Morning Muse: It's June 12th And We Are ButtFucked Still

You know what keeps me up at night: Will we fucking fight back hard enough to save ourselves from this authoritarian shitstorm, or will we just roll over and let democracy die with a whimper?

I wake up to the disgusting smell of gassy pricktatorship. Not because I've been gassed—though plenty of Americans have been—but because the very air we breathe has become toxic with the ass-stench of creeping fascism. Every morning I wake up and taste the metallic tang of fear on my tongue, wondering if today's the day we finally stop pretending this is all fucking normal. Maybe it is because Trump does that little dance where he looks like he’s jacking off two really HUGE dicks. I am not the only one that sees this right? I mean, it isn’t just me right?

Listen, I'm not here to sugarcoat this bullshit or wrap it in pretty academic language that makes you feel comfortable. This isn't some abstract political theory—it's a goddamn alarm bell shrieking in the darkness, and most of us are still hitting the snooze button like we've got time to waste.

The Psychological Mindfuck of Normalized Authoritarianism

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