For a week, it was worth a giggle. A flustered trackside nascar reporter attempting to avoid cursing on the news? That’s hilarious. Like every joke and/or horse, it was rapidly beaten past death. The body still receives unironic thwacks to this day.
Then it was revived as satire and resumed being funny for a fresh week or two. This was over a year ago. The horse is not just dead, it is not even a paste or powder, it has been completely aerosolized in a closed crimson room where people fan it back and forth in remembrance of beating its corpse.
Biden’s the best chance for continued democracy in the US, but I’ve been breathing in Brandon particulate since 2021 and I’m afraid it will give me lung cancer.
Nobody speaks for me but me, not even “my representative.” It’s not just silence, it’s withdrawal. I will not be browbeaten and scaremongered into participating in my own abuse. Enjoy your token voice, I’ll be busy out here living my way.
Withdrawal does not have a function in the process. There is no clause in any Constitution which declares that if a large portion of people “withdraw”, they have a new election with better candidates. Withdrawal is simply forfeiting your share of the decision making process. You will be out there living by the whims of those who chose not to withdraw.
Well there’s reality and then there’s these documents. It doesn’t matter what the paper says, if enough people don’t behave as if it is legitimate it will lose it’s power over people. You’re thinking from inside the system as if it is eternal made of stone. It isn’t. It’s made of us.