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Road to Dystopia

  • Writer: Raoul Ratherknot
    Raoul Ratherknot
  • Nov 8, 2024
  • 2 min read

Well, that’s that, I guess – not the end of democracy necessarily, though perhaps, but certainly the end of any reasonable person’s notion, however unexamined, that the American populace is of sound mind, stout heart and some measurable ration of innate goodness. They’ve proven the opposite, in fact, that they’re trogs with pick-up trucks, by re-electing the modern era’s most transparently scummy American as president, so he can cash in and fuck things up, do whatever pocket-lining bananas nonsense Peter Thiel and Elon Musk tell him to do (and therein probably creating humankind’s first two trillionaires), and ruin whatever governmental usefulness the country’s built up over the last century.


That’s not even counting the millions of poor people’s lives he’ll decimate, and environmental rules (y’know, let’s not poison our drinking water, etc.) he’ll wipe out, yadda yadda. And it’s all your fault, America. Like any dumb megalomaniac, Asshat can only destroy what we decide to give him – and you just gave him the whole boatload. Why’d you do that? Because the price of eggs went up 30%? Don’t make me cry. You have to be the dumbest piece of shit on Earth to think this slobbering monstrosity is going to make your grocery bill smaller, when he’s proclaimed over and over again that he’s going to strip-mine the federal government and attempt to abolish every part of the social safety net. (See Project 2025 for details.) Tariffs? You’ll pay for them, by definition. Social Security and Medicare? They’re gone. You get that?


Of course you don’t. After all, the National Literacy Institute puts the number of Americans who are below – below – a 6th-grade literacy level at 54%. That’s more than half. Below 6th grade. That’s a 10-year-old. You’re all a fucking horde of fucking 10-year-olds, writing letters to Santa Claus, wetting your beds, and wondering why J.D. Vance’s new stepdad punched you in the teeth. You’ve passed through puberty but apparently haven’t learned anything, anything, since before you had pubic hair.


So naturally, you’re thinking in playground terms, because if you’re 10 that’s where the tough stuff happens, and that’s where you can join the bully’s gang of shitheads, because then you’ll be on the winning side. They’ll make you drink your own piss and laugh in your face about it, but that’s the price you’ll pay to belong.


What also clear for this America is that breaking federal laws, of any kind, is okay. Hell, even if you kick a cop to death, you can expect a pardon.


Congratulations!

 
 
 

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