One Battle After Another

a blur of channel-surfing and hard booze briefly had me thinking i could get a toy raccoon holding a gun with a free kids meal if i turned in someone i know to ice. we have a new country now; throw the old country out with the garbage (pickup is on thursdays). id be fuckin’ rich if i got a nickel every time some fascist-adjacent dipshit too classically attractive for anyone in their personal circle to dare to call them out for being uneducated on even basic matters told me to “do your research, democrat”. we’re fucked, we’re so fucked.

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