Imaboringtwat - Idk What To Put Here

What the actual fuck is going on in America?

Now, it is very illegal to say "I think JD Vance killed the Pope," super illegal. Can't say it. Now it's okay for me to say it just now, because that was just me telling you it it is illegal to say "I think JD Vance killed the Pope." I'm not actually saying it, I'm just telling you it's illegal to say it. It's a public service

man. shoplifting in the 70s must have been so easy. no cameras in sight only living in the moment

It's as if, after seeing the horrors of Trump's Conservative government in America, all of Canada exclaimed in a collective breath —

"Oh, hell no! Not here!"

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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Fucking disgrace.

I don't have the guts to put EVERYTHING i wrote here, but here is something I think was quite poetic.

I feel guilty that I am not just a mould, a print to shape and transfix into every area possible so that I can infinitise my gratitude for other's existences yet take the same familarly comfortable shape of a human so that my sole priority is other's pure pleasure and comfort and overall wellbeing.

and

I feel like I am performing a sob-story to a wrongly-empathetic audience and that any minute now they will all be struck with horror to find that their beloved comfort light-amongst-the-dark, brave-through-everything character is actually a monster and I have monstrosised the silent hero in the story. Worse still, it brings more guilt to me that I know this turning point/ cliffhanger will never come.