Saturday, March 26, 2022


Over the past year many people have emigrated out of the Bay Area and moved to places where they will more at home. Destinations like Florida, North Carolina, and Texas.
Where they spiritually belong. Which is good. I am glad they are gone.
We can all breathe better now.

Unfortunately there are still tonnes of their type left over in Marin, where I work. Karenistan. Which is quite likely the most suferficial minded self-entitled puss boil blister suburb in the civilized world. A soggy little island of cultural toxic waste.

A place of smirkingly self-satisfied bubbles.
Yoga, bicyclists with beemers.
Kale smoothies.

The loathesome cretins in the backroom have been rehashing the same conversations for a decade now. Sime whiny voices, same quivering chins and vicious narrow-minded venom.
Bitter old men, sour over everything and disappointed in life.
Despite being, on the whole, quite prosperous.
It is time, comrades, for the workers to seize the means of destruction. Bring on the tumbrels, guillotines, and savage howling mobs with pitchforks and torches. A good start would probably be to burn down the car dealerships and strip malls along the freeway.

Caedite eos omnes, novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius.

Lots of love, bitches, lots of love.


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