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Millions of dead dreams.

It's a damn good thing you aren't here to see this Mike. It's all falling apart. Super-late stage capitalism is way more horrifying than I ever expected. Roe is going down, and once that domino falls, it's curtains for this country...though I still often wonder if the sheer size of this social experiment that masquerades as a superpower will save it from full-on Handmaid's Tale, Taliban, full-on slavery for women nonsense at the hands of the raging christian lunatic nazis who apparently are so incredibly terrified of melanin that they are willing to live in the literal stoneage. I mean, what do I do, 30 years down the line with more of this insane Phyllis Schafly gender traitor bullshit. Women who are convinced they are lesser, dumber, not worthy of being fully-functioning members of society? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MIKE??? Or George Orwell was right. Wait....we already knew that. also, after the Depp-Herd trial, now defamation of anyone with status or $ (same thing, but who's counting?) will at the very least cost you all the money you will potentially ever have, and surely if you don't have money it will mean jailtime. So scratch "freedom of speech" off the list as well. I mean even I have been mind-melded into a compliant simp who is easily distracted and mollified by pretty boys and easy access to mind-altering substances. Agh, even typing this depresses me. What do I do when the thing that used to fix me, that used to help me express myself, put things in perspective and examine the world around me now just is as painful as hiking up a damn hill? There are things one can do to quell the pain, though, historically it's not the best thing for me long term. HowEVER. The extistential dread is so overwhelming right now....but look how cute this mfer is:

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