And as he sat upon the mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world?
And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.
For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many.
And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in diverse places.
All these are the beginning of sorrows.
Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake.
And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another.
And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many.
And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.
But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.
And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come. ~Matthew 24:2-14You know what I'm really getting tired of?
Trump and people like him, claiming they did their crimes and shit "For me" and then, despite their alleged wealth, they keep asking people like me for money.
No, motherfucker. NO.
(Seriously, more people need to learn how to use that word.)
And for the same reason I wouldn't loan the weird guy that comes in my work ten bucks for a pack of cigarettes last week.
I don't have it, not for people who maybe ain't got gas for their car or a jacket on when it's cold, but their car smells like weed (Which ain't cheap.) Definitely, I ain't got it for people like Trump who allegedly should not need money...because they're supposedly rich...but who go around asking for it all the time, anyway.
Wasn't this dude the poster boy for Stupid Yuppie Wealth for like 30 years?What happened to all those casinos and shit?? Oh, right, they went bankrupt.
Because Trump is an idiotic, lazy, scumbag con artist who wasn't told "No" when he should have been.
Are people just that damned stupid??
More to the point, does this dude falling asleep in court and being charged with contempt actually look like winning to you??
If you or I conducted ourselves like this in a court proceeding, we'd end up in jail.
Like, already. There wouldn't be no more hearings.
And I'm tired of people lying and making excuses for this sack of shit, or for trying to cover themselves in secondhand "glory" from his own stupid decisions.
I'm sick of that motherfucker stinking up our politics, literally.
But even more than that I'm tired of people lying for this dude.I'm tired of people making excuses for his dumb ass.
I'm tired of people worshiping this fucking loser like he's a god because he said racist shit about Mexicans.
And I'm tired of the fact that pretty much every bad actor in this whole damn country seems to see Trump as a vector to getting what they want.
They know, fundamentally, that he's an easily manipulated moron.
They just don't care.
Like, fuck the rest of you, I've got mine.
Americans act like this and then we wonder why half the damn world's on fire?
Maybe start by waking up in the morning and realizing the world don't revolve around you?
Or as my Grandpa used to say "Remember, brothers, there are others."
I can remember when absolute base selfishness got people's asses beat.
When these people bitch about there being a "Uniparty" they're actually telling on themselves. They're not wrong, if you look at it as people who believe in Democracy vs. people who don't.
And I'm quite sick of people who'd exchange democracy and freedom for shareholder profits or social status.
Especially considering that in the kind of world these monsters are trying to create, the vast majority of these fucking people (and certainly anybody I know) would have neither.
But they "Identify" with the "Hierarchy" the idea of "Caste" or something something Gazpacho.
Bro, you don't live in the 19th Century British Raj in India.
This is America.
If you care more about "Castes" or "Class" or "Hierarchy" than you do about freedom...why don't you go somewhere, where people either live like that or did sometime in recent history and see how you like it. Go ahead, see what those kinds of divisions did to those sorts of societies, I'll wait.I'll note that none of these motherfuckers seem to have any interest in checking out India...or even the United Kingdom, for that matter.
But these fucking people are obsessed with their fucked up social theories anyway, I've personally seen people go down that rabbit hole with the Alt-Right Nazi shit.
For these nuts, it's basically anything other than America at this point.
And even in the very likely event that Trump loses, we're probably going to have to fight a war with these assholes if we want this shit to stop.
It might not be much of a war, but people will still die in it.
And for these fucking people that seems to be the point. They don't even care if it's them.
You either believe in freedom or you don't.
You can either be a Citizen or a Subject, not both. One of these things is not like the other one.
And our Founding Fathers based America on the ideal of citizenship rather than subjection to a king for a damn reason. But I guess that's too hard for some motherfuckers...
You want a better country, be a better citizen.
Because the alternative sucks.
Слава Україна!
My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning.
I turn this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran
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