It’s My Party and I’ll Say What I Want to

Except I won’t, because I don’t want to get swatted or killed. Of all the cunts in the world,  I can’t call Charlie Kirk one!  I can’t title a post Charlie Kirk: What a Fucking Cunt™! even though my What a Fucking Cunt™! series includes –

Kellyanne Conway
Lou Dobbs
Damien Hirst
Sting
Jennifer Lopez
Dana Loesch
RFK Jr
Paul Ryan
Elon Musk
Jared Kushner

and lots of people you probably haven’t heard of, who happen to be cunts. What a crazy, fucked up inverted situation when you can’t vilify a free speech warrior who openly vilified blacks, women, and even empathy itself. I never paid attention to this cunt, I mean saint, until he got shot, I mean assassinated. I have no curiosity about him, although his wife is another story. Did you know she is a former Donald Trump Miss USA pageant contestant?

I’m also afraid to sign petitions now. When all the Trump Haters are rounded up and put into Alligator Camps,  I don’t know who’ll hide me in their attic. I’m afraid to go out and protest because I don’t want to be pepper sprayed or hit in the face with a rubber bullet. I hate being afraid but this is where we are. Or maybe it’s just me?

Anyone who thinks we haven’t already replaced democracy with authoritarianism is just stupid. Grow up! We are fucked. I thought England would be the place to escape to, but not after those anti-immigrant marches. When I lived there, my neighbors were Sudanese and Jamaican, I worked in a Greek cafe, and the little corner store was owned by Cypriots. No one thought this was bad or abnormal.

I hate writing these platitudes! I just want to call people cunts in peace! That’s all I ever wanted (besides not having to do anything or be bossed around by anyone.) I guess I can openly call those moronic cabinet members cunts; just don’t make me name them. I have trouble even pronouncing Hegseth. But that won’t be satisfying now. Besides, everyone is already in agreement that they’re cunts.

I can live without late-night talk-shows, and have proudly done so for years. But what if Herr Trump takes away all our TV?? Even Netflix?? Personally, I would go insane. TV is my whole life, after my hair, that is. We recently got Britbox, and we now know every British character actor, all of whom we refer to as “that guy.” I have seen every real and fake murder murder show twice over. As long as it doesn’t star Nicole Kidman, I’m in. Taking away our TV would be worse than taking away our meds.

I guess it’s come to this: Be grateful for the things we’re still allowed to say and do. Isn’t that pathetic? Maybe I’ll start posting again, just because I’m still allowed to. With that, I pledge to not write about –

The problem with Men and Boys
The problem with kids on the internet
The problem with your gut health
The problem with AI
The problem with Loneliness
The problem with the Patriarchy
The problem with Tiktok
Genocide! Genocide!

If there’s anything else you don’t want me to write about, too bad. You’re not the boss of me. If there’s anything you do want me to write about, let me know!