I’d argue this is the third tenet of the evergreen “life, liberty, and ‘the pursuit of happiness’”

A constant revolving door of hermitude, trying to build a social circle, then finding out that for all of their “you can be yourself, you don’t need to mask around me”, turns out I do have to mask around them; and then I leave again.

Jay Leno from how much of a toady for the corporates he’s been over his career

I will never forgive him for screwing O’Brien, lib though the latter may be. (It’s principle for me-- I never found Leno funny; and at least Conan can get a couple snorts out of me.)

EDIT: NO WAIT JON STEWART

What helps me is considering we are all hardly one step above wild animals.

“Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all”.

That is goddamned deplorable, omf-- you’d think the people making the fuckin pills and injections our culture practically runs on would at least be getting paid for it.

What drove you to the left other than compassion for your fellow human?

If I’m honest? My utter hatred and bone-deep contempt for white Amerika. The only compassion or empathy I still nurture is for those the Settler empire oppresses; and even that has become contingent on whether they stand against the Settler, or have cooned out and placed themselves back under His thumb. I hate living in this country, I hate being both literally and metaphorically surrounded by the tacit, oppressive philosophy and habitus of Whiteness, I hate having to pretend I don’t just to be able to clear next month’s rent in a shitty apartment I got redlined into, I hate being condescended to like I just have to accept that shit isn’t going to change in this country in my lifetime.

If I don’t make it out, if I don’t find somewhere to go where I’m not getting profiled by some cracker because I didn’t hide the texture of my hair from them, I’m going to live under the yoke of crackers, likely for the rest of my life. My nephews and nieces, since ain’t no way I’m giving this slave state more grist for its crushing wheels, they will likely live under that yoke too. And I fucking hate it.

When I say “I’m only out here for my folk” I honest-to-God mean it.

When someone tells you who they are, you believe them.

They have told us they are monsters.

people I love have abstracted and dismissed a genocide as an “election issue”.

I’ve just taken to asking them what they’d have done with me during the COINTELPRO purges of the Civil Rights Movement lately. Playing into the "if you ever wondered what you’d have been doing during Jim Crow, the Holocaust, or the Civil Rights Movement, it’s this you feckless spineless wannabe-white piece of shit"

My hate for Amerikans is pure and will burn blue when ignited

(obligatory reply since it apparently gets the frog-apologists’ dander up when I use these memes; I do wish you luck. death to amerika.)

The missile knows where it is because the missile knows where–

COINTELPRO is a fuck, and it ain’t dead.

Ohhhhhhhkay we need to start actually shooting CEOs if this is the bullshit they’re talking now

When I was coming up, working more than one job to even stay afloat was a sign of failure. We not doing this as the mandatory.

Retail is the fastest route to motherfuckin hating Amerikans; deep enough to consider sellin they asses out to their enemies when someone finally gets their nuts up to attack us; these consumers ain’t housebroke at all.

Night of the Consumers isn’t a horror game, it’s a fuckin documentary

This is why I keep saying I can’t go back to retail; I will lose everything that makes me a comrade but my theoretical knowledge if I have to work that ring of hell again.

Don’t forget the frogs comrade; the french bear the most resemblance to the original settlers

I did that by accident on my drow warlock once and it was FRYING MY BRAIN how dualies were outdamaging their eldritch blasts lmao

Cosigned

Nah, hate’s just related closely enough to stress that it physically ages you the same way

That’s my tinfoil at least

The only thing keeping my optimism in check regarding this hellhole of a nation is that the Black Excellence™ crowd will one day get burned badly enough by the crackers to remember the faces of their mothers tbh; I think I’d hit a point of terminal jokerfication if that fell through too

Devil’s advocacy recognized: my response runs something to the lines of finding that somewhat hollow comfort when both wings of the duopoly are treading anti-immigrant planks as we speak; and 2/3s of the country is still a whole fucking lot of settlers– even those settlers against anti-immigration policy could be interpreted as ghoulishly knowing where their produce comes from and who staffs their construction lots-- and these settler ghouls cynically know they’re not gonna go replace them.