#fuck drumf

[mittensmorgul]

we truly do live in thee stupidest timeline

[cerati-oficial]

we are a couple of weeks away of John Oliver doing an exposé on deSantis where his final joke would be MAKE RONALD DION AGAIN, and inadvertently giving him the republican nomination and a pretty good shot at the election 🤦

I hope ever since "please call them daesh" or "drumf lmao", journalist have understood that treating your political opponents as clowns only works if they hold themselves to the same moral standards as you, and this technique in fact doesn't work for this with fash inclinations

[blowmycandle]

So apparently Twitter said the reason they haven’t banned Nazis is because the algorithm they use to flag and ban AltRight and NeoNazis also flags and would ban several republican politicians. So twitter hasn’t banned white supremacy to protect them.

[absurdist-void]

why are the people the call trump a cheeto and talk about him every day just as classist as their right-wing friends

[fratboykate]

Let’s be real- we ended up with cheeto in chief partially due to Bernie. If he had withdrawn sooner in 2016 and not fed into the “write him in on the ballot” narrative we might not have landed in the shit soup. OWM need to just stop.

I 100% blame Bernie and Jill for Trump winning. Without a doubt. The decisive states Hillary lost she lost by a difference of votes that would’ve been covered by the wasted Bernie/Jill votes. We are here because his ego mattered more to him back then and it still matters more to him now.

Honestly, you just reminded me how much I hated him and his cult in 2016 too and it’s just compounding with how much I still hate him. God, just go the fuck away. You’re not even a fucking Democrat. Leave.

[georgiesike]

The glow up from 'I always dreamed about what it would be like to maybe win one of these someday' to 'five times the amount it would need to warrant a response from the white house' while casually accepting video of the year is frankly AUDACIOUS.

[thetwominuteshate-blog]

Hello, cruel world.

I am exhausted with living on this earth.

I could throw literary quotes at you. I could tell you that society at large has become what the dystopian science fiction authors of yesteryear predicted it would. I could start this blog with a call to arms, urging you to riot in the streets and tear down the prison we've built for ourselves.

But the truth is I'm just tired. I'm tired of constantly living in fear. I'm tired of feeling no connection with the world around me. I'm tired of seeing so much suffering that spans continents, in "the greatest nation in the world", while criminals look down on us with derision from their ivory towers. I am tired of feeling as though, no matter what I do, my decisions are of no consequence. I'm tired of the world slowly eroding me until there is nothing good left in me. I'm tired of feeling alone, and I am so, so tired of seeing the world as it could be--as it SHOULD be--and always coming up so short I can't even see the finish line.

I've been rejecting the reality I've found myself in for far too long, escaping into worlds of my own making or the worlds others have created for the sake of escaping my own despair. But it doesn't have to be this way. I still reject this reality, the efficient brutality of a race that has been born into an environment so unforgiving that we fail to put our own violent natures behind us. I reject the notion that the world cannot improve. I have had enough.

Those of you who have read George Orwell's 1984 might remember the Two Minutes Hate. For those of you who haven't or have forgotten, the Two Minutes' Hate is a daily ritual put in place by a maddeningly restrictive government with the intention of directing the fear and anger of common individuals living in such a repressive society by placing them in front of a television screen that projects images of whomever the Party deems is an enemy. The Other. When I first read it, this excerpt in particular stood out to me:

"The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp."

These days, most of what I see in the media is the Two Minutes Hate. Talking heads on two dimensional screens telling us who we should hate. Vicious propaganda that those who lack the will to fight the ones keeping them locked in misery buy into wholeheartedly. Instead of directing their rage at the ones responsible, people punch down, ostracizing people less fortunate than them.

But this isn't the reason why I chose to name this blog after the Two Minutes Hate. Because hate is a funny thing--when we don't let it eat away at us, it gives us the strength to fight without abandon. It causes us to reduce things to rubble and burn the remains so there is no trace of its existence. It can be a powerful tool. But it is fire, and most of us, if not all, aren't well enough equipped with the knowledge to know which things are worth burning.

I've been filled with hate nearly for as long as I can remember. Full disclosure: I'm a 27-year-old white, bisexual cis male. For most of my life I lived in a small town and have largely kept myself in seclusion due to bullying throughout my childhood into my teen years. I only recently became aware of the deepening aspects of my sexuality, but over the years I've faced baseless accusations of homosexuality to the point that a cowardly bully had his friend fight me. As a result, I faced suspension. My school district, like most, put on a public face that disavowed bullying, but enabled it when it occurred. The culture I was surrounded by swam in toxic masculinity, boys that pretended to be men through the ownership of trucks flying the Confederate flag and other meaningless, superficial displays of their own insecurities. My "community", which is so very important to conservative culture, treated me like a stubborn weed long before I could even grasp cruelty. I felt suffocated, unable to flourish because there was always someone watching my every move. As a result, I've come to loathe authority in all its forms.

That's just backstory, though. Over the years I've come to realize that my circumstances were relatively fortunate. I'm privileged; people have been murdered over the merest suspicion that they might be gay. There are people who face severe bullying on a near-daily basis, and that's in this country alone. The atrocities committed in our world's history dwarf mine to a subatomic level. I've had friends who have been raped, faced child and domestic abuse, and even now are in circumstances far more dire than my own. It's no longer for my own sake that I hate, it's for those who are beaten down and cannot fight back, whether on an individual or cultural basis.

I'm not here to play white, straight(ish) savior. In fact, I wouldn't even consider myself to be an ordinary person. I am on the verge of mental instability--for years I've felt the effects of severe depression, which is finally in check. For a time I was so suicidal that I abused substances on a daily basis because the only calming thoughts I had in sobriety were of my own death. I have a deep desire to hurt and destroy, to get back at the world that I feel cut me open and left me to bleed out. I'm a sadist and a masochist in the BDSM scene. I have twisted fantasies that run so deeply to my core and no outlet for them outside of the scene. I want to make others suffer for the injustices they inflict upon those who are undeserving of pain. Because whoever came up with the idiom, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" should have been tortured without cause, broken by suffering that held no ultimate meaning. Then he'd have a greater grasp on the state of the reality as it is.

Hate is addictive. Orwell was right; it spreads like a wildfire, and it's impossible not to be caught in the blaze yourself unless you sequester yourself with comfort and ignorance. And turning a blind eye to the problems others face, whether it's next door or on the other side of the globe, is possibly worse. Until now, I've feared the repercussions of acting against authority, the odds of my successful retribution stacked heavily against me. Even now, I fear the things I will express will draw fire from all sides, so I'm shielding myself through an anonymity browser in order to ward off potential enemies, whether they are a collective agency like the NSA or some alt-right IT cunt with internet access. Those of us in the United States have been officially granted a right to free speech, but we live in an era in which seizing that right can go so far as to get you killed, especially if you call for progress and your voice is heard by millions.

But my end goal is not society's complete collapse. There are pieces of this world worth preserving. I may only be useful for tearing things down, but someday I hope someone will build them back up into something better that works for all people. I long to help individuals understand that all people are just that--people. Not secondary or tertiary characters in your life, good-or-evil projections onto a screen for you to scream at. It's this mentality that causes entire populations to suffer, and I know my work will never be done until the most marginalized find a place in society.

But this is not a call to empathy. Part of recognizing each other's humanity is holding each other accountable for their actions. I believe no person can be perfectly good--we all do terrible things, myself thoroughly included--but there are those of us who are so mindlessly destructive in their actions that I honestly believe the world would be better off without them. This quality of malignance does not discriminate between race, gender, or age. We are among self-made monsters on a daily basis, and they deserve as much sympathy as they dole out.

Words without action are meaningless. I don't intend to sit here and tell y'all to start a French-style bloodletting while I sit comfortably in a downtown loft. This is a time for action. This is a time for violence. This is a time to stand up against the birth of fascism in the so-called "Land of the Free". This is a time for hate.

I am Winston Smith, and this is my Two Minutes Hate. This is my war. Will you join me?

[theelizabethjoy]

COUNT THEM.... SIX FUCKING ADS IN A ROW WITH HIS DAMN FACE! WTF @staff

[umbreeonic]

I DID NOT GO INTO ROLOS TAG TO SEE HIM COMPARED TO THE DIPSHIT ""RUNNING"" THIS COUNTRY

[cheese-greater-official]

I think anon is onto something. Tony Starkis a lovable rogue, so we see Donald Drumf as a loveable rogue. Subtle messages are insidious.

???? Im sorry but??? Donald trump is a racist a bigot a homophobe and he doesn’t care about anyone but himself

Tony stark is a flawed CHARACTER with a redemption arc and an actual fucking personality don’t ever call Donald trump « lovable » he locks children in cages

If you can’t see the difference between tony stark and Donald trump jus because their both rich even tho one of them is FICTIONAL and you therefore vote for a fucking racist piece of shit then you are a bad person im sorry

[the-kouchfort]

TFW you ask a question just for some clarification, and find out, since you avoid the news, that it’s the Postmaster General who is (literally in some cases) dismantling and shifting funding around in the post office, to try to make it near impossible for blue states to vote by mail, because his bestie drumf wants a second term, third, and just to rule till he dies, I suppose.

He’s already said he’s not going to hand power over easily (if at all) after the election in November, so....

Vote, bitches. 

Make it obvious to everyone that we want his bitch-ass out.

Even if you have to go in person wearing a mask and gloves, and stand in line for 12 hours. 

Fucking vote.

[theclaravoyant]

it was approximately 1500

as far as I know the deal was never closed

Australia likes to insist they’re not ‘from Australia’ bc they’re actually in immigration detention centres we’ve got in the Pacific Islands

THEY ARE NOT ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS

THEY ARE FUCKING REFUGEES

and it was was actually planned to be an exchange so we would take some of those south americans u hate so much in return but w’ever

JESUS

FUCKING

CHRIST

[lostlegendaerie]

Do you use "such a shitshow" for all discourse posts like that? Just asking for blacklist purposes. Tumblr's my semi-happy place rn, I just don't wanna see things like that atm. if you don't have a tag for that stuff it's fine, I just thought I'd ask.

if you’re talking about #politics or #social justice i have tags for issues like that. With the Pewds stuff it’s so recent I haven’t set aside a specific tag for “celebrites acting like absolute fucking morons” YET but if i keep reblogging stuff like that i’ll try to do so.

stay frosty, anon. i’ll do my best to keep my end of your dash clean for you.

[midweastindigo]

My genocide professor said something today. He was at the Newark airport protest last night, and he didn't want to get into details, but he said, "To be blunt, I'm fucking outraged. And honestly? It's been a week and a half and I am sick and tired of waking up being outraged. But I'm also outraged at the fact that I'm tired of being outraged. Because that's how they win; that's what they want. They want us to just get tired of protesting and fighting them so they can do whatever they want. So I'm going to wake up outraged for the next four years if it kills me, and I hope you do to."

[funkpoppos]

CNN posted this “breaking news” tweet about a shark producing an offspring asexually and I looked through the replies and

[warywayfarer]

what’s really sad to me about this whole thing (aside from the fact that I’m more disappointed in this country I was once extremely proud to live in than I can ever imagine) is that there are people out there who believe he is a good, godly man. it makes me so sad that they think he’ll follow God’s guidance. what kind of God is that? what kind of God has so much hatred in his heart? why would anyone want a God like that?