Brem

I cut my hair in preparation for what is to come.

I haven’t cut my hair in at least 15 years, and never before in preparation for anything.

We’re all pretty much just waiting for them to kidnap the wrong (or, sadly right) person… and then a charismatic and unpolitically aligned person to step up and lead the rest of us forward against this nonsense.

“Thugs” isn’t the right word.

Terrorists. Fascistic Lackeys. Brutalizers.

I have plenty of synonymous for these faceless fuckfaced assholes.

I’m sure they both own plenty of baby oil. Too bad we are the ones getting dry-fucked.

There’s a kind of person that thrives in the parking lots of Walmarts and stripmalls in shitberg towns, and they thrive on social media, too.

Well put. I’m old school Tripod days (if anyone remembers what that was). I’ve seen social media go from “A/S/L?” to “like & subscribe” and everything in between. It was never that clean, and the lot lizards were always lurking.