Seriously, I absolutely HATE with the fire of a thousand suns moments like this when I feel a helpless terror at just how asleep a ton of people are as the flames rise.
There is no task on Twitter more thankless than telling people who hate fighting that they need to fight.
I haven’t felt this much “Yelling at the screen during a horror movie” anxiety since 2015 when people weren’t hearing how much of danger Trump’s narcissism posed.
Folks, we have one year left to stave off the death of our democracy.
We are getting filibustered into our graves.
Seriously, people need to understand that end point.
We are nine months into Biden’s term. No one has been held accountable. No one. Not Bannon. Not a low-level coffee boy. No one.
The clock is counting down.
Things go really bad when you don’t put down a putsch for good.
Believe me… belieeeeve me… I would rather be talking about ANYTHING else.
All this does is compound my anxiety with annoyance after largely safe and secure dipshits fill up my mentions with dumb comments because I upset their tender feelings with scary realities.
Attention.
I still can’t believe that stupid asshole said my growing existential terror about escalating danger is actually just wanting attention.
JFC, this site attracts idiots.
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This entirely summarizes my relationship with Twitter lately:
A while ago, I posted about getting my car back and thanked some very kind people who, unprompted, put some money in my tip jar which helped offset some of the bill. I was appreciative and wanted them to know…
1/
Some woman replied, all pissed off and offended, that I “took donations” when her husband used to “lie in gravel” to repair her kids’ cars.
So, let’s just pull this one apart a bit.
The lady was mad that people wanted to help me pay for something *she* got for free.
2/
And this was a person who followed me.
I’ve been on Twitter since 2016. I’ve written the equivalent of nine novels in that time.
That content might be valueless to the vast majority of people. However, if they follow me, apparently they find some value in it.
3/
A mere $1,390 later, my beloved Honda has shiny new rotors, calipers, brake pads, and brake lines.
When your kids are the passengers, don’t eff with their safety.
Thanks to the very kind folks who threw a few beans in my can. Truly thankful. I appreciate you.
And allow me to just rave about this garage a bit…
Car was supposed to be done by end of day. Around noon, owner calls me. Brake lines aren’t fitting quite right. Doesn’t feel comfortable giving me the car back with them. Wants to pull them and get replacements. Might be tmrw.
Apologizes profusely. Called as early as he could in case I need to make other plans.
Calls two hours later. Got OEM replacements. Will be done by EOD. Will leave it for pickup after hours.
Did more work. Upgraded the parts. Finished on time. Charges me $200 under estimate.