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the  gun nuts touting the  2nd amendment for profit
claiming  trump will make anything "great again"
are scary as ****.
and chock full of sin.

we used to shut ‘em down
and slaughter them without a frown
in big brutal fires.
The ATF 's  ******* desires.

NOW ?
they run the senate.
and they run the house.
And we have to hide away  quietly as a  little mouse.

The whiplash between Waco’s murderous  inferno
and today’s political climate
is one of the most jarring contradictions
in recent American history.
All charred and blistery.

What was once seen as a
dangerous, cultish, fringe,
now is YouTube-cleansed and repeated
like' The Apprentice '  for binge, binge, binge.

Now bunker builders and bullet hoarders
are wearing their cheap Sunday suits
and writing our educational and world health care policies like cheap money grubbing prostitutes.

The same archetype that got
flattened by our prayer backed tanks and flames
now sits on oversight committees, playing monopoly games
drooling over their own plastic daughters
and fake big-*** Matt Gaetz-sized *******,
waving  the pocket  Constitution and envying prostitution,
proclaiming  themselves
"patriots and worse.  What did  the average American do  to deserve this curse.."

that shift
from siege to Senate From Insurrection to handed out pill *******.
is terrifying.  And to whom are we now supposed to be relying ?

And Marjorie Taylor Greene...
look at her face.
Horrifying. No denying.

What happened at Waco
wasn’t just a tragedy,
it was a signpost,
haunted by ***** Jim Morrison wannabe ghost.

A moment where the government said:
“this is the line.”
but a lil fire will be just fine.

but what happens
when the line itself becomes   the  joke,
a guillotine for all ,  
polished and meant to be seen.

The same ideologies
that once earned a militarized raid
now cozy up with national leadership fat in the shade.
and Sunday school worship trade?

that’s not evolution
that’s a metastasis.
and every tithe helps it persist.

Why was McCarthy so adamant? So scared not because like them he "cared".
Because he knew the Bolsheviks were
(and always have been)
right.

It’s clear to see
in black and white. You have no right to fight.

****** gun cults, ( no animal sticks around for 15 rounds)
Racial grievance and white hate backlash , tired of all the blame. Yet it buries all the same.
pseudo-religious authoritarianism Christo fascism !

They’ve rebranded themselves
their ignorance  and hate and its sadly too late.
Now we starve from Tariffs and wait to die, homeless and plague ridden . The revolution will not be televised   or hidden.
Its a political platform,
not  hollow threats. Roe vs. Wade  bye bye.

No regrets,
doubling and tripling down,
new tariffs to paint the orange clown.  Your body   Ha!
Our  choice,  You never have had a vote against the corporatocracy or a voice.

and the brown shirts are not hiding anymore.
they will come drag you out your OWN front door.

Right  now they’re holding rallies.
they’re writing new laws.
and sharpening old G.O.P.  claws.

and it’s not just absurd.
it’s a kind of national amnesia.

We’ve gone from watching
the FBI torch " nut ball" compounds
to  our "elected' leaders  loading  more rounds,
Launching free AR-15 Christmas cards
as dead kids pile up
in  old school yards
( Remember these are your " Russian "  elected officials.)
no tampering or hampering.
somehow
toothless, brainwashed Christians
are cheering it on.
with Trump signs planted
next to flags
on their lawn.

despair and lunacy
and the only honest language is buried.

That cognitive dissonance
isn’t just personal , it's deadly
it’s starving kids
and cutting school lunches.

it’s systemic,
endemic,
and we will die
in the next pandemic.

this world,
and its Xi JingPing,
Putin,
Elon ***** rocket leaders
don’t deserve our obedience.
let alone respect.

we will see the neglect
in retrospect.
when Trump refuses to leave office
and they come to your door to collect.

starts like always
with banning books.
easier than street fires
where everyone looks.

but same result.
same intellectual assault.
and insult.

and openly racist attacks
with guns and party rhetoric
jammed in our backs.

our people,
and their homes,
and at their jobs.
turn us into fat, greasy, brainless
dollar store candy slobs.

teach the young Republicans
to hate and attack
the gays,

the frogs,
the fluoride water.
it’s all their fault
anyways.

transgender people
openly assaulted
with no remorse,
no compassion.
steal and stock up
on rations.

“America, America,
God shed His grace on thee…”
…and sold bibles,
and golden shoes,
and cardboard N-F-T…

gospel turned grift,
Jesus’s greatest gift.

patriotism turned cosplay,
action now
no oversight, no delay.

P.T.A fake dignity  traded in
for airbrushed
A.I. ******* fantasy
NFTs of  their hot jew  Messiah
with abs and a gun.
all for *** luck Sunday  family fun.

Family hunted in public
for being different
and  those detaining
call it
“freedom.”

Free to buy more crap
you don’t need
and can’t afford.
taught to swipe and ignore
and greedily hoard.

America, America…
God shed His grace on thee…
The worst of people are
the living stereotypes of what make us all cringe.
Unchallenged they grow sadder and sick
our hate hardens past chitinous, fast and thick.
Someone's bad character never meant to face reality
now stands before you snapping her fingers.
The lessons never absorbed, the pain and stupidity festers and lingers.
God, is  this  even real ? How  could  this actually be allowed ?
Yet,  there  they are.  So  loud  and  proud.
Listen, I  had  NO  part in creating...  you,
or , your  pain.
  The  fact that you have  tried  to manifest   your  favorite  rap  video  into  reality is insane.
  No one has the right (?)  or ability to say .  "Hey that's not cool ", or even okay .
Once  I  was  a younger fool. Idealistic  and  with  so  much love  in my heart.
Trust me , you  want the  world  to have  people  like  me  in, it to get the  change  you really want.
But the  way  you act and  the  way you  dress  and  push is  tearing it all  apart.

ALL  the things I didn't come to do.
The lies we tell are sometimes true .
Shouldn't we do more than waste each others time.
When we conspire its a lame rendition of a *** crime.
Is there a good reason that we don't listen  ? I mean really listen. Unless we think the other person is dying.
Is " fake it till you make it "  our only excuse for actually trying ?
The realization that we don't actually care about anyone one else must have happened without me being aware.
We hardly even stop any more.
Let alone stop and stare.
We don't need each other to survive.
We haven't in many moons.
Bumbling we shuffle along like sad parodies of a cartoon.
like a train wreck, we hate and love each others drama.
No ones brave enough to cry in the streets
but we all just want our mommas.
... 2 Kings 2:23–25 – This is the story of the prophet Elisha. Some kids mocked him for being a fat, bald, gay loser  with a silly  girlie  name  ,  pointed  out  his child-molesting , as he surely was, and Elisha cursed them in God’s name. Like a real  man  of  good  surely  would.  He  cursed  the  children  .­.  because  of   course  he  did ..

THEN  God, looking after his psychotic homie, sends two huge female bears out of the forest, and those bears mauled 42 children.

Ripped them apart.
42 kids mauled by bears for the love and vengeance of the all-knowing God.
42 kids mauled for the love of the holy one knows no bounds.

Why 42, you may ask? Cause 43 would have just been too much.

He demands love and insists he’s not A  gluttonous overfed hamster  stuck on a wheel. He cares not for choices, and

: "the obsession that is his toes reigns supreme, bloated with sunflower seeds, puffing out his cheeks while squealing, “…the Alpha and the Omega.
Our prayers are ***** laugh tracks
, background noise to his foot-fetish apotheosis infinigasm.
Every **** pellet, a new scripture
, another rewritten Jew-first lie. To divide,
to create another
church over:
Protestant,
Baptist,
Catholic, hate and torture surety.
Bomb-strapped worshipers gather along cages lined with shredded, ****-soaked newspaper,
rolling in its holy relic stew,
chanting while the holy one plucks another seed from the infinite collection plate
until he looks like a furry tumor of self-righteous omnipotence
.
“And lo, the wheel spun without end, though He squealed, I am not trapped in the trapping. I could leave heaven, but it is I who choseth  not that path… I think anyway…
The Cheeked One, His face disgorged with infinite unshaped young minds.
(The most delicious and sought after).
Oh, how the faithful wept! For His mouth was full, but His concept of mercy as empty their stomachs.
Somehow that is how he ******* his thick hot love all over them, by doing nothing and not seeming to care if they lived or died by the train load.
For His is the light and the way of eternal salvation; praise be the holy one, for only He understands the will He makes up as He goes along!

And  could  you pls  keep  it  down  he's  got  some  entire worlds  to  drown,  some  cities  to erase with  fire  and  brim stone  meteors   , women  to turn  to pillars  of  salt  ,  donkeys  to  speak  through  ,  fig  trees ­ to curse,   and  sons  to  have  murdered ...  
So  I mean if  you  wouldn't  mind   ..sheesh   ... sinners..  Where's  a bunch  of  mean  bears  when  you need  em ?
All the while acting as if the screams of ***** children were nothing but more "liberal noise" and "fake news," even as he compared Stormy to his daughter before sadly flopping around like the taco manatee he is.
He wasn’t just buddies with Epstein. He partied full-on eighties; piles of coke and champagne enemas with him. He lusted and wallowed literally in piles of scammed cancer patient and dying veterans' cash with him, and dismissed every underaged trafficked survivor. It doesn’t just read like a rap sheet. It reads like the collapse of accountability itself. Supreme Court sanctioned.

When you lay it out, when you really stack the bodies, the broken laws, the shattered norms, and the battered dignity of what little democracy we had — even Kristi Noem starts to look like a hollow-eyed lost uneducated voting farm mom with very poor taste, compared to this orange taco who set the whole house on fire and called it patriotism.

The magnitude is undeniable:

He didn’t just incite a riot. He summoned a lynch mob in Jesus cosplay, armed with bear spray, flagpoles, pipe bombs, zip ties, and impromptu gallows, chanting to hang his own boot-licking, robot, boy scout, carved out of driftwood, sad excuse for a committee-he-wasn’t-even-there-for Vice President.

He didn’t just steal top secret documents and billion dollar secrets people died to protect. He bragged about it. It’s all on tape. Listen to what he promised to donors, to foreign adversaries, to the highest bidders, like a doped-up power-drunk mafia Don showing off his stolen American trophies — souvenirs from the nuclear football.

He didn’t just commit fraud. He built a branding empire on defrauding hard-working Americans, from that fake university he created to a charity that stole money from veterans and dying children with cancer.

He wasn’t just buddies with Epstein. Underage girls screamed and pleaded to not have to be next. All lost into the void of wealth and power. Literally trapped on an island. At least Epstein did the right thing.

He wasn’t just found guilty of defamation twice. He was found to have sexually abused E. Jean Carroll, and then lied about it so cruelly and so often the courtroom flinched. Jurors literally vomited.

He wasn’t just impeached twice. He was never even held accountable because too many senators were too afraid of losing Facebook likes from suburban militias.

He didn’t just fail upward. He left claw marks on democracy as he rose from bankrupt casinos and rotting steaks.

Let’s not forget:

He defrauded us, the broke-*** taxpayers, for hundreds of millions while we post fake photoshopped Facebook pics of our imaginary lives in which we pretend we aren’t just serfs and slaves to the dollar.

He bilked donors with fake matching fund scams.

He grifted off a deadly pandemic.

He sold hats and gold-plated Bibles while bodies literally piled up in every third-world country. Stack upon rotting stack of them.

He called fallen soldiers like people I served with “suckers and losers.” "What kind of idiot gets caught or becomes MIA?"

Then he ordered us tear-gassed. Us, peaceful protesters. And for what? For a failed photo op with a smoking Chinese-made Bible he’s never even read.

He threatened journalists, judges, and witnesses by name, their kids and families.

He tried to extort Ukraine for political dirt and is now trying to give it to his hero Putin.

He pardoned war criminals — literal rapists and alleged cannibals.

He turned the DOJ into his personal vindictive hate-fueled legal team, bent on revenge.

He promised revenge on all political enemies and is working on it.

He plotted to send tanks into American cities to crush people with no trial or due process like his hero ******.

He encouraged people to inject bleach or just drink it.

He said ****** “did some good things.” He said racist killer mobs were “fine people.”

And yes — he fathered Eric, who scares even his fellow coked-out zombie beavers.

He lies to the whole country again and again with no compunction. Not just about an election he undeniably lost while whispering to oath-breaking cowards to “just find 11,780 votes.”

He screamed “fake news” at the sounds of ***** children, compared Stormy Daniels to his daughter, before flopping around like an electrocuted taco manatee, bragging then crying over his gold toilets — the taco manatee of late-night infomercials, Pepsi spots, Pizza Hut and more — the collection plates full for authoritarianism.

He wallowed in cash with billionaires and traffickers, while everyday people chewed on fluoride-free ketchup packet soup made from fast food salt single-serves and apologetic acid rainwater.

He told coal miners he’d bring back jobs, while he deregulated their protections and sold off their futures for an immediate infusion of pennies on the dollar, which he squandered trying to pay off **** stars and *** workers behind his heartless wife’s cold, unloving, robotic back. Guess that's better than having another one pushed down the stairs again.

He killed the lunch programs. Then mailed postcards to the kids' families he helped starve, addressed to the ones already gunned down at school during recess.

He said he’d “drain the swamp,” then drained our global economy with insider trading like Martha Stewart at a Snoop Dogg ****, then baptized himself in the orange glowing filth.

This is the man who turned grievance into a sacrament, white supremacy into a ballot strategy, and cruelty into offshore taxpayer-funded currency scams.

This is the man who made Kristi Noem — at least she only shot a puppy.

Trump didn’t just break laws. He is the rotting carcass of Clarence Thomas Winnebago accountability, draped in a poorly tailored flag and Rudy’s spray-tan runoff.

Please tell your kids why they only get half a doll and half a school day.

Tell your daughter why her broken childhood is a “patriotic sacrifice.”

Tell the bodies in the gravel pits, in Ukraine, the self-aborted **** fetus in the back alley dumpster why we called this “greatness.”

Or maybe just admit:

The poets didn’t ruin America. The Christo-fascists did. And they did it with a smile, a red hat, and a Golden Bible full of blank pages.

The shameless uncaring pandemic grift — there’s more to mine:

His deliberate downplaying of COVID while privately admitting its lethality. He got the best care though when he got it, on the taxpayer’s dime of course.

Mocking masks while people suffocated on inadequate, underfunded ventilators.

Forced unwanted “super-spreader” rallies held with full knowledge of their danger to the obese and elderly that died as a result.

All the while profit-promoting quack cures and undermining professional career scientists, leading to thousands more easily avoidable deaths.

Bodies piled in freezer trucks — he called that a hoax. My uncle wasn’t a hoax. My neighbor, nor my childhood friends. He used their deaths as another twisted campaign strategy.

He held rallies not despite the danger, but because of it, to spread it. Feeding a martyr complex to the uneducated, unfaltering cult faithful. Making the morgue a loyalty test.

His lies weren’t just political. They were epidemiological ****** warfare.

Countless — literally uncounted — children in cages.

Millions spent separating scared, confused children from their parents, some of whom were never reunited even today.

Locking toddlers in cages under foil blankets.

Promoting a system that was losing track of hundreds of children in a Kafkaesque bureaucratic abyss.

He asked for votes over tearing families apart at the border and called it justice.

They caged infants beneath aluminum sheets, trauma-wrapping toddlers while TV pundits shrugged.

Some kids vanished into paperwork and shadows. No names, no faces — just starving, traumatized, nameless ghosts in a broken, heartless system.

Then the constant environmental ****.

Not only the flaming sinks and contaminated rivers, but even more coal deregulation — but there’s more.

Opening sacred tribal lands for drilling.

Gutting the EPA.

Selling off national monuments for extraction deals.

Ignoring climate collapse in exchange for small, meaningless, short-term temporary profits.

He stripped the Earth like it owed him rent.

Pried open sacred tribal burial grounds with corporate drills.

Turned protected lands into sacrifice zones.

Signed deals in boardrooms lit by wildfires, laughing while the oceans burned and washed their dead onto the beaches — wave after poisoned, overheated wave.

He banned trans troops from serving.

Rolled back healthcare protections.

Enabled a wave of anti-LGBTQ+ legislation and violence.

Appointed judges hostile to marriage equality and basic human dignity.

He didn’t whisper hate. He ensured his hate-filled, brainwashed cronies codified it.

He didn’t ignore trans lives. He erased them in pages of senseless policy.

He armed the bigots with hate laws, lit fires beneath pride flags, and gave the pulpit to now-known and convicted Catholic priests and other child-molesting preachers who called consenting adult love a “sickening sinful disease.”

SCOTUS corruption and the theocracy agenda.

Like Anita Hill — we must always name Clarence Thomas brilliantly, and to the broader point:

Amy Coney Barrett was laughably forever seated just days before a critical election.

Stacking our courts with impossible-to-remove, mentally sick, and power-hungry religious extremists.

SCOTUS helped dismantle rights, pretending not to be political while they continue, to this very second, doing the bidding of billionaires and evangelical overlords.

He helped turn robes into vestments, gavels into crucifixes.

Rushed the sick sad **** Barrett through like a sermon before the offering plate. This guy was the class name taker and tattle-tale. No one’s peer or equal   just a sad, sick, revenge-bent **** lusting for pain and power.

Made the highest court a cathedral for plutocrats and prophets, where the Constitution burns beneath the Book of Revelations.

Media control and cult dynamics:

Turning Rupert Murdoch’s ******* named Fox News into a state-sanctioned and fully funded five-times-a-day sports scores and soundbites brownshirt propaganda wing.

Cultivating “alternative facts” through social media disinfo.

Demonizing truth itself to build loyalty through censored movies that don’t even align with or reflect their sad, sick agendas but co-opting them anyway and giving it away to lowest earners that can’t afford cable news and don’t hold library cards but have all the episodes of The Apprentice on VHS.

He is, every day, trying to turn truth into an unpatriotic traitor.

I am a veteran. I fought. I bled. He did what? Get another handy after a massage in a tennis resort in spoiled, pampered New York?

He built a doctrine of lies so thick, people prayed in memes and bled for hashtags over him.

He birthed a cult with red hats and martyrdom complexes, where facts go to die and grievance is a bedazzled grandma tote bag and visored gospel.

January 6 aftermath — not just the riot:

Pledging to pardon entrenched, psychotic, bomb-building, gun-hoarding insurrectionists.

Calling them “hostages.”

Still drunk on the blood spilled that day.

Describing those jailed for violent sedition as “the real patriots. All the rest of you are too lazy or stupid to fall in line with.”

He didn’t just incite a coup. He sold the gaudy merch off it.

He raised money on policemen's spilled blood, called terrorists “tourists,” and promised their perpetual freedom.

He made sedition a subscription plan, and treason a campaign slogan.

Women’s rights and abortion.

Grabbing them right by their *******, for America, to show his daughter how to lead by example.

Overturning Roe v. Wade via the judges they seated. It will lead to real-world deaths of millions of women denied basic health care.

Trigger laws activating across red states, dragging us back centuries.

He didn’t just overturn Roe. He unstitched time.

Dragged women back to back alleys and whispers.

He handed scalpels to zealots in robes, and watched the nation bleed, smiling like a man who thinks pain is purity. And **** and ****** is your fault, because life begins at *******.
ac Jul 25
i have these voices in my head

with me when i’m awake or in bed
when i’m smiling and happy
they come and break my peace
telling me weird things
that make me lose my ease

they tell me i won’t get better
they tell me i don’t matter
they tell me one day ill be dead
so why not get it over with instead

the voices are evil and cold
but they comfort me when i’m all alone
they tell me to do things to myself
and be sure that no one knows

oh the voices in my head
they walk me to my death
ac Jul 20
playing me so methodically
in every single way
i know it’s only seventh grade
but that doesn’t make it ok

i’ve been waiting for you
and i’d go to you right away
all you have to do is say when

you’ve thrown me on a roller coaster
loop after loop
when you wanted to race
i didn’t know all the things id be chasing

all my friends give advice
and i know i should listen
but i say it’s fine
even tho it isn’t

wish i could let go of the idea
that you’ll come to me eventually
and maybe you will

elliot
that stupidly beautiful name
constantly in my head
all i think about when i go to bed

it’s so messed up
that i let you get away with this
but one day
you’ll finally see me
as the perfect thing

but by then i’ll be happy with the man
that has always seen me for who i am
and you might even cry
a cry filled with the agony you put me through

and you’re gonna realize
you really fumbled
but what can you do

boys will be boys
they’re stupid and blind
and they only realize what’s good for them when it’s to late
and you’ll be to late
Hugo Pierce Jul 4
I can feel the floor crumbling
I'm tumbling down tonight
I can feel my soul shuddering
My stomach's grumbling
I'm hungry for a time
A time where life is more
than just suffering
Lula Jun 27
But I let it win.
scratching  out unsaid words onto my self
Why can’t I just leave it alone on the shelf
Forget the sting
Leave  it in a bin
It could do anything
But I let it win.
I sit in the dark and trace my problems on my arm
Why can’t I mend without causing my self harm?
Why is it so hard
To let go of the pain
It’s like a twisted thought
Etched into my brain
Just needed some way to numb the feeling
I didn’t know id get addicted and forget about healing
Instead I cover my arms in lines
My very own self made designs
I like the colour red
Especially on my skin
I just give up
And let it win
hiliana Jun 26
he left
he left with not a choice
but mere force
my father
the man I loved the most
was taken in front of my eyes without a choice
I will never understand why
why must there be penalty if not porcelain skin and perfect
my oh my he never had that choice
how I wish we meet again
I hope we have that choice
my darling father
you were taken by a country who never understood you
oh my dear father
I wish us both a choice
a chance for father and daughter
to reunite
wrote this at night, thinking about my dad
Sharon Thomas Mar 2021
The sound of your laughter,
the sound of the waves as it crashes the rocks,
A sunset with a purplish orange tinted sky;

Imagine all of these in one frame,

Thats where I want to be.
Thats where my heaven lies.
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