…it’s not fucking surprising at all.

Know the inevitable.

…Overall, though, seeing how much seething is coming from right-wing sources tells me everything. They want to blame “trannies” and “faggots” and “[RDCTD]ers” too damn hard, and are looking for any excuse to start a second Civil War.

Know what’s coming. Don’t be surprised, because…

…a goddamn mercy, one that now can never be afforded because they were there. Damn you for bringing them, you accursed commentator. …

…in the lottery of birth, and they were born to two unfortunate parents. They were also there when the shot rang out and he dropped to the floor, neck spurting crimson essence to the floor. One of them couldn’t process that maybe *he* was the one the bullets were aiming for.

Those kids deserve…

…The second instance, though, is personal.

That commentator has a wife and children. Now, the wife cannot be excused, for she entered a social and romantic contract with a known controversial personality without examining all of the red and black flags.

But the children… they didn’t have a choice…

…The opponents are correct, too, in some ways.

Except in two instances,

One being that the Second Amendment cannot be infringed upon. The right to bare arms has been a thing in our Constitution for 250 and change years now, and there is zero reason to change it save for general common sense laws.…

…Where the opponents of his message are now (understandably) celebrating that he can no longer spread vitriol on his own power, those in the audience are spending insane shares of time just to discredit opponents to the point of job loss.

The audience of this commentator is unhinged. …

…there’s no surprise that marginalized communities are being further targeted. Politicians are now calling for death to those exact marginalized communities, and it’s extremely gross.

And what’s worse, is that these people who want that death have too much power. …

Holy shit, that’s a big potato.

But also, because trucker,

Holy shit, that’s a Kenworth haulin’ said big potato!

You brag, ‘I’m rich, I’ve got it made, I need nothing from anyone,’ oblivious that in fact you’re a pitiful, blind beggar, threadbare and homeless.””

Fuck you all. Fuck you very much, to those who dare drain the world of color all for the sake of a fucking profit.

To the world we live in, I scream,

““I know you inside and out, and find little to my liking. You’re not cold, you’re not hot—far better to be either cold or hot! You’re stale. You’re stagnant. You make me want to vomit.

The world tests me to no end, and it makes those around me suffer needlessly.

If I could make true the things in my mind, I would be happier… content… able to rest. But, alas, I cannot… I have not the power.

Not yet.

But maybe soon.

If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.”

This is what resounds in my heart, and yet I am full of both love and hate.

If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing.