I Believe… [Women Are Not Baby Farms, You JagStains]
…that, if your activism would be rendered impotent if Twitter was eliminated, your desire for progressive change is fucking weak.
...that the only reason we want to see Trump’s tax returns is to try to connect him to the Russians but we already know he’s financially connected to the Russians so why do we need to distract ourselves with the pursuit when going after the Distraction King? Because he wants us to be distracted. That’s how he won in 2016 and that’s how he’ll win in 2020. The Left is like a dog that can’t focus every time the owner makes the sound of a bag of dog biscuits being opened.
...that, given I’m not welcome at a designated ‘black space’ for the same reason I’m unwelcome at a designated ‘white space,’ I’ll be fine in ‘MySpace.’ Besides, all my good 80s music is there.
…that one of many paradoxes presented in modern American society is the odd confluence of overpopulation run rampant, the decrease in financial aid and paid time off for young mothers, and the bizarre desire to force women to have babies they either don’t want or can’t care for. For fuck’s sake, get the priorities in line — if you want women to be baby farms at least pay them for it or get out of their business…
…that the balancing act of recognizing one’s own insignificance in the world yet still keeping that badass swagger, of understanding the mundanity of real life while still strutting down the street while listening to some head banging rock, of being a bit player in the movie but seeing yourself as the protagonist of the narrative, is the teeter-totter of modern life.
