Don't worry.
I never stop because we can't afford to.
People of color have to be like sharks - When you stop, you die.
So, keep swimming.
- Soos
Ready For Cassandra
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Here we go.
People ask me why I don't write much anymore.
Probably because after hearing the 1,000th follower tell me that we're going to war with Iran, or that white terrorism is a thing, or that Trump is a liar, I realized that people don't fucking listen.
Well, here's the war I've been screaming about for a year. So buckle the fuck up.
https://www.haaretz.com/israel-news/iranian-forces-in-syria-fire-20-rockets-at-israeli-army-outposts-on-golan-heights-1.6073938
Probably because after hearing the 1,000th follower tell me that we're going to war with Iran, or that white terrorism is a thing, or that Trump is a liar, I realized that people don't fucking listen.
Well, here's the war I've been screaming about for a year. So buckle the fuck up.
https://www.haaretz.com/israel-news/iranian-forces-in-syria-fire-20-rockets-at-israeli-army-outposts-on-golan-heights-1.6073938
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Why We March?
I spent my Saturday marching through downtown Houston with a bunch of teenagers.
As I stood on the hill in Tranquility Park listening to young adults, and some straight up children, plead with the adults that run this country to keep them safe, I thought about the idiocy of arming teachers. At one point, a fifth grader moved me to tears as he stated, without any doubt in his voice, that he would stand in between his classmates and a gun man if it would save them.
"I've already lived a pretty good life..." said Desmond Floyd, all ten years of him.
These kids have PTSD from going to school. They talk about watching doors and windows, about planning for the worst possible scenario every second that they are at school, about being worried about catching a bullet instead of catching a bus. I do that shit because I'm a combat veteran. They do it because they're American children. This is not normal. This is not right.
And as this young boy spoke, with police snipers overhead, a helo circling, and what seemed like the entire Houston police department surrounding us, I imagined a teacher in an urban combat situation surrounded by kids.
Walk through this with me:
50 children in a small classroom. Teacher and shooter exchange fire through the doorway? What's that look like? Messy. A 9mm handgun versus an ak-47/ar-15 in a small space while you're trying to take careful shots and the rifle wielder is just fucking spraying? Good luck.
15 rounds, MAYBE, versus 30 rounds AT LEAST. How many magazines are we giving these teachers? Is the teacher wearing a vest? Is the gun in a holster on the teacher's leg or locked in a drawer or closet? Where are the spare mags?
Likely outcome = Gunman gets extra gun, more children killed in crossfire than if they'd just locked down in place.
How long is a school hallway? The maximum effective range of a 9mm pistol is generally about 50 meters, definitely so in a combat situation with a moving target and non-combatants in between and behind, so it's already useless. The maximum effective range of an AR-15 is about 500 meters POINT target. That means that a skilled shooter can hit you in the eye at 300 meters.
Likely outcome = Gunman gets extra gun, more children killed in crossfire than if they'd just locked down in place.
Ever wanted to kick a teacher's ass? Ever had a teacher than you absolutely hated and you knew that you'd kick his ass in a fight? Imagine if he had a pistol. Any other measures, metal detectors, resource officers, video surveillance, are all made completely moot.
Likely outcome = You've just armed your gunman. You bought him the gun, loaded it, put it in his classroom, and then prodded him (Where's your assignment, Billy?) into grabbing it. Now he's free to go from classroom to classroom grabbing guns like it's team fucking deathmatch.
Cop shoots teacher. Gunman shoots cop. Gunman now has three guns and the cops are confused who he is while they roam hallways full of running students and armed teachers trying to find someone that looks like either of them with a gun. And if you had multiple shooters on top of that?
Likely outcome = Absolute fucking carnage.
The scenarios just get dumber from there.
Arming teachers is a fucking stupid idea. In Iraq, we didn't let people get within 5 meters of us because hand to hand is a toss up... But, sure, a teacher should be fine. All teachers are bigger and stronger than their students, right?
They needed fucking snipers so a child could speak into a microphone in a park in downtown Houston steps away from Ted Cruz's office and across the street from city hall... But throw a school teacher a gun and the whole school is safe?
Nah.
Fuck the NRA.
- Soos
P.S. - If Killer Mike doesn't get his shit together I'm done with Run The Jewels and they're my favorite group. I will not support someone that supports the NRA. Period.
Out.
As I stood on the hill in Tranquility Park listening to young adults, and some straight up children, plead with the adults that run this country to keep them safe, I thought about the idiocy of arming teachers. At one point, a fifth grader moved me to tears as he stated, without any doubt in his voice, that he would stand in between his classmates and a gun man if it would save them.
"I've already lived a pretty good life..." said Desmond Floyd, all ten years of him.
These kids have PTSD from going to school. They talk about watching doors and windows, about planning for the worst possible scenario every second that they are at school, about being worried about catching a bullet instead of catching a bus. I do that shit because I'm a combat veteran. They do it because they're American children. This is not normal. This is not right.
And as this young boy spoke, with police snipers overhead, a helo circling, and what seemed like the entire Houston police department surrounding us, I imagined a teacher in an urban combat situation surrounded by kids.
Walk through this with me:
- Scenario 1 - Shooter in hallway. Teacher in classroom.
50 children in a small classroom. Teacher and shooter exchange fire through the doorway? What's that look like? Messy. A 9mm handgun versus an ak-47/ar-15 in a small space while you're trying to take careful shots and the rifle wielder is just fucking spraying? Good luck.
15 rounds, MAYBE, versus 30 rounds AT LEAST. How many magazines are we giving these teachers? Is the teacher wearing a vest? Is the gun in a holster on the teacher's leg or locked in a drawer or closet? Where are the spare mags?
Likely outcome = Gunman gets extra gun, more children killed in crossfire than if they'd just locked down in place.
- Scenario 2 - Shooter and teacher in hallway.
How long is a school hallway? The maximum effective range of a 9mm pistol is generally about 50 meters, definitely so in a combat situation with a moving target and non-combatants in between and behind, so it's already useless. The maximum effective range of an AR-15 is about 500 meters POINT target. That means that a skilled shooter can hit you in the eye at 300 meters.
Likely outcome = Gunman gets extra gun, more children killed in crossfire than if they'd just locked down in place.
- Scenario 3 - Shooter and teacher in classroom.
Ever wanted to kick a teacher's ass? Ever had a teacher than you absolutely hated and you knew that you'd kick his ass in a fight? Imagine if he had a pistol. Any other measures, metal detectors, resource officers, video surveillance, are all made completely moot.
Likely outcome = You've just armed your gunman. You bought him the gun, loaded it, put it in his classroom, and then prodded him (Where's your assignment, Billy?) into grabbing it. Now he's free to go from classroom to classroom grabbing guns like it's team fucking deathmatch.
- Scenario 4 - Shooter(s), teachers, and resource officer.
Cop shoots teacher. Gunman shoots cop. Gunman now has three guns and the cops are confused who he is while they roam hallways full of running students and armed teachers trying to find someone that looks like either of them with a gun. And if you had multiple shooters on top of that?
Likely outcome = Absolute fucking carnage.
The scenarios just get dumber from there.
Arming teachers is a fucking stupid idea. In Iraq, we didn't let people get within 5 meters of us because hand to hand is a toss up... But, sure, a teacher should be fine. All teachers are bigger and stronger than their students, right?
They needed fucking snipers so a child could speak into a microphone in a park in downtown Houston steps away from Ted Cruz's office and across the street from city hall... But throw a school teacher a gun and the whole school is safe?
Nah.
Fuck the NRA.
- Soos
P.S. - If Killer Mike doesn't get his shit together I'm done with Run The Jewels and they're my favorite group. I will not support someone that supports the NRA. Period.
Out.
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, the whisky sour, and me.
I feel as though I've been robbed.
I've been drinking whisky as long as I've been drinking. It's my jam AND my jelly. And yet, I had never discovered the whisky sour. Lemon juice, whisky, and a spoonful of sugar. That's it. I use simple syrup, because I'm a drunk with a full bar, but still... You could just use, or make, syrup.
So, as long as you have whisky, half a lemon, and a spoonful of sugar, you can always make this drink. It is fucking DELICIOUS and I'm embarrassed that I have only just now discovered this amazing beverage.
So.
Bourbon to taste (Me? 3 shots.).
Lemon to taste (Me? 1 shot.).
Simple syrup (Me? 1/2 a shot.).
Shake 20 seconds.
Garnish with a lemon peel.
Add Perrier/Pellegrino to taste.
I serve mine in a chilled mason jar because I'm half Texan and half pretentious ass douche.
Muah,
And I'm still here. Still lurking. Still reading. Still writing.
- Soos
P.S.
Sometimes you have to laugh at yourself. As I reread my whisky sour induced review of the whisky sour I realize that the title only makes sense if you are me. Which you are not. So. Here is the anecdote that I read that inspired not only this post but the four drinks that preceded it.
https://tohaveandhaveanother.wordpress.com/2013/10/30/the-hemingway-and-fitzgerald-whisky-sour/
- Soos
I've been drinking whisky as long as I've been drinking. It's my jam AND my jelly. And yet, I had never discovered the whisky sour. Lemon juice, whisky, and a spoonful of sugar. That's it. I use simple syrup, because I'm a drunk with a full bar, but still... You could just use, or make, syrup.
So, as long as you have whisky, half a lemon, and a spoonful of sugar, you can always make this drink. It is fucking DELICIOUS and I'm embarrassed that I have only just now discovered this amazing beverage.
So.
Bourbon to taste (Me? 3 shots.).
Lemon to taste (Me? 1 shot.).
Simple syrup (Me? 1/2 a shot.).
Shake 20 seconds.
Garnish with a lemon peel.
Add Perrier/Pellegrino to taste.
I serve mine in a chilled mason jar because I'm half Texan and half pretentious ass douche.
Muah,
And I'm still here. Still lurking. Still reading. Still writing.
- Soos
P.S.
Sometimes you have to laugh at yourself. As I reread my whisky sour induced review of the whisky sour I realize that the title only makes sense if you are me. Which you are not. So. Here is the anecdote that I read that inspired not only this post but the four drinks that preceded it.
https://tohaveandhaveanother.wordpress.com/2013/10/30/the-hemingway-and-fitzgerald-whisky-sour/
- Soos
Friday, January 12, 2018
GET OUT AND VOTE!
I know I've been quiet lately but I promise you that it's not because I'm stopping. I've been working on multiple things and trying to stay focused. I get distracted easily. One thing I've been really thinking about lately, and I hope you have, too, is the coming election. I want to get as many people registered and to the polls as possible, regardless of who they're voting for, and, while I'd like to do something HUGE, I'm just not that important. SO.
If you are in Houston and you are not registered to vote or have no way to get to the polls or have some other obstacles in your way that you may need help with - LET ME HELP YOU.
The registration deadline is February 5th.
Early voting starts on February 20th and ends on March 2nd.
Voting begins in earnest on March 6th.
We all know how this works. You have plenty of time right now so you're not worried about it. However, I really think that people should be much more active in this election than they have been in any others and I think you do, too. Unless you're reading this from Ukraine (Hi, you!) and don't give a shit about when we vote. Or maybe you do.
Either way, we don't have time to waste. If you need a ride, a babysitter, an alibi, a fake doctor's note, etc... let me know. Let's get out and vote.
Remember, Trump is the president not because of how people voted but because of how people didn't. Let's never make that mistake again. We need a real voter turnout so that we can honestly say that our leaders represent the people that elected them, regardless of party affiliation.
Email me here.
Twitter me here.
- Soos
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Friday, January 5, 2018
Give Me A Dollar! (Or Don't, It's Totally Fine)
I will now be releasing content on Patreon, as well as here, that I'm going to make people pay for. Well, try to. First up is a short story I wrote over New Year's. Writing has always been a passion for me and I've always found short stories fun to write. This one was more fun than most.
It, and all my fiction to come, will be available on my Patreon for the whopping tier 1 price of $1. More tiers will be coming soon with more exciting things. Real world things I'll be making that you can actually hold in your hands. This year is already a very busy one.
I was going to say "Stay tuned" but that's another phrase that Trump has ruined.
Instead, here's a little snippet of my short story "Last New Year's With Ricky" to whet your appetite. It was supposed to be a tiny story about New Year's. What it ended up being, however, is part one of a three part story. I hope you'll consider subscribing to read the whole thing, as well as the second and third parts coming soon.
Later.
- Soos
Read the thrilling conclusion here! ----> https://www.patreon.com/posts/last-new-years-16209918
It, and all my fiction to come, will be available on my Patreon for the whopping tier 1 price of $1. More tiers will be coming soon with more exciting things. Real world things I'll be making that you can actually hold in your hands. This year is already a very busy one.
I was going to say "Stay tuned" but that's another phrase that Trump has ruined.
Instead, here's a little snippet of my short story "Last New Year's With Ricky" to whet your appetite. It was supposed to be a tiny story about New Year's. What it ended up being, however, is part one of a three part story. I hope you'll consider subscribing to read the whole thing, as well as the second and third parts coming soon.
Later.
- Soos
He was on her before she knew what was happening. He came from the street and hit her in her right side, driving her into a recessed doorway and off of the pavement. Mary glimpsed a red sweater and a dirty old coat as she slammed into the shop's door with sickening force. Feeling him behind her, she spun and lashed out with her right elbow, catching her attacker in the temple. His head bounced of the stone of the entryway and he fell past her. Then Mary ran.She was running into David's shop before she even realized where she was going, covering the half mile at a dead sprint. She'd felt him chasing her. She hadn't looked back once to see if he was behind her, something had told her not to, and she assumed he was behind her still.“Mary?! You alright?” David asked. Seeing her distress immediately, he came out from behind the counter to meet her."A man grabbed me." she blurted, trying to catch her breath. "Chasing me.""He's chasing you now?" David asked, walking back to the counter. Mary nodded. David nodded back and, reaching down over the counter, producted a well worn cricket bat"Ok. He might be gone. I don't know. I think he was trying to... You know..." she didn't want to say it. She didn't have to."Wait here, ok? I'll make sure he's gone. Just stay here. Go get you a drink of something, it's on me. Ok?” his brow furrowed angrily as he talked. She'd never seen him anything but happy before. He noticed her studying his frown and smiled reassuringly at her. He had such nice, straight white teeth. "It's fine. While I'm gone get you a drink or something, yeah? Grab one for Ricky, too. My treat. I'll make sure this bloke is gone.""Should I call the police?" Mary asked him. She wanted to help somehow but she wasn't going back outside."Um... Nah. If he's gone what are they gonna do, right? And they usually just show up to fuck things up, anyway. Don't wanna get someone's mum shot on New Year's, right?"Mary nodded, stiffly. The mention of Ricky's name had caught her off guard and she could feel the anger boiling up again. If the police escorted her home and found her fuckhead of a husband skagged out in his chair the night would be a damn sight worse. David disappeared through the dark doorway. She couldn't see him outside but she could hear him yelling. David had always been nice to her. She and Ricky had lived here for seven years now and this was their closest shop. Ricky liked his beer, and she her wine, so they'd been pretty regular customers of his. She'd always thought that he was sort of sexy, really, but she'd been with Ricky. Now, standing alone in his store as he defended her honor outside, she couldn't help but wonder. He was shorter than Ricky but taller than her. He was mostly bald but kept his hair really short. Mary didn't much care for long hair anymore, anyway. Ricky's was always greasy and nasty. It'd mat if she didn't make him let her brush it. She wondered then if he was still sleeping happily in his favorite chair, high as a kite, and content. "Fucking asshole." She muttered, again.“You know what?” she said to herself, “Fuck it.”She walked to the back of the shop, grabbed two bottles of cheap wine from the fridge, and brought them back to the counter to wait for David. If Ricky can go off and get smashed then she could, too. It was New Year's eve, after all. She glanced at the clock behind the counter, by the cigarettes that she was trying very hard not to notice, and saw that it was 11:11pm."Make a wish." Mary said to no one in particular.Almost time for the ball to drop. Maybe she'd ask David to join her. The thought made her grin.Then, she heard him scream.
Read the thrilling conclusion here! ----> https://www.patreon.com/posts/last-new-years-16209918
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Dozy or Deza? Part 4
Hey there!
So, this is the fourth, and hopefully final, installment of "Dozy or Deza?". In part three I laid out for you Mensch's associations with the right wing, namely Rupert Murdoch and her obvious and vocal disdain for the left in general. Today, I'd like to talk about the associations of her associates. It's a lot of review, I covered some of these guys in parts one and two, but I think it's important and I think you'll agree. Remember, guilt by association is the name of the game. Right?
Right.
First up, let's talk about her buddy, her pal, her "Mr. President" - Chief "BadDude" Covfefe and his infamous blocklist. Here's a pretty good rundown of it from @Fraude_1. Another solid follow, btw. I don't know him, but his information has been accurate so far. He's about 1000 times more credible than anyone on Team Pillowforts. I'll just hit the main plot points:
It's absolutely unbelievable to me that they think this is going to fly. I guess when you model yourselves on cartoon characters you start to feel like you can get away with everything. What's worse? People are actually buying it.
So, to recap, the blocklist was set up to make "FauxResistors" mad enough to use the hashtag #BlockedByChiefCovfefe against #TeamPatriot so that law enforcement and US intelligence could observe and record the people that used the hashtag. It's fucking genius.
As of a week ago, when he took it down, the blocklist contained 633,399 accounts and only about a third of them were actually Trump supporters. I was on it, and I don't know how much farther from a Trump supporter you can get. Also, I'm not Russian. I'm honestly not sure if I've ever even met a Russian in my life. I do have lots of Ukrainian fans, though. Or just one really devoted one (Hey you!). Now, the people that used his blocklist have been left to manually unblock 633,399 accounts which, in case you're wondering, is a huge pain in the ass. Which is why you should never allow someone else to control any part of your social media. Especially who you see. Oh, and this isn't even his only blocklist. It's just his largest. The other one known to me contained another 100,000+ accounts.
Who else we got?
There's Claude, who we've already established is wrong all the time. Which doesn't stop him from constantly asking people for money. (Also, if y'all wanna buy people custom vehicles from TV, I'll take an A-team van. I've always wanted one and I didn't realize that you could just make people on the internet buy you stuff in exchange for bullshit).
The most disturbing thing about Claude is that he's been pushing Chris Suprun to his followers and, to put it bluntly, Chris Suprun is a piece of shit. He's not a liberal, he's not on our side, and he's racist as all fucking fuck.
Isn't it strange that Team Patriot is pushing a racist Republican candidate running deceptively as a Democrat? And remember, we don't do coincidences. Everything is guilt by association in Mensch's world.
Also -
Broadsword Six - Stolen valor and harassment. He was called out by lots of people before his account was suspended including Eric Rosenwald who, if you remember from earlier, was one of Louise's targets for harassment. Eric wrote about it here and you should definitely read it.
So, this is the fourth, and hopefully final, installment of "Dozy or Deza?". In part three I laid out for you Mensch's associations with the right wing, namely Rupert Murdoch and her obvious and vocal disdain for the left in general. Today, I'd like to talk about the associations of her associates. It's a lot of review, I covered some of these guys in parts one and two, but I think it's important and I think you'll agree. Remember, guilt by association is the name of the game. Right?
Right.
First up, let's talk about her buddy, her pal, her "Mr. President" - Chief "BadDude" Covfefe and his infamous blocklist. Here's a pretty good rundown of it from @Fraude_1. Another solid follow, btw. I don't know him, but his information has been accurate so far. He's about 1000 times more credible than anyone on Team Pillowforts. I'll just hit the main plot points:
Boy meets girl. Boy tells girl about blocklists and how they're being used to silence opposing voices. Boy then creates blocklist. Boy says it's only for Trump supporters. Boy is proven a liar. Boy hides blocklist. Boy gets caught. Boy takes down blocklist. Boy refuses to discuss blocklist. Boy then says anyone that tells anyone else that they're on the blocklist is harassing him.Because telling people that you were put on a blocklist by Team Pillowforts is targeted harassment. But don't take my word for it. Here he is threatening everyone that used the hashtag #BlockedByChiefCovfefe, #BlockedByChief, or any variation of it. On his pinned tweet.
So, to recap, the blocklist was set up to make "FauxResistors" mad enough to use the hashtag #BlockedByChiefCovfefe against #TeamPatriot so that law enforcement and US intelligence could observe and record the people that used the hashtag. It's fucking genius.
As of a week ago, when he took it down, the blocklist contained 633,399 accounts and only about a third of them were actually Trump supporters. I was on it, and I don't know how much farther from a Trump supporter you can get. Also, I'm not Russian. I'm honestly not sure if I've ever even met a Russian in my life. I do have lots of Ukrainian fans, though. Or just one really devoted one (Hey you!). Now, the people that used his blocklist have been left to manually unblock 633,399 accounts which, in case you're wondering, is a huge pain in the ass. Which is why you should never allow someone else to control any part of your social media. Especially who you see. Oh, and this isn't even his only blocklist. It's just his largest. The other one known to me contained another 100,000+ accounts.
And what do you find when you run through the tweets on the #BlockedByChiefCovfefe hashtag? Resistance accounts. Some of the people tweeting literally sound like they're emerging from a cave and seeing the sunlight for the first time. "Wow... I never knew I was blocking so many resistance accounts!" they say. "Why were you on the blocklist?! You're not a troll or a Russian or anything!".
As for Chief Covfefe himself... Well, who cares? In my opinion, he's just another guy on twitter that wants to be internet famous and doesn't care how he achieves it. He's fairly inconsequential, save for his ridiculous blocklist and association with Mensch, and he doesn't make wild claims about who he is or what he's done that make me want to dig into him personally. Unlike some people.
Which brings me conveniently to subject two - Mr. Feathers himself, Counterchekist.
This again leads me to plug the work of @Fraude_1. Haters will say we're in the same unit at KGB. His rundown on this is really concise and, so far, seems to have gone unanswered. Shocking. Here's the link and here it is unrolled for your viewing pleasure. Really, here's what I wanted to say about it:
A - I've NEVER seen or heard a fellow veteran misstate their time in service and especially not by two years. He said he was in for 13 years in one conversation and 15 years in another? Nah.
B - He claimed to have been blown up, shot, and stabbed while he was in. I call bullshit. This really sounds like the kind of thing a civilian says to sound like they were in the military. It's not like every soldier gets shot and, as I mentioned a couple of days ago, the only one I've seen get stabbed got stabbed by accident. By one of his buddies. Inside the wire. So. Nah.
C - Dude says he's actually seen the pee pee tape(s). Come on, man. Hell nah.
My opinion? Stolen valor. Playing at spies. Lying to people online. Fraudulent as all fuck. Credibility rating - 0. And this is why people dox them. If you're claiming that you have information like that then you'd better be prepared to back it up. They aren't. Ever. If you question them they block you, smear you as a Russian harasser or troll, and get everyone they can find to destroy your credibility so that they can continue to lie to their followers.
There's Claude, who we've already established is wrong all the time. Which doesn't stop him from constantly asking people for money. (Also, if y'all wanna buy people custom vehicles from TV, I'll take an A-team van. I've always wanted one and I didn't realize that you could just make people on the internet buy you stuff in exchange for bullshit).
The most disturbing thing about Claude is that he's been pushing Chris Suprun to his followers and, to put it bluntly, Chris Suprun is a piece of shit. He's not a liberal, he's not on our side, and he's racist as all fucking fuck.
Isn't it strange that Team Patriot is pushing a racist Republican candidate running deceptively as a Democrat? And remember, we don't do coincidences. Everything is guilt by association in Mensch's world.
Also -
Broadsword Six - Stolen valor and harassment. He was called out by lots of people before his account was suspended including Eric Rosenwald who, if you remember from earlier, was one of Louise's targets for harassment. Eric wrote about it here and you should definitely read it.
Baba Yaga - Racist and liar. Props to @Fraude_1 yet again for being on the ball. Seriously, go to his TL and you can read all this shit laid out perfectly for you. The only defense that Team Pillowforts had was "It's photoshop!" but it's not fucking photoshop, guys.
But remember, Louise hates Trump because he's racist, right?
Bullshit.
I'm tired of these assholes. I resent that I had to write all this bullshit down. We're at a point in US history that will be remembered by our children. We are in a fight for the heart and soul of this country. Meanwhile, these fucking assholes, posing as PATRIOTS, are deliberately and systematically undermining the efforts of real patriots to further the goals of the richest, sickest, most disgusting people imaginable. They flank us, basically, and we need to be mindful of their tactics for the future.
2020 is going to be a motherfucking bloodbath. We WILL overcome. First, however, we need to get our shit together. Get it all together and put it in a back pack, all our shit, so it's together. And if we gotta take it some where, take it somewhere, you know, take it to the shit store and sell it, or put it in the shit museum. I don't care what we do, we just gotta get it together.
We need to get our shit together.
That's it. Fuck this, I'm done. I'm gonna go write a short story that has nothing to do with Rupert Murdoch bankrolled chaos agents.
Oh. And, by the way. MY sources? MY sources say that this shit is even deeper than I thought. My sources tell me that shit really is coming.
Soon.
Now, tell me - am I lying?
- Soos
P.S. - There are literally people out there right now that are worried about having their names mentioned in association with Team Patriot because they are afraid of increased harassment. That's how much damage these people have done to the liberal movement online. It pisses me off, and it should piss you off, too. Having said that, if you are one of those people that has been mentioned here and you want me to remove your name/picture/info from this blog then contact me on twitter or email me at @readyforadirtygameblog@gmail.com and I will do so. However, I urge you not to. Your fear of reprisal for speaking your truth is exactly why you should speak it. All I want to do is help.
Either way, my DMs are always open.
Peace.
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