We are all Charlie.

“True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.” Martin Luther King Jr., Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community? (1967)

Every time Trump gets on stage and opens his mouth, his hands start doing that sad little tug like he’s trying to coax ghost nut from some reluctant poltercock mid-haunting. Maybe he’s not talking to us at all. Maybe he’s just checking in with Epstein on the astral plane like, “Hey bro, how’s hell?”

ICE is escalating with intent. They are actively provoking rebellion. Me thinks Stephen Miller must be feeling the walls inching in.

Donald Trump and every official who served under him are war criminals and must be prosecuted. Period.

Some official U.S. government social media accounts are farming outrage rather than sharing legitimate information. Engagement only boosts their reach. Don’t let them dominate the online narrative. Block, don’t reply, and don’t quote. Starve the troll and keep your sanity. Please share.

Ope.

Accusing others of AI slop while posting straight-up bot diarrhea is a bold move.

These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over this festering pumpkin carcass of American rot crammed into an ill-fitting suit. It’s been tweetin’ when it oughta be leadin’, a dumb orange clown shoutin’ greed as substitute.

Ignore all other photos you think are of me—this is 100% the real me. And for the love of the entire observable universe, please, DO NOT take me to your leader. I’ve already served enough time on Uranus. It was real shitty.

Psychologists call it dairy-induced kleptomania. In Wisconsin, it’s just called ‘a balanced diet.’

So they’ll know when and where I’m taking a massive shit and shitposting memes about Thiel at the same time? Perfect.

Fuck bootlickers. Worse than the stupid—at least the stupid have the mercy of ignorance. Bootlickers choose degradation with intent. Parasites lapping up power’s droppings, smiling while they swallow. Nothing lower than a collaborator. Nothing fouler than someone who kneels and calls it principle.