As has become rather customary on my blog, Iâve been very silent⦠at least until I uploaded that blog on horseradish a few days ago. Youâd think, what with all this extra time on my hands, that Iâd be blogging up a storm. And itâs not like thereâs no shortage of topics to talk about. Thereâs COVID-19. Thereâs the fact that cops havenât stopped murdering black people in cold blood in our streets (FTR⦠justice for George Floyd. Black Lives Matter. Fuck the police. ACAB). More trans men and woman are dying this year. Trump is still president, and an absurdly high number of Leftists still think heâs better than a Democrat, despite four years of evidence that heâs the worst thing to happen to this country since at least Bush Jr, and is absolutely the worst president of my (now 33-year) lifetime.
I genuinely didnât think things could get worse than 2016. Holy shit was I wrong.
So. Fucking. Wrong.
And yet, despite all this, I stay silent. Iâm not here talking about the pandemic, or the protests, or Trump.
Why is that?
Because I just donât want to.