Have A Nice, Cuntlovin' Day.

What Happens To People Living In A Society Where Everyone In Power Is Lying, Stealing, Cheating And Killing, And In Our Hearts We All Know This, But The Consequences Of Facing All These Lies Are So Monstrous, We Keep On Hoping That Maybe The Corporate Government Administration And Media Are On The Level With Us This Time. Americans Remind Me Of Survivors Of Domestic Abuse. This Is Always The Hope That This Is The Very, Very, Very Last Time One's Ribs Get Re-broken Again.

We Tend To Hold That Popping Medicine In Our Mouths And Swallowing Is The Extent Of Our Involvement In The Healing Process. We Believe That If We Get Better, It's Because The Medicine Worked Magic, Not The Person.

As Ever, The Original Inhabitants Of Turtle Island Are Entirely Overlooked. Mysteriously, The Only Time Indigenous People Are Guaranteed A Mainstream Amerikkan Mention Is On Thanksgiving. Again, To Contextualize, This Would Be Be Kinda Like Someone Busting Into Your House And Robbing You Blind, Then Sending You Postcards Once A Year To Remind You How Much They Are Enjoying All Of Your Stuff, And Getting Annoyed With You If You Don't Respond With Appreciation For Their Thoughtfulness.

Women Of Color Have No Call To Trust White Women Until White Women Take A Gander At The World Around Them, Investigate, Learn And Annihilate Ignorance Founded In Being White In A Society Where The Perspective And Voice Presented To The General Public Is White.

Abuse Is The Means In Which Violence Retards Love.