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It’s Official: Nothing Matters
It’s freeing, in a way
It’s fitting that I’m in my fifties as we enter this new era of America in which absolutely nothing matters.
It’s the most free I’ve ever felt in my life. I will no longer feel selfish about anything, ever again.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m going to pour more money and love into the people and causes near me who I want to lift. But America, in general, can kiss my ass.
We’re a failing empire, and I’m going to enjoy the fall. I refuse to continue to fret over a country that doesn’t value me, my daughter, or any of my LGBTQ loved ones. I’m done fighting for a country that, even as it hits bottom, values vapidity over intellect, money over the environment, and a handful of billionaires over billions of human beings.
I’m going to eat the ice cream, drink the drinks, dance the dances, and love my loves. I will listen to the music and sing.
But I will also not be silent. I will not stop pointing out every absurdity the King of the Dipshits pulls. I will not stop talking about his criminality and his anti-American interests. I will not stop reminding his voters that he talked about Arnold Palmer’s large penis during his campaign.
And I sure as hell won’t be bowing to bullies. I refuse to cower to silly men…