Saturday Morning Rant

I am a fairly tolerant mammal.  I think pluralism is vital, and have no interest in everyone thinking or believing the same, from religion to politics to sportsball.

But you don’t get to believe there are no other planets, that the earth is flat, or that polio’s return would be good for the human race (maybe for the planet, if it accelerates the cats’ dominance atop the planetary food chain).

But there is a special place in HAYELLLLLL for Sandy Hook Truthers.  Oh, HAI Q-aron!  You fucking weeping herpetic lesion of an alleged carbon-based life form.

I’d say you ALMOST deserve feeling that kind of loss, the hurt that never goes away or even dissipates in the slightest.  To lose a child.  A grandchild, even.  And to have smug jackasses like you go on a steroid-addled meathead’s “podcast” and “critical think” about your suffering being some kind of false flag operation.

Why almost?  Because anyone already related to you has already suffered enough.  I’ll be content with hordes of daemons shoving their cloven hooves so far up your rancid asshole that you shit goat hairs out of your eyeballs.  For all eternity.

Shit, I don’t even have a strong opinion (or even really an opinion at all) on gun control.  I am a horrible person, in general.  But just not that low, that I need to build my ego by stunts like yours.

But yeah, Q-aron belongs with RFK Jr.  Let me preface this by saying the Kennedy “dynasty” can just go fuck themselves in general.  JFK was a pretty lousy President, outside of not blowing the world up during the Cuban Missile Crisis.  RFK was a narcissistic prick as Attorney General, and would have been an even worse President before his little encounter with Sirhan Sirham (somewhat Karmically, there are “truthers” around that incident, too).  Forget about that teeming horde of witnesses, yada yada.

If you, or someone you love, is even considering voting for the RFK/Q-aron ticket – please just vote for Herr Fuhrer instead.  Own your no-nothing fascism.  Put on the hair shirt.  Wave your freak flag, and maybe sterilize yourself with a nail gun while you’re at it.

No need to worry about climate change, folks.  Humanity will destroy itself before we get anywhere near the “tipping point.”  We are irretrievably, irredeemably FUCKED.

But I’mma vote for Diamond Joe, anyway.  As my final middle finger to society as it tips over the fascist ledge.

There is probably some Lesser Footy this weekend, but fuck off if you think I can bother being arsed about same.  Talk amongst yourselves.