I don’t know what I’m going to do from this point. But I’m gonna get on my soap box and say this much:
Voting Democrat won’t be enough to save us from this. Voting won’t be enough to save us from this. Has it set in yet? This is the official death of checks and balances in this country.
I’m gonna repeat: THIS IS THE OFFICIAL DEATH OF CHECKS AND BALANCES IN THIS COUNTRY.
Maybe we can revive it. Maybe there’s hope for reform. But democratic reform is slow. Democratic reform plays by the rules while the other side cheats bloody murder. Democratic reform is its own kind of greed, gotta be in office for 25 years making $250k a year because moral reform is just so gosh darned slow kinda greed.
If you are scared right now, you need to turn to the craziest vocalist most annoying communist motherfucker in your life right now. That asshole that drove you CRAZY talking about how Obama was far from perfect, that he was actually a war machine. That obnoxious socialist, Marxist, anarchist, whatever the fuck that won’t ever shut the fuck up about how communist South America only takes the second through fifth house from the rich motherfuckers.
That virtue signaling, self righteous motherfucker with their useless degree in philosophy. That pretentious nit has been most likely organizing and protesting and studying the rapid shift toward equity and justice in South America for TEN YEARS. And if they haven’t, they know who is. And that person who has been on the ground this whole time, THEY need the support of the masses. THEY tried to prevent this and we didn’t listen.
I also want to add – for my own sake as well as everyone else’s – that support roles are not only okay but important! I read a thread on Twitter last week (thanks Betty) about a woman who runs an antifa pet spa. Sounds dumb, right? But in reality she houses animals for hours or days so others can do the dangerous work she’s physically unable to. And in war, there are 10 support roles for every 1 foot soldier.
There’s a part of me that wants to scrape my last nickels together and go to DC and throw my body down on the line. I have nothing to lose, right? Except I do. I have a lovely partner and family who wants me here and alive and a cat who needs to nap on my chest from time to time and stories of varying importance to tell and most importantly the sense for the first time in my life that I exist for me and not to sacrifice myself for everyone else.
So I’m not gonna argue any republican who thinks I’m a sore loser. I’m not gonna argue any centris who wants to talk about the benefits of slow reform. I’m not right now an academic seeking dialogue. I’m fuckin Helenus, I know Cassandra sees the downfall of mother fuckin Troy, and I am begging you to LISTEN TO THE GOD DAMN ANNOYING PRETENTIOUS FUCKIN CASSANDRA IN YOUR LIFE.
I’m taking care of myself today. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have answers.
—melony ppenosyne
Flommist Melony Ppenosyne is a writer and weird artist type. In the last year alone, she’s traveled to Virginia as a competing poet, co-written a play on mental illness that is presently being produced, and crafted a published essay checking the privilege and scope of art galleries. Copyright © 2018 Melony Ppenosyne.
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