Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
I’m just out of fucks to give, I’m sorry. I have about 100 fucks in my current backpack, and they are all taken up by actual problems that don’t have real and solvable answers. Also too, none of them are tied up by an American legislature that is too chickenshit to do anything to curb mass shootings (or shootings in general) in this God-forsaken country.
I hate this. I hate the United States! I hate that I had to have a conversation with Little Shiz that goes something like, “OK, if you are in your classroom, and a gunman walks into your school, crouch down underneath your desk, cover your head, and pray that you won’t get killed”.
FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE REPUBLICANS, FOR ASSURING THAT WE DON’T HAVE ANY DECENT NATIONAL GUN CONTROL LAWS IN THIS COUNTRY, YOU COMPLETE MOUTH-BREATHING DEGENERATES!
What is wrong with the United States?! Fuck it if I know, but I’ll tell you this right now: no one’s Second Amendment right precedes my family’s right to live.
If you want to take that away from me, or any other United States citizen, truly — you can go screw yourselves. I don’t care. Your supposed “right” to keep and bear arms does not extinguish my 15-year-old daughter’s right to be a goddamned cheerleader at her school. I don’t care what you say, because it will never matter. The right to already-birthed life should eclipse anyone who wants to do harm to another living soul.
In short, the right to kill people should never supersede the right of any family to live and grow.
And to anyone who thinks differently? Fuck off. I don’t care to hear from you, ever.