The Debacle That Is the 2016 Election

Are you a Democrat?  The leaders of your party think most of you are stupid!!  Are you a Republican?  The leaders of your party think most of YOU are stupid!  Independent?  Green Party?  Communist Party?  Tea Party?  Coffee Party?  Log Cabin Party?  (Fill in the blank) Party?  Ditto!  Ditto!  Ditto!  Ditto!  Ditto!  All of Congress thinks most of you are stupid.  And you know what?  THEY’RE RIGHT!

And do you know why they’re right?  Because this is what most of you  do – constantly.  You’re on Facebook.  You see a post meander its way through your feed.  You agree with it.  Yup, fits right into your World View!  Ha!  Vindication!  Justification!  Has to be true, right?  You pass it along without a second thought.

The problem is:  what you’ve just passed along so self-righteously was a bald-faced lie.  Anyone who does a modicum of fact checking knows it’s a bald-faced lie, I don't care what side you're on.  You’re as virulent a liar as you claim the other side is.  You are no better than the people whose views you don’t share and therefore despise.  You are no better than the people you're so "offended" by.  You are no better than the people you sneer at and call (depending on which side you’re on):  “Libtards” or “Republi-pukes”.  Read that again:  you are no better than the people you despise.  You like to think you are, but you’re not.  You are every bit as disgusting as they are.  Maybe even worse, because you’re also a hypocritical slug with a cavern where your brain stem was supposed to be.  You are nothing.  You are less than nothing.

Of course it was bull.  The leaders of your party knew you’d fall all over yourself like a gullible idiot, passing this false story around to everyone you knew, and everyone you hated, because they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were stupid!  “See?  I was right and you were wrong  Nyah!  Nyah!”  They counted on it!  Do you enjoy knowing that so many people actually count on your appalling stupidity?  Are you PROUD of that?  Anybody with a working brain wouldn’t be.

Critical thinking used to be valued in this country.  Hell, I remember high school history classes where we were taught how to vet sources.  Is it a legitimate source?  Did this source have an agenda that might twist his or her interpretation of something, even if you agreed with it?  The moment you read something that is so astonishing you’re flabbergasted ... why isn’t your first reaction to say, “Wait.  Is this actually true?” 

And yet ... with very few exceptions, no one does.  You all click “share”, “share, “share”, “share” without a moment’s thought.  With a sick, twisted smirk on your smug face, you perpetuate lies so ugly, you might as well work for the other side – you’re always claiming THEY’RE liars, right?  Look in the mirror, people  You are no different than the people you despise.  Live with it.  Swallow that truth down with your morning coffee.  Republicans, you are no better than “libtards”.  Democrats, you’re no better than “Republi-pukes”.  Ditto to the rest of the fools who do the exact same thing.

For the record:  I am so sick of this pitiful excuse for an election I could throw up.

Wow.  And here I thought no one read this thing.

Apparently, they did.  My one big mistake in life (apparently) was posting something about a singer I had a crush on, back in my pre-teen years.  Who knew he had a sick, mentally deranged stalker, who took such vile exception to my post to the point where I was stalked, right along with him?  Death threats, the whole nine yards.  Having now deleted all of that – and having turned her in gleefully to the proper authorities – I’m back.  If you thought my respect for women in general was disturbingly low, you would have given my “respect” level more credit than it deserved.

“Oh, don’t hate women because of HER ...” someone out there is cooing.  “She’s obviously mentally ill!”  Well, *duh*! - thank you, Captain Obvious in a skanky Victoria’s Secret  bra.  I figured that out pretty quickly ... which didn’t make it any easier to combat.

She changes nothing.  Another example:

To the Women at Planet Fitness:

SHUT UP!!!!  GET HELP!!!  GET EXORCISED!!!!

Picture it:  Planet Fitness.  Morning.  Filled with people trying their damndest to count their own repetitions, listen to their own music, whatever.  Instead, every single last one of us is subjected to a loud, shrill inane conversation between two women that was actually somehow louder than the sound turned up to full volume on people’s headsets and earbuds.

And no matter how many people turned around and glared at them, the two biddies just kept on babbling inanities at the top of their lungs as they plodded along slowly on the treadmill, barely expending enough calories to, oh say, keep a birthday candle going for 2/100ths of a second.

Inanities.  How much produce cost at Hannaford’s as opposed to Market Basket.  Their grandchildren’s brilliance at running headlong into trees.  Their own mindlessly boring plans for the day, for the week, for the year.  Inanities.  Mindless, boring idiocy, which is the only manner of mind-numbing conversation most women can dredge up out of the depths of themselves.

SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!