Those January 6th insurrectionists in prison are whining and crying about the inhumane conditions they’re being held in and demand that they be sent to GUANTANAMO BAY.

I think they should be sent there. Give them the full Gitmo experience so they’ll finally snap out of the fantasy world their snowflake butts have been living in.

Like, these dudes had everything. Wealth. Comfort. The color of skin that let their dumbest of opinions be listened to as though there was actual thought behind any of it.

And they threw it all away to give a "billionaire" complete power over their lives. A "billionaire" that has done his best to foment division within our country, likely for the benefit of the dictator of a foreign country.

I think about "Blades of Glory" a lot more than I thought I would think about "Blades of Glory" when I first saw it. It’s mind-bottling. You know, when things are so crazy it gets your thoughts all trapped like in a bottle.

And that’s exactly what these whole last 20-years have been. Mind-bottling. And we’re all huddled together on that little ship in the bottle as we’re being tossed about and slapped in the face by dangerous weather.

And it’s been rich people doing most of the shaking.

Anyways, it’s just super pathetic to me that these guys are spoon-fed lies by their chosen news stations and podcasters and have bought so completely into the negativity that THEY WANT TO GO TO GUANTANAMO BAY. Because they think the conditions there will be better than a regular American prison.

It’s like, "My dudes: Why do you think people keep screaming about prison reform? Prison sucks! It is inhumane and cruel and terrible! And Guantanamo Bay is So. Much. WORSE than everyday prison. And the reason why your podcaster pals try to paint it as being like a vacation scene for the public is because they want to keep torturing terrorists!"

For reals: Saying "We want to lock human beings in lightless cells, feeding them crap, and stomp on their testicles on the regular" will get you looked at as though you’re a maniac.

But painting Guantanamo Bay as some relaxing resort where those dastardly terrorists are being coddled by the "pussy" liberals makes it seem like no big deal, why bother closing it down?

So if those fragile dudes who can’t handle regular prison want to spend time in Guantanamo Bay… Why not let them?

They’ve been fucking around so much that they are shocked now that they’re beginning to find out. They are still in the disbelieving stage of things, to the point that they’re complaining about prison as though it’s a hotel with substandard service.

It’s time for them to realize that all of this is real. That yes, they did totally destroy their own lives and future happiness to satisfy a greedy old man that has been taking advantage of their misplaced loyalty.

And it makes me think of the story of the beloved celebrity whose son was put in prison for whatever crime. And the son calls his father complaining about his feet. About the filth of the showers and the spread of all kind of foot diseases through the prison and how the son really wanted some flip-flops for using in the shower.

And the celebrity wanted to buy his son flip-flops, but was told by the prison warden that no, he couldn’t buy his son flip-flops because it would be unfair, because none of the other prisoners were able to buy themselves flip-flops and they didn’t have beloved celebrity father’s to buy them special treatment items.

So the celebrity set up a program that gave free flip-flops to every prison in the state, including the one his son was in.

So his son got flip-flops, and so did everyone else.

Because there are some people that are so empathy-deprived that they don’t even realize other people exist until they are reminded of them. People so self-involved and wrapped up in their own privilege that they don’t realize other people could be suffering until they themselves have a taste of suffering.

So like, if those January 6th dudes want to taste deprivation and know the horrible conditions they have happily been condemning other people to experience… Let them.

And hopefully, when it’s all said and done, they will become actual members of society, rather than the parasite’s they have been.

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I’m just really tired.

I think a lot of people are really tired.

And like the bullies they are, those fools are not letting up. They’re poking their fingers in our faces and sticking out their tongues and "Nya-nya, I’m going to keep pissing on you and calling it rain and there’s nothing you can do about it!" Then they wah-wah cry about it when they end up in prison, expecting us "soft liberals" to jump out and give them everything because they deserve it simply because they’ve never had to face real hardship in their lives.

They call themselves patriots while attempting to destroy our country for would-be fascist dictators.

They spout their self-written history without ever acknowledging what really happened. They mock people for being "woke" without even knowing what woke means.

Because they are soft boys that have always had their momma’s to clean up after them and their daddy’s to offer bribes to keep them from facing consequences.

And I’m tired of "boys will be boys"-excuses for assault, rape, thievery, and the attempted overthrow of the country we all live in.

The world is on fire. And I’m tired of letting these people get away with fanning the flames.

If they want to be locked up in hell? Then lock them up.

They’ll either learn to act like human beings, or they’ll eat each other like the rats they so resemble.

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MEMOIRISHU
by Harper Kingsley

The worst part of being crazy were the moments of lucidity. The moments of looking around and realizing "This is all really happening. You are this person. This is your life."

There’s a pleasantness to disassociation. To being able to tell yourself that you are currently existing in a dream. In a vision. In a moment of some much better life.

But this is all real.

And that’s the cutting edge of sanity.

Or maybe those moments of "sanity" are when you’re craziest of all.

It’s hard to think about. In the complete THISNESS of it all.

You don’t remember your name most of the time. It’s not the name you call yourself in your head. The name that’s printed on some birth certificate far away in the home you barely remembered but wanted so desperately to get back to.

You live in the moment. Make the best of the situation. Don’t make waves.

You smile and you nod, and life is mostly all right. Not anything to dream about, but nothing to feel ways about.

You don’t know where the reference came from, but it felt right. It felt like something you’d heard and briefly been amused by and yet it somehow burrowed its way deep enough into your mind that it was able to pop up when after everything else had been forgot.

A lot of things had been forgot.

A lot of the parts of you have been forgot.

Tenses, twisting and bending, carrying you along in a melody of "That looks sort of right/it must be right"-thinking that at the same time felt like you were an alien standing in a room. As though a thousand-thousand people are all looking at you and shaking their heads, "No."

You have references inside you that you don’t know how they got there. Thoughts left behind by some other life you were desperate to remember while fearing the kind of person you might have been.

The things you know. The terrible (wonderful) destructive things you know that are so perfect for this place. That would change the face of everything, though you don’t know if it would make things better or worse to think and do.

You know so much without knowing where you’d learned any of it. You don’t know if any of it is real, or just nonsense you read somewhere and inexplicably retained when everything (someone) else was purged from you.

TBC…

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