awesome
what does it say about me that i genuinely love the “41 year old pluggnb rapper” song.
If you know what this is, I want to follow you.
i tried to look up what is happening in canada and i immediately got bogged down in the details of some absolute magnificently stupid bullshit cuz yall still insist on technically having a monarch what do you MEAN you have to ask the emissary of charles the third to end your legislative session or whatever
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Off Ramp
11/26/24
Really? Really? After all that History
We chose THIS America? Really?
Passing a ranch home in Salem today, kind of an
Industrial shade salmon, stockade
Fence with a few slats akimbo,
A tattered and semi-folded sign assured,
“Trump Was Right
About
Everything”,
Really?
Really? Did they drink the bleach and live?
Or think Pence should have hung?
E. Jean Carroll and the rest are all liars?
Right about Everything?
Right to discredit the honor and dignity of being American,
Envy of the world, from the home of freedom? Right
To steal our pride in our history? Right to bow to dictators?
Right to betray our allies? Right to coddle
Our enemies, and by so losing our status
As The Most Powerful Nation?
Right to send the country into chaos? Right to make
Our government a morally bankrupt mockery?
Our commitment to Truth vanished, with our Integrity,
With our Decency, with our Character,
With our Compassion.
Right? Really? Really?
Who will elicit more respect? who will have more influence?
Once we relinquish our Honesty, who in the world
Fills that void?
Right? Really?
Drill Baby Drill? Right to ignore the danger to the planet
To reap the rewards? Right?
Ah the robber barons have won, rich fools are in charge,
This undoing of this dark and greedy America.
Wandering the internet, I came across a writer
Who thought of his foray into aging as
Like being “on the off-ramp of life”,
And that image has stuck with me, so
Accessible, so common, and ever so relatable,
Having turned seventy-one. Imagine. Really?
And after five years of covid, isolate in the west,
I feel the slowing of traffic
Lined up for the off-ramp.
I look through the windshield, see the rest
Speed on by. Good luck, safe trip.
Looks like there’s a lot of bad road up ahead. Bad weather.
So sorry to be witness to this dreadful dissolution, so near the end,
This disavowal of our history, our democracy,
And our people.
Really.
kushblazer here oh fucking dope we got some ResistLib poetry i would have indented the poem instead to make it clear i didnt write it but because of how the copypaste formatting works on here it would have been a bitch in the ass
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the most beautiful room in the sopranos house is the master bedroom. crt television on the fake 3 foot roman pillar mwah chefs kiss
fraudulent chuds are claiming to be based but ask me to “turn that thug shit off” when i play like a martian on the aux
wonder who the first transmasc rapper names himself “titty boi” and gets sued by 2 chainz is gonna be
which is better: dynamic duo or syrup
when you are hanging out at the hardcore show by yourself for the sheer love of the music but just so happen to spy some hotties in the crowd