
April 8th, 2026
I don’t like making these posts but I also have to be loud to compensate for the cowards who are suspiciously silent now; the cowards who put this madman into office.
I guess there are people who still need to hear this so here it is: throughout human history, the man who declares with intent that “a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again” has never, ever been the good guy.
Ever.
And it’s a special and sick kind of heartbreak that we still need to talk about this, today, thousands and thousands of years into the existence of our species.
Look: quite a few of you have shown us that you have no problem supporting a racist, sexist, anti-Christian, hate-filled, failed businessman, who is also a convicted felon found liable of rape (and very likely a pedophile who continues to protect a cabal of pedophiles). We have to live next to you and it sucks, knowing who and what you support.
But do you understand what Donald Trump is now?
He is an actual terrorist. And that makes the people who still support him a terrorist organization.
And I need you to recognize something: I am not trying to tie disparate threads together to make this point. It’s a simple fact. Any person who threatens to end a whole civilization, to commit genocide against 90 million Iranians, is a fucking terrorist. If any other country in the world did this, you would know it. For some reason, though, Donald Trump has exposed the indisputable fact that some humans just don’t have a legible moral code.
I wish all the people who have been so passionate about their issues — about peace, about kindness, about decency, about their faith, about the sanctity of human life — would speak the fuck up right now. Because we saw you. We saw you wearing red hats and pointing your fingers and claiming some kind of moral and intellectual superiority.
And now that he’s a terrorist? Crickets. The loudest crickets I have ever heard.
This is how a society breaks and crumbles and is washed away to sea.
You whine about gas prices while the man you support decimates children, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, soldiers, nurses. You cry about trans athletes while he destroys our planet and all the beings who exist on it and guzzles its invented wealth like an SUV sucks down oil.
If you’re not okay right now, that means you’re okay. You’re human. You’re made of skin and blood and you can feel yours tear and bleed as pain gets inflicted on someone just like you.
We know without a doubt who the helpers are now. We know the good kind. The kind who, if Earth does continue to exist after this attempt on its life, will make it a beautiful place once again.
It just sucks the biggest balls that we have to live through this in order to get there.