Today I’m angry.
I am so goddamn angry.
I am so goddamn motherfucking angry.
You may have noticed I’m a little upset.
Why, you may ask? Because apparently I’ve found myself in a goddamn motherfucking B-rate post-apocalyptic horror movie, where a fascist congealed pile of orange pond algae someone glued googly eyes to has managed to be elected as president of the goddamn USA.
I’m angry and you should be angry too, even if you don’t live in the USA. Even if you did vote for this piece of tangerine shit because of emails or something? Everyone should be pissed.
Unless you are a Nazi, in which case, this all probably seems awesome to you, in which case, fuck off.
This has been a wake up call, like the worst sort of wake up call. Like someone threw a bucket of freezing cold urine on me sort of wake up call.
I have been too quiet. I live my life secretly. I don’t speak up, I don’t talk out of line, because it’s really too much of a hassle. I hold my beliefs close to my chest and silently hate and judge and curse and banish and derisively laugh. But mostly I keep to myself.
No more, fuckers. No more.
It is about to get real up in this motherfucking bitch- oh my gods, will it get real.
I am going to be calling all of you. I am going to be writing to all of you. I am going to be cursing and hexing and binding all you pieces of shit.
I will be marching and protesting and speaking and quite possibly punching, because it’s just an alternative kiss. Amirite?!
Get ready for the worst four years of your lives you Evangelical, misogynistic, racist, xenophobic, taint lickers.