I Like Cannabis

Hello dear reader(s)!

Jeffy doesn’t like cannabis.  Jeffy is a racist piece of shit who lies under oath, but Donny decided to make Jeffy the Attorney General.

Unlike Jeffy, I do like cannabis.  I like cannabis quite a bit.

Why do I like cannabis?

Well, the use of cannabis oil during my cancer fight was an integral part of my survival, for one thing.  It allowed to me eat when I had no appetite, and prevented a lot of nausea when I needed to gain weight.  I had been prescribed every other anti-nausea medication but nothing worked until cannabis.

Then there is the way I used cannabis to be able to get off all of my other more harmful prescription drugs.  During and just after my cancer treatment, I was on so much more narcotics than they would give anyone they actually expected to live.  The transition to cannabis from those pills has been an immensely positive boost to my overall health.  I also replaced the benzos with cannabis and now take a medicine that has no risk of physical withdrawal.

I like cannabis because my insurance denied my request for a safe medication to assist with the pain from the chemotherapy-induced neuropathy in favor of a less expensive medication designed to do the same thing that would have been more harmful to someone with the damage I have.  That left me with no other option to treat that pain.  The cannabis is more effective at controlling the pain of neuropathy according to many sufferers anyway, and does not have the risks of the pharmaceuticals.

I like cannabis because it prevents some of the recurring nightmares and memories of the horrors of my life.  I like cannabis because it can stop me from obsessing over a thought or memory until the point I become disconnected from the moment I am in.  I like cannabis because it allows me a chance to reset me mood when I find it heading in a downward direction.

Those are just some of the medical reasons I like cannabis.

But do you know what?  Those aren’t the only reason I like cannabis.

It also feels good to get high sometimes.

So?

Your chocolate, your coffee, your cigarettes, your alcohol, your prescriptions… all alter your mental state.  The altered mental state that comes as a pleasant side-effect of my medicine helps me to be happy.  It feels good.  It does not hurt me or anyone else, and it does not make me want to hurt anyone or do anything more than smile, laugh, eat, and have sexy times with my lovely fiance.  It is not only no worse for my health than most other substances, but there are numerous health benefits backed by real science the government chooses to ignore or even outright lie about.

When I lived in a state without legal cannabis, I considered attempting to obtain it outside the law.  I decided against it, because I was the one who chose to move to an area where it was prohibited.  There were many days I wanted it, but never did I feel like I would literally die if I didn’t have it.  The benzos and opioids don’t work that way.  While I lived there, I was in the ER more often than other places I had lived, and ended up having to take medication for headaches that was not as effective and had unbearable side effects.  After moving back to a state with state-level recreational cannabis, I no longer have to tax the healthcare system with visits so often.

I like cannabis.  I don’t like Jeff Sessions.  I don’t like anyone who has a problem with me doing something that helps me with living happier and more comfortably in this world with all the issues it has given me.

You don’t have to like cannabis.  I do.  I think it is good for many people, and being able to use it makes me happy.

Don’t we have the right to pursue our happiness when it doesn’t hurt anyone else?

The genie can’t be put back in the bottle on this one.  The people know the truth.  We are tired of being lied to and denied that which can help us to lead more happy lives.  We are tired of being steered toward ineffective and dangerous pills that end up creating more conditions requiring more pills.  (Linzess, anyone?)  We are tired of our government covering up the dangerous known properties of some substances that provide profit for those in power while hiding the benefits of others.

I like cannabis.  The FDA and DEA don’t.

The FDA says cannabis has no medicinal value, in direct contradiction of the vast majority of scientific evidence.  The FDA says that cannabis is dangerous.  Despite extensive research in other countries (Israel has extensive studies of cannabis, and use good science we should recognize), and even some evidence in the extremely limited and biased US studies, the FDA continues think cannabis is more dangerous than substances other people can profit off of.

But as we have seen from all of the food recalls, the FDA, as anything other than a political arm of the industries they are tasked with regulating, has no real value or credibility.  The Food and Drug Administration, can’t even protect our food supply.  They rely on voluntary industry practices, don’t have nearly enough inspectors to know what is going on, and ignore science when the findings might hurt the deep-pocketed companies they are supposed to regulate.  That is just the food portion.  In the drug portion, they are far worse, and their lack of oversight and political motivation directly contributed to the opioid epidemic we see today.  They allow biased industry studies to determine drug approval and as we have all seen, often allow unsafe drugs to be sold that they must later add a black box to or recall altogether.  (After the unnecessary deaths, of course.)  In short, the FDA is a fucking joke.  The DEA, says they have to enforce the law, and pass the buck back to the FDA.  The DEA are probably right about that, but who can even say anymore because they have so shot any credibility they could have had by brutally prosecuting a failed war on drugs that has done nothing but destroy lives?

I like cannabis.  I do not intend to stop using my medicine.  I also would like to pledge to vote for acquittal should I ever be placed on a jury for a cannabis charge.  I would like if you would consider joining me in that pledge.

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Delaying Posts

Hello dear reader(s)!

If you were looking for instructions on scheduling a post, I think you have come to the wrong place.  Either that or when you hit that “Publish” button and it asks if you want to publish it immediately or publish it later, you click the drop-down, choose a date and then enter the time you would like to publish it.

However, that is neither here nor there.  You see, this post isn’t about the delaying of publishing posts, it is about the delaying of writing said posts because the topic(s) are just too depressing to want to delve into and you would rather focus on the happiness in your personal life than attempt to solve the world’s problems by delving into the source of a large portion of those problems.  It is a particularly perplexing problem I posses, one I am positive I must presently purge.

In other words, don’t expect anything too heavy from me for a while.  I am aware shit is going on, and people must speak about said shit, but I’m fucking tired, man, and need a break.  Life in my tiny bubble is currently good, and I need to focus on that right now in order to keep what little sanity I still think would be good to have.

The most amazing woman is dozing on the couch right next to me at this moment.  I had a delicious dinner.  My fingers and toes hurt, but not so bad that I can’t deal with it.  It’s cold and dry here, but in this room, I am cozy.  Yes, I have been feeling a little sick off and on today.  Yes, I have many things I need to do tomorrow.  Yes, I had to go get a phlebotomy today.  Yes, I am tired from sleeping poorly last night.  Yes, there are a lot of things happening that will negatively affect me or already are.  But all the things that really matter to me are currently okay, and that’s more than I’ve been able to say for longer than I care to admit.

So I am delaying the heavy posts for a bit.  I’m going to be writing things that I like, not things I don’t.  Things like posts about the full moon ritual I performed last night that felt so magical and led to an instant epiphany. Or I could write about the benefits of cannabis to enhance the craft.  I could write more about sex!  I could write about food.  I could write about the people I see doing stuff I like, or that I think helps others or makes the world a tiny bit better, rather than my standard negative rants.

I’m done being negative.  Maybe this world is going to hell in a hand basket and we are all doomed for homelessness or nuclear annihilation, but I intend to go out hooping and hollering when that mushroom cloud goes up because I’m in my deluxe refrigerator box making love to my fiance should that scenario occur.

The world is pain.  So fuck the world, and do what you want.

I am going to write about shit I like now.  I hope that doesn’t bother anyone here.  If it does, you can kindly fuck right the fuck off because I like saying the word “fuck” a lot and I said that would be writing about shit I like now, fucking fuckers.

I set out to write this little post letting you know that I just wasn’t currently in the mood to write about heavy stuff, but honestly, I am not sure I will be in that mood again.

A while ago I would probably kick my own ass for saying this kind of thing, but I really don’t think my two cents on a lot of the heavier topics is needed or wanted anyway.  Sure, I may have helped some people see things in a different light or learn something from a post I compiled using other sources, but I really don’t think much would be missing without my voice.  Most of the heavy stuff is already being talked about, by people who are in a much better position to influence people.

Maybe my contribution to changing what I don’t like, is to simply amplify the alternatives that I do like.  Or maybe just to remind people that life doesn’t always suck, or certainly doesn’t have to suck as hard as we sometimes make it.

So when I say I am delaying those heavy posts, I should add the word “indefinitely” to the end.  I am not sure when or if I will ever think that something  heavy absolutely needs to have my voice added to the debate.  In the meantime, I am going to keep things positive.

So here is some good right now from this last week.

Never mind, it’s too dirty for this blog-type-thing.

Anyway, so there shall be some fictional stories, some reviews of stuff I like, some thoughts on good people and why they are good, and other stuff that may remind people there is more to life than all the shit we make it into.  Rather than focus on how bad and wrong things are, maybe I can find and share some examples or ideas on how to do it right.

That is my New Year’s gift to you!

Now what did you get me?  Was it cash?

Blah g Type Thing

‘Ello dear reader(s)!

Hi.  I am posting to keep posting, but today has gone by much faster than I had originally planned.  This day got away from me like Frank Lee Morris got away from Alcatraz.  It got away from me like the ball that was hit as Jhonny Peralta’s inside-the-park home run got away from Ryan Rayburn in a July, 2010 Tigers-Indians game.  It got away from me like the concept of a government of the people, by the people, and for the people got away from the American public.

So anyway, I was going to write a well-thought-out piece about how nobody knows what to believe anymore, why, and how that fact is destroying civilization, but instead, I am sitting here getting ready to go take some medicine for the fact that the colder night air is setting off my neuropathy before commencing with the evening family fun that does not involve sitting in front of a computer.

I intend to write my post tomorrow, however, I intend to do a lot of things that never get done.  I intended to be a multimillionaire by age 21.  I intended to win the Nobel Peace Prize.  I intended to solve all of the world’s problems.

So Imma gonna spenda little time a-readin’ some of y’all’s posts before I go have fun.  I wish you all a peaceful and happy whatever day it is when and where you read this.  May the force be with you, and also with you.  3580220.

Satan’s Chicken

Hello dear reader(s)!

I had just written my 990th word on a post about big changes coming for the next year, when I realized I don’t want to telegraph my intentions yet.  So I scrapped it, and now you get to read this fascinating post with a title that is not at all pertinent to any topic discussed for nearly the entire remainder of this post, its subsidiaries, and all affiliates.  Void where prohibited.

My post was well-written, and I was quite proud of it, but I feel as though it would ruin the fun for which I have in store only display model, regular price $99.99.

So now you are reading a post called Satan’s Chicken that doesn’t even really talk about Satan, nor his delicious chicken recipe of 666 herbs and spices.

So, what shall we talk about?

Let’s go over my favorite things to talk about, shall we?

Ready?

Okay!

How funky is your chicken, how loose is your goose?  How loose is your goose?  So come on all you followers and shake your caboose.  Shake your caboose.

Here are a few of my favorite topics, in no particular order.

  1. Sex  I’ve kinda beaten that one to death unless I get all explicit or confessional up on your asses, and no, those were not purposeful euphemisms.
  2. Cannabis  AKA Weed, AKA medicine, AKA, should be fucking legal already and is the only thing that even comes near touching my neuropathy.  Maybe another day.  I have made my opinions clear on that topic and feel no need to beat that one to death either.  Except right now I am strongly against laws that limit delivery to patients with a medical card which I could obtain if I felt like waiting forever for the medical card, and paying the fee up front, instead of in the form of higher taxes each time I buy recreationally for my medical condition.  Still, with the lower per-transaction prices and the higher limits, it might be something that I should look into – although my desire to leave within the next year makes me think it might not be worth it.  One bad thing about my medicine, is that even though I have replaced numerous prescriptions for this one, insurance doesn’t cover it so it can be a bit pricey.
  3. Politics  What politics?  There are no politics.  Only a sale of what we all have built to the world’s most powerful horders of wealth and resources.
  4. Music  Heard any good music lately?  I haven’t.   Nothing to talk about there either.
  5. Love  I’m in it.  Y’all knew that already.
  6. Blogging  I intend to more often because I need to get back into it.

Well, I am at a loss.  Another one of those moments where I have a ton to say, but think I might want to keep that quiet for just now.

So thank you for reading this post that is only really here to keep me posting.  I love you all.  Send love to pop-pop and his concubine.  Tell Timmy that Lassie just went to a nice farm where she can run and play all day long.  May your chicken be delicious, with the glory of our dark lord Satan in every bite.

*I don’t believe in Satan, which is why I have no problem eating his/her/its delicious chicken.  

 

2017

Hello dear reader(s)!

Well, what the fuck can I say?  This has been a year.

I have no idea what kind of year, other than a really fucking eventful one that somewhat resembles a rapid cycling bipolar demon on meth.

Anyway, I am having trouble deciding how I will remember this year.  On the one hand, I met my love, who I am certain I was literally destined to be with, and on the other…. our country fell to fascism.

My health has both improved and regressed.

I have become both more generous and selfish with who I am generous to.

Up and down, up and down, up and down.  It’s like we are all getting roughly fucked by this year to the point where at times, it hurts too much to enjoy it.

2017 has been about rediscovering me, what matters to me, and being me without apology.  In that rediscovery, I feel I have grown.

My lovely fiance, has been the driving force behind much of that growth.  She saw me, and loves me, and so she is helping me be much more me.  With her, I feel better about myself (with the exception of my health), than I ever have.  Her love of those aspects of me I was always a little ashamed of or feared judgment about have greatly improved my self-opinion.  I hope I have helped her grow as well, as I see and love all sides of her, hidden or not, light or dark.

The biggest thing that I have learned this year, is that I just don’t belong.  I belong with my fiance.  I belong with some family.   I belong with a chosen small group of friends.  I belong with the few like-minded people who have no taste for the fucked-up way our society works.  Trump’s election, while a catastrophe, did serve to cause me to stop trying to fit in with so many people in this goddamn backwards country and only bother trying to hold or maintain relationships with those who I consider my tribe.  Us weirdos, who are only weird because we don’t choose to so willingly conform to the expectations of a failing society.

I am getting better at brushing off the negativity of those who still believe that misogyny and racism make a geographic region great.   I am getting better at ignoring the notion that people are successful if they drive a certain car or make a certain figure at the job they work in order to support the family that they lose connection to while working too much to provide for that family.  I am getting better at rejecting the advice of people who never really seemed as happy as I have been, or who have no idea what I have been through, or have been actively responsible for the terrible life choices I have been presented with.

In 2017 I realize that anyone who has an issue with me, has never walked in my shoes.  And when I think of how fucked up they are, despite their advantages, their lack of catastrophic illness, and not having to face even one-tenth of what I have faced but still feeling like maybe I have my shit better together than they do in what actually matters to me, well, 2017 is the year that says I am glad they have issues with me, because I have issues anyone who thinks they have some clue how I should behave.

It occurs to me, that I never wanted the life that was taken from me anyway.  I never wanted that 40 hour a week office job that created nothing but profits for a behemoth conglomerate exploiting my labor so that I can stress myself to a heart attack while missing out on life.  I never wanted that plan that was predetermined for me.  Maybe I knew somehow, that it wouldn’t be possible anyway.  But more likely, I knew I was never cut out for a life resembling most people, because from an early age I knew most people were fucking miserable.

My biggest regret is ever being swayed away from myself in the first place.  I only ever wanted a creative life since I was young.  But my generation was pushed so damn hard into academic, paper-pushing jobs that were all downsized while we were in school anyway.  Now that I am disabled, somehow getting lucky from selling some creative work is the only chance I have to really generate any wealth that is available to me.  And given that people who work for other people haven’t really been able to generate their own wealth in decades without property gambling… it seems as though more creativity is  also the only chance for many others who aren’t physically unable to hold a “normal” job.  The problem is, if I had been able to devote more time and effort to creative pursuits than to the useless paper chase that was school, that long-shot chance of getting lucky selling something creative would be much less long.  I must admit, I am still deeply resentful that I was purposefully steered toward a life that could only bring mediocrity in the best of circumstances.

I shouldn’t have listened.  I never should have conformed to what others wanted from me.  I wish it didn’t take me so long to realize that.  2017 is not the year that I should have figured out that I can’t stand the thought of being anyone but me.  Oh well, better late than never.

I am excited for 2018.  I am ready to live next year with both middle fingers extended to those who try to tell me how to live it.

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Let’s Unplug

Hello dear reader(s)!

I am wondering right now if this will be one of my last posts.  It isn’t because I have a nasty stomach issue (was told it was an ulcer, but everyone is having these symptoms in my house, so no, we think it’s a virus), or that I am simply spending more time away from this computer.  Nope, the reason is because Net Neutrality is likely dead.

The repeal of the rules governing Net Neutrality isn’t a partisan issue.  It was former President Barack Obama who appointed the fucking piece of shit punchable cuntface to the FCC who is hell-bent on giving a giant gift to the telecom industry from where he came.  It was President Trump who then promoted that fucking douche-canoe to the Chair.  Republicans and Democrats both take a fuckton of money from the telecom industry that is lobbying heavily to repeal the rules that allow the FCC to enforce the principle.

Despite assurances from ISP’s such as Comcast that they will not throttle or block specific content, there is ample reason to suspect that will happen.  From previous instances of throttling and blocking by major ISP’s prior to the rules under Title II, to their omission of assurances that they will not break content into packages (similar to cable channels) to charge extra for certain content, there is a good reason for people to be very concerned.

Of course, the sky won’t fall after the vote on December 14.  That would create an outrage.  It would be a PR nightmare for Comcast, Verizon, etc…  The CEO’s of these companies are smart enough to protect their bottom line.  No, what you will see is a gradual erosion of what we have, just as has been done with our say in our republic.  It will be so gradual, that they are betting we will all accept it, just as we have accepted police not being held accountable, voter suppression, a Congress that ignores everyone but its richest donors, a narcissistic President who is a Russian puppet, attacks on the LGBT community, attacks on religious minorities, attacks on racial minorities, attacks on labor, attacks on the poor, attacks on the disabled, attacks on human decency, legislation of, by, and for the corporations, attacks on the free press, attacks on the very pillars of democracy within this republic, etc, etc…

I recently watched a movie that took place in Berlin just before the wall came down.  It brought back a lot of memories of that time, and all the people who basically fought in secret every single day for decades against a totalitarian regime.  All before the internet.  Thousands of people took to the streets in civil unrest for weeks before the government announced on November 9, 1989 that all East Germans could visit the west.  The wall had fallen.  The people took to the streets and made it happen in defiance of the Stasi, all without a free press, let alone Facebook invites to the protests.

When the “Justice” Department demands information on anyone who liked a Facebook page that promoted a protest of Fuhrer Trump’s inauguration in an attempt to charge them with crimes, the government labels dissenters as “terrorists” then tracks their internet communications, and likely has the ability to see anything you do at any time on the web, perhaps it isn’t the best tool to use for resisting anyway.

In fact, maybe, just maybe, if people got off the fucking internet, they might actually be aware of what is happening.  Maybe if those aware of the issues had no internet, perhaps they would be motivated to do something meaningful instead of thinking they are making a difference by commenting their opinion online.  (He says via his online blog-type-thing.)

Look, I am aware that I am not walking the walk.  I am not exactly some combat ready leader about to overthrow our corporatocracy.  I type this shit while sick, on a couch, online.

I may not be the person for the job, but somebody needs to defend our rights.  Our military sure as hell doesn’t, they’re too busy in endless wars-for-profit in service of Exxon-Mobile and Goldman-Sachs.  Patriotism is reduced to flag waving and slavery-endorsing anthem singing.  Nobody is actually fighting for freedom anymore.  Maybe the loss of the free flow of information on the internet will what people finally feel strongly enough about that they decide to fight for it.  Maybe having to pay for porn and memes will finally be the spark this tinder box needs.  Who knows?  One can only hope.

We can try all we want to stop the repeal of Net Neutrality, but I think it is only a matter of time.  Instead of paying the ISP’s extra fees and wondering why that politically controversial video keeps buffering, we can unplug and participate in the revolution, or at the very least, we can unplug and spend more time with our loved ones before the end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The REAL Men

Hello dear reader(s)!

I am not a REAL man!  The comments section on the intertubes certainly seem to think so, anyway.  I think every dumb fucking redneck in the country has told me that since Hollywood has been blowing up about sexual assault and harassment, although it has been going on really ever since I first suggested people are their own business.  It is because I believe women are treated like fucking shit in our society and it’s not even right, or natural given their importance to humanity.  I guess being against sexual assault and pedophilia is also a bad thing, according to these REAL men.  And apparently, being sex-positive, for equality, and for body autonomy is an automatic revocation of my REAL man card.  (Because only men decide what REAL men are, and if those REAL men are lucky, they get cards.  It’s like Valentine’s Day in elementary school, but for misogynists.)

I know I am not totally above the fray.  I am certain that in my early teen years I went along with the lewd comments about the girls who were my friends.  I probably said a few things to fit in, too.  Every boy did.  And I know for a fact that the word “fag” was a regular part of my vocabulary before I even knew what it was supposed to mean.  It’s what was expected.  That belief that anything but the patriarchal view of masculinity is wrong happens to be everywhere, and is being promoted.  I’ve never whipped out my cock to masturbate in front of the girls I liked, I’ve never grabbed them by their pussy, or any other body part, I’ve never assaulted them, but did I make some feel uncomfortable?  I’ve never hit a kid for being gay, or even openly purposely made fun of anyone who my peers suspected, but did I ever help make them feel unaccepted?  I’ve never been called out for that, but that means nothing, given how normal this behavior is within our society.

I would say that it is pretty likely that I have offended someone before with a little too many “jokes”, or a little too much “flirting”.  If any woman from my past is reading this, and I made you feel uncomfortable, I cannot express how sorry I am.  I would say that is pretty likely I have offended people with a non-textbook definition of patriarchal gender roles and orientations when calling someone a “fag” for something completely unrelated to my perception of their or any bystanders’ heteronormativity.  For that, I also offer my sincerest apologies.

However, unlike the REAL men, I grew the fuck up.  I learned it was wrong, and adjusted my attitude to understand that we are not entitled to anyone’s bodies, attention, time, or anything else they choose not to give us.  It didn’t take me until a media storm to realize it, or decades into adulthood when I should have fucking known better.

I’m not a REAL man because I accept the truth.  It is a simple truth, but because of our fucked-up society, it is actually quite controversial.  That truth is, “People don’t fucking belong to you.

Anyway, because I say this, I guess I am not a REAL man.  Apparently, I am a libtard, sissy, beta, cuck.  In fact, this has become a common “insult” string from the alt-right (Nazis) to any man who doesn’t believe that hyper-“masculine” white males are superior to anyone else.

Hmmm, okay, let’s break this “insult” down.

Libtard.  This is a combination of the word “liberal” (fuck you, I’m a Democratic Socialist, thank you), and “retarded”.  By retarded, I can only assume they mean the pejorative for someone who is less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for ones age.  It is important to note the people who use this word likely had to look up “pejorative” to even understand what I just said.

Sissy.  Well, I seriously doubt they mean a little sister (which I am not), so I am guessing they mean a weak and effeminate man, or someone into that particular kink.  So, to the first, yes, I am weak.  Surviving something that would make you put a bullet through your head can do that to someone.  Effeminate?  Well, I think most traits are human traits, so I am not even really sure that what means.  I would say based on the incorrect and arbitrary assignment of those traits to prospective genders and the constant reinforcement of those assignments in all of our culture, I likely still end up with more traditionally “masculine” traits than the falsely named “feminine” ones.  Or perhaps they mean transvestite or transexual, which I am not, to either.  However, I fail to see the insult there.  So what if someone is, or is not any one or all of those things?

Beta.  Oh don’t even get me started on this one.  I’ll just let Adam Conover help me out on this one.

Cuck.  Of course.  It’s like the Nazi insult du jour.  This word comes from the fetish of cuckolding, which for those who pretend to have never heard about it, (search tracking proves you’re probably lying), is basically a fetish wherein a man chooses to remain faithful to his significant other as he accepts her having sex outside the relationship, or encourages it.  There are various degrees of this fetish, and variations to include all partnered sexes and orientations, but it boils down to consensual activity between adults.  The fact that these people who use that as an insult typically support Presidential candidates that brag about sexual assault, or Senatorial candidates that are alleged pedophiles, should speak volumes.  Bottom line, I do not find this word to be insulting.  Just because I hope to be my love’s everything, doesn’t mean I disrespect those who would rather their significant other has more than they can offer.

So even though I fit none of the “insults” above, the fact of the matter is that I do not think any of those things are something insulting anyway.  (Except maybe the “libtard”, because liberals abandoned labor in favor of corporate cash, and I don’t think anyone should made fun due to developmental differences.)  The point is, if these REAL men think that anyone who fits how they use these words should be insulted, it also means that a REAL man must be a misogynist, homophobic, puritanical douche-canoe.

If being a REAL man means that I need to think that women are required to give us anything they do not wish to do so freely, or that anything we have mislabeled as feminine is to be derided, or that sexual activities between consenting adults are any of our business, then those REAL men can take their little man cards and send them to the people who are worried that they may be be forced into the unisex bathrooms in the FEMA camps during Operation Jade Helm with only their precious man cards to save them from the possibility of having to pee next to a transexual made in a liberal conspiracy to end all males using chemtrails.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go to a DNC donor meeting in my pink, frilly dress.  I’ll just stand there really passively while a fictional alpha man fucks my significant other with his AR-15.  Then I’m running right home to cash my check from George Soros!

I would feel much less ashamed about any of that than I would for thinking that those who don’t fit some bullshit version of masculinity is inferior.  Long story slightly less long, I would rather be a liberal, sissy, beta, cuck, than a racist, misogynist, transphobic, homophobic, white-trash, ignorant, Trump supporting asshole, any day of the week.  Especially on Sundays, because Jesus.