Welcome to what very well may be the end of the world.
There was a murder committed on November 5th, 2024. The victim's name...was Democracy.
I have been quiet for a very long time, and in that time, I've changed a lot. I am not the person I was, certainly not the one that most of you were familiar with. And with that change has come growth. A lot of it. I had hoped the same for many of you, but the events of the fifth of November proved that I was wrong. "Wherever you go, there you are," I suppose. Except, while some of you are partying like your trivial team won a non important trophy, many, many of us are in mourning. And not just that, we know that people who were once our family and our friends have collectively painted targets on our backs.
This letter is for those of you who are holding the paintbrush.
I was in a state of shock when the results of the election were called, early on the mourning of November 6th. I didn't--and still don't--understand how so many could perpetrate an act of such cruelty. An act that no truly civilized, educated person would perpetrate. I am ashamed to call myself American (and disappointed in you all.) I am too poor to expatriate. And I shouldn't feel the need due to a poor decision based on ignorance, yet here we are. And not only did a felon (and rapist) win, but y'all are being piss poor winners with zero sportsmanship about it, too.
To you who once called me friend or family, yet still voted for that ancient, bloated, doddering orange (troglodyte of a) Sith puppet, you've sent a very clear message: my life is forfeit. My partner's life is, too. You do not deserve to be my friend, and you're sure as hell not my family. Unfollow me. Because, if you don't like this, you don't want to hear anything else I have to say.
I hope you all get EXACTLY what you deserve (from this administration, and) from Project 2025. I will be doing my best to protect those I love. Fuck everyone else.
Seriously, fuck you.
