I can’t say we were conservative or liberal back in the ‘80s, or the ‘70s. We were just… normal. We had a little bit of common sense. Yeah, it was taboo to mix the races, and you’d hear some bullshit propaganda, some John Lennon song about imagining a world where we all just blend into one big, beige, and completely passionless soup. But it was just background noise. A whisper.
Back then, the crazy people were the Christian Right. The ones shooting at abortion doctors, forcing their sad, sexless religion down your throat, telling you what to think, what to feel. They were a cult, and we, as a society, we pushed back. We pushed back so hard we practically kicked Jesus out of the country altogether. This isn’t a God-fearing nation anymore. The Muslims are probably right to laugh at us. In fifty short years, the whole goddamn moral foundation of the country has been ripped out and replaced with… what?
With this. This new religion. This new, more vicious, and completely insane cult.
It wasn’t until the ‘90s that the real rot set in. The corporations got smart. They figured out they could buy politicians like cheap whores, that they could change the rules of the game if they just got everyone fighting with each other.
And then Obama came along. And the whole thing went to shit.
Suddenly, everything was about race. A constant, grinding, and completely manufactured apology tour for being America. And you ask, am I a Democrat? Christ. Donald Trump used to be a Democrat. John F. Kennedy, he was a Democrat. The party of my father, the one that was supposed to be for the working man, it’s a goddamn ghost. It’s been hijacked. All the real ones, the ones with a spine, they’re working for Trump now, because he’s not a Republican either. He’s just a big, ugly, and beautiful middle finger to the whole rotten establishment.
That’s why they hate him. That’s why the FBI, the CIA, the whole goddamn alphabet soup of the deep state, tried to take him out with that phony dossier. That’s why they changed the laws in New York, to turn a bullshit misdemeanor into thirty-four felonies, just to brand him a criminal.
And you watch this, you watch the whole goddamn show, and you see your friends, your family, the ones who are supposed to be smart, they just eat it all up. They don’t see the setup. They don’t see the strings. They just see the big, bad orange man, and they cheer when the puppet masters pull another string.
Why?
Because they’ve been brainwashed. It’s a marketing campaign. The most successful marketing campaign in the history of the world. And the product they’re selling is a beautiful, comfortable, and completely soul-crushing lie.
They’ve sold you a world where men can be women and women can be men, and if you have the audacity to point out that the emperor is a dude in a dress with his balls tucked between his legs, you’re a bigot. They call homosexuality a lifestyle, but I call it a mental disease. I’ve never met one that seemed right in the head. And the trans thing? Christ. That’s a whole other level of goddamn insanity. And I get to have that opinion. You want to show me some facts that aren’t skewed and lied about by a bunch of activists in lab coats? Fine. But until then, you’re the one who’s practicing malpractice on the soul of a generation, telling a bunch of sick, confused kids that the answer to their problems is to mutilate their own goddamn bodies.
And I’m not supposed to say anything. I’m not supposed to be gentle with my words. I’m supposed to learn a whole new goddamn language of pronouns and trigger warnings. I want to be able to say “retard” when I see something stupid. I want to be able to call a black man the n-word if he’s acting like one. I want to celebrate Columbus Day without being called a goddamn colonizer.
But we don’t get that anymore, do we?
Am I a Democrat? I used to be. For local shit. I saw the Democrats as the mother figure, the ones who would take care of the schools and make sure the goddamn streetlights worked. And the Republicans, they were the daddy figure, the protectors, the ones you sent out to fight the wars. But now? They’re both just a couple of whores, working the same street corner for the same corporate pimps.
Am I a conservative? Yes. Because I have something to lose. I have a house, I have a daughter. I lock my doors at night. I don’t just shrug and say, “It is what it is.”
Am I a January Sixer? Damn right I am. I watched a bunch of unarmed, pissed-off, and completely disorganized Americans walk into their own goddamn house, and I saw a spark of something real in a world of phony bullshit. And what was the result? The only person who died was one of our own. A woman. Say her name. Ashli Babbitt. But you won’t hear her name on their news, will you?
Because that’s the difference. When our guy loses, we bitch and moan, and then we go back to work. When their guy loses, they burn down the goddamn cities. And you can’t have a conversation with them. It’s like arguing with my ex-wife. You try to talk about the subject at hand, and she brings up some shit you did in 1982. It’s a smokescreen, a way to avoid the truth.
And the truth is this: your rhetoric killed a man. Your mainstream, bureaucratic, and completely cowardly view of the world, it got a man shot in the neck for saying the wrong words. Your refusal to even show the news of a white woman being stabbed to death, your quiet, complicit silence, it tells me everything I need to know. You are controlling the narrative.
There is a decay in America. And it’s not conservatism. It’s not pro-family values. It’s not anti-abortion. The American flag isn’t a racist symbol. The sickness is the other side. The ones who are literally, actively, and gleefully destroying this country, one brick at a time. And they can’t even see it. They don’t even have the goddamn self-awareness to look at the burning ruins around them and think, “Fuck. Maybe we fucked this up.”
No. They just point at the fire and blame it on the people who are trying to put it out.
And that, right there, that’s the whole goddamn, beautiful, ugly, and completely insane tragedy of it all.
