My New Year’s 2025 Resolution: remember who is in charge.
Pee tapes? Poo tapes? Petting zoo tapes? Who knows what Russia has on the USA’s rich white men.
It’s late 2024. Here’s where we are:
• Donald John Trump is the President of the United States of America.
• Elon Apartheid Musk is the Chief Executive Officer of the United States of America.
• And a Russian — an ex-KGB pro who stands almost a foot shorter than these two men who like to brag about their tall statures — is the Chairman of the Board of the United States of America.
Yes, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin is the USA’s Chairman of the Board.
I had to bring up the height differential due to the fact that the USA fixates on both Bonespurs’ and Phony Stark’s tallness as part of their power. The same school of thought also views these two fella’s ability to procreate with multiple women as evidence of their genetic superiority. GOP Family Values is a sight to behold.
It is easy to see where this is coming from: my country’s RWT lost their minds after America elected Barack Hussein Obama President of the United States.
Once the period of panic subsided, RWT got it together and the red, white, and blue Master Race patriarchy narrative started to form. This type of mumbo-jumbo appeals to authoritarians who believe in trickle-down economics, even though they live paycheck-to-paycheck. The 1950s’ USA as portrayed in the Make America Great Again selling story has been weaponized against Fox News viewership, their children as well. A vision where every person knows their place, Trump voters got sold a power trip — a fantasy that led them to vote against their own interests. They didn’t vote for cheaper eggs. They voted for white supremacy, Social Security and Medicare be damned.
Thanks to the money they plopped down, billionaires won the White House, Senate, and House. Billionaires also own the Supreme Court.
If it weren’t for the fact that Vlad owns the billionaires, GODDAMN this all would seem so much more sinister and ominous than it really is. I’m stressed as anything, don’t get me wrong. At the same time, though, I don’t believe traditional or Right-wing media when they say that Elon is in charge of it all. When I look at journalistic coverage, I think, How would this event here benefit Putin? Call it a filter for b.s.
The Chairman of the USA’s own beloved motherland is falling apart because Ukrainians keep fighting the good fight while Russia’s economy tanks. And one of the Chairman’s other business interests, a country called Syria, fell to rebel forces. So, to make up the difference, the Chairman is going to exploit his American employees named Don and Elon, as well as others like Tuckums and Mitch.
Vlad has tapes, folks. Tapes that prove our caucasian moneyed-folk are some sick fucks. The vile salaciousness has been documented and is currently being used against them. Against them…and all of us, too.
It sucks that Vlad is in charge. But I didn’t vote for him to be in charge and I also did not vote to play along with this bullshit, sad lie.
So my New Year’s resolution is to tell the truth instead.
One way to not obey in advance is to tell the truth. And the truth is: the red, white, and blue Master Race is owned. Project 2025. The CEOs who are mad at the masses for giving Luigi Mangione a bit of credit for what he did. Fintech-bro-Nazis. Owned. If not directly, their ties bind them.
I am going to close this post out by sending out two things: a wish that you have a happy White Anglo-Saxon Winter Privilege Day, and also, a reminder: these compromised bros are some sick fucks.
Also posted on my site. Earlier posts:
• The New Einsatzgruppen wants to talk fatherhood. Oh, boy!
• The Petting Zoo Bourgeoisie went to the polls.
• Discover how miserable America’s top earners are. Self-publish.
• The 2010s: billionaires bitched, their racist bitches died off early.
• America will so rock at this fascism thing. Trust me: I released four books during the 2010s.
• A hypothetical experiment. Two white guys who overuse the word “successful” are its test subjects.
• Open letter to a selfie of my drunk-ass self, taken on August 11th, 2001.
I write fiction and have two dark comedies available, Fearkiller (Volume 1) and Notes from Trillionaire Island: Fearkiller (Volume 2), as well as Revolutionizer Alpha, the first book in a sci-fi series. I also wrote a story about God. It was weird, but then I decided to make the story and its sequel free. And all of the sudden, it didn’t seem as weird. Writing about God is much less weird when you write about God without charging money for it.
Here’s my professional site, my trade.
