get the name straight and maybe i won’t shove a firecracker up your ass

the poor hired a rich, spoiled man to protect them…. what could possibly go wrong?

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a child starts running to the street. you yell at them, stop! they don’t listen. keep running. by the time they are in the street, you are screaming at the top of your lungs, “Noooooooo!” and what is the child thinking, as he gets hit by the car? mom is crazy, she’s just a snowflake.

grow up. if one news outlet screams in horror, you can say oh that’s just spin. political preference. but when there are so many, that you fail to find anyone telling you to run into the street. except the one that said it was a good idea in the first place. the thing in the child’s mind, that says “this is the way to go!” and his legs are pumping. he’s excited! mom’s screams are getting more and more hysterical. “i effected her, he thinks. i am the best. i won.” and he dies, believing he won. she cradles the boy, weeping… tears falling on a face that still has a smile on it.

don’t call me snowflake. i’m the person that is strong enough and cares enough to scream. some day i won’t care. but that will not be because i’ve changed my mind. it will be because it’s over, and disaster can’t be avoided. i’m thinking that time will be about tomorrow …….. but even so, even if i’m no longer a snowflake to anybody, because i don’t care — the presumption that caring is weakness is pretty dumb. the easy path is to just let everything play out. because it will ……

and the republican party will carry every bit of stink. while republicans try to make fun of people that care — because you know, nice guys finish last. and for some reason, too many weak people need to feel big and bad. or it suits a craving. and yet, they are the ones that need trump to somehow save them, because are weak. or they need to defend the fearless leader, because he is weak. make up things in their heads. alternate realities. because the truth is too hard — because they are too weak to handle the truth.

fact is that the USA is weaker on the world stage, now. i’m still a little puzzled, why so many americans chose to be weak rather than strong. because i’ll make this clear: you didn’t elect trump to get into the fight. you elected him to lead your retreat.

i don’t know what that makes you, or makes us. but i’m pretty sure the cowards — the snowflakes — are those hiding behind flags as they flee american values and flee the world stage of progress. i’m pretty sure that the ones with less courage, are those using name-calling and behaving like children. i’m relatively positive, that a badly behaved leader inspires badly-behaved citizens. and i’m relatively sure most of us know this.

there are many ways to be brave in the land of the free. i would suggest that using snowflake — or any name-calling — doesn’t make you much of a brave citizen. makes you a coward. someone that doesn’t understand that you can’t fight for freedom if you won’t even fight for your own dignity. i know that I FEEL WEAK if i resort to calling someone a name. use a put down to give myself a false sense of victory. i know that is when I AM at my weakest.

i know that desperation only happens when you think you are going to lose something. i know that loss is a figment of the imagination. we tick-tock our lives. hoping the future doesn’t somehow kill us all. i’m not sure what patriotism does that’s good. seems that every list for it comes up with stupid actions, not brave ones.

i wish my country were better. i really don’t know what is wrong with them. maybe there is something wrong with the water. or some drug. or some tv program or movie that convinced them to give up reality. and i would ask the rest of the world to bear with us ….lol …. but i don’t see that as being wise. if america is acting like an enemy to your country, treat her like an enemy. treat ME like an enemy. don’t forget how insane a large part of this country has become. crazy enough to think the strongest among them are the weakest among them. blinder than bats.

blinder than a child running into the street. perhaps they will look up in time. i’m not counting on it. all they see are riches and dreams for more riches. and we all know how much more than their share they already have. don’t even realize it.

that’s the part i can’t handle anymore. it’s like greed compounded by idiocy. like they collectively decided it’s ok to steal if they all are doing it. or ok to rape, if they all are doing it. or ok to call fellow citizen snowflakes, if they all are doing it. and i’m kind of sick of these sheeple. kind of sick of this country and how it makes excuses after excuses. lines its pocket with lies and deceit. arrogance and impossibility. you know how some of the old prophets dressed down the people, raged at them in the old testament? i feel like that. and i always felt those prophets were pious doomsayers. i look down on them. so don’t want to become them.

on the other hand, they were a product of the situation. some day maybe the tale of how the USA went through a tough time will include history of the snowflakes. the ones screaming to not go this direction. the prophets, dismayed and horrified by their own people. maybe we will look back at this, and call it a close one. as mom stands on the side of the road, and still cries tears …. of relief.

happy 4th of july.

and btw, my name is big-butt squirrel. was called that by boys at camp one summer. use that one if you want to call me something that hurts.

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