Shit’s on fire, yo. We’re now inescapably deep in the Biff Tannen timeline, and the Electoral College petitioners have no DeLorean. They will not change history back. The infection has already hit the bloodstream, as news outlets shift to discussing whether Jews are people and whether internment camps and concentration camps are the same thing, for our upcoming Muslim roundup. Naturally.
And that crusty orange degenerate hasn’t even taken office yet.
On Facebook, we’re sharing an avalanche of news stories about fake news stories circulating on Facebook, eliminating all viewpoints beside our own as we hone our echo chamber to a fine fury. Maybe we think faux awareness will make some kind of cognitive difference, to counter the sense of terrible helplessness taking hold for a great many of us, knowing full well that we’re completely fucked in a red Congress and a White House staffed by cartoonishly vile cretins. If you’re not righteously concerned by the fact that “Hail Trump” is being chanted with straight-arm salutes inside a federal building, you’ve earned a cocked eyebrow in all sane company.
Meanwhile, the sound of mind about to sit across the Thanksgiving table from the other side of the spectrum, who believe anyone anti-Trump is brainwashed and suckered by the Hillary shills, crybaby liberals who are finally getting what’s coming after forcing America to accept the 30-gendered infantalization of society. When those tax cuts, jobs and white immunity come back to deliver the greatness mandated on those red hats, you’ll see. You’ll see.
America as it stands today has enough ongoing horrors to atone for, well before the arrival of King Oompa Loomp. We’re way beyond kneeling for the fucking national anthem, now. Dedicated involvement is a mandate of the soul.
And we’ve lost so many people. Bowie. Prince. Leonard. Phife. It doesn’t end.
As most of us will find in the family wars of secondhand talking points this Thanksgiving, meaningful conversations are as hard to come by as a sense of dignity when you say “America” these days. Rather than gear up with facts and figures to be ignored as the stuffing is passed, I made a little mixtape. Have a great holiday, and for the lucky ones, enjoy the pumpkin cheesecake.
This mix was inspired in part by Skwerl’s fire mix. It’s called Bad News, Hombres.