Somehow, the very worst fuckopotami (plural of fuckopotamus) have gotten the wholly errant message that the people they have horrified for four years are now hoping for a group hug.
Speaking only for myself: fuck the absolute entirety of that.
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We didn’t want to win the White House, Senate, and House because this is a playground game of kickball where you win or lose and then just play again.
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We wanted to wrest control of our executive and legislative branches because we viscerally loathe the soulless, sociopathic things you do and excuse.
We detest your shameless lack of character. We revile your greed, racism and dishonesty.
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We spend each and every day raising our children to value empathy and compassion and acceptance.
We grieve for the pain of people we will never meet - people we share nothing in common with - solely because we can imagine ourselves in their place of suffering.
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We don’t want unity with you.
We want to absolutely obliterate the existence of the moral scourge brought to light by Donald J. Trump and every single one of his disgusting, classless, shitbag enablers.
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He stripped away the layers of pretense that you were ever anything better.
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So, no, we absolutely DO NOT want unity and reconciliation with you.
We want you to be dragged out into the sharpest light of day; stripped of your deceit; denuded for all the world to see; and banished to the wilderness as examples of a societal so wrong it begets eviction.
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Fuck your unity.
And fuck you.
There will be no reconciliation with people so absent character, integrity or decency that they aided and abetted in this country’s most vile and repugnant modern chapter - a time when the country slid dangerously close to losing its very soul.
Over 80 million people rose together as one toward a singular goal: moving this country toward its betterment.
We have been joined in the work towards better by a shared disgust, a shared horror, a shared grief.
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We seek no breaking of bread with those who would have starved the poor and poisoned the community well were it not for a loss at the polls.
Whoever has so misled you, Mitch, et al, as to make you believe we seek mutual comfort in our shared company, let me disabuse you.
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Restorative justice begins with acknowledging harms and owning the responsibility to heal.
We make no peace with offenders turned friendly only by circumstance sans change.
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Fuck your unity.
Fuck your fake outrage over that statement.
Fuck your fake interest in reconciliation.
Fuck your demands that we put down our demands for accountability.
A nation has spoken. A cancer has been defeated. And now we excise the tumors who drove its spread.
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One of the saddest aftermaths of that Bean Dad asshole’s bullshit yesterday and my vomitus overshare afterwards:
The sheer volume of people raised by toxic parents who said they never had kids because they worried they couldn’t raise a child well.
Abuse has a long tail.
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If that is you and you are still at a stage of *deciding* whether or not to someday have kids, just know that you can indeed be a good and loving parent.
You inherited nothing. Toxicity isn’t written into your DNA.
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Parenting is ‘will’ more than ‘skill’.
If you have the will, you will find (or can learn) the skill.
I think being a product of some dysfunction can be, ironically, a strong foundation for becoming a loving parent.
I’ve had a couple Guinness so I am just the right level of disinhibited to lay out why I am white-hot with incandescent aggrievement about that dumb Bean Dad mother****** and the people defending him.
Buckle up. Turbulence may occur in flight.
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If nothing else, this will allow people to understand me better. Some will like me more; some will like me less. I do not remotely care which camp people fall into.
I had a fucked up childhood. It was an insidious kind of fucked up. Not physically abusive in a way that “counts”.
I spent weekends hostage to a depressed, alcoholic father in a small New York City apartment.
In summer, if the apartment windows were open when I came back from the schoolyard across the street and I could hear music playing too loud, it was going to be a long night.
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