This honestly feels like the moment before the apocalypse when everyone starts planning for life as we know it coming to an end.

Fun fact: I had a plan to get famous and start Project Exodus, a charitable mission dedicated to getting (mostly) homeless folks out of the US before the civil war came.

I always thought it'd be because Trump repeated the lie of election fraud in 2024. Took a little longer than anticipated.

Still might not kick off in earnest until GOP refuses to surrender power

I really want to talk to my dad about arranging for me to move to Lebanon

It might very well be a matter of...surviving a little longer. I've got a deadly situation going on in my life as it is, but I see myself in prison for being a communist within the next three years.

It should take Israel a little longer to reach northern Lebanon. You do realize Lebanon's up next for genocide in order for Greater Israel to exist, right

You guys have figured that out, right

Please rejoice, this week is going to be the first time in years where it makes sense for me to ask someone their preferred pronouns

Welcome to the South, where this conversation probably must be a situation where I trick them into following me into a walk in cooler if I want to make sure this person feels safe in the workplace

My name is Zeinadine.

It means "the beauty of religion."

I love it. I have been exiled and hated in my faith community because, well, my beliefs are beautiful. Theirs are repulsive.

I think in the next life, I'll keep the name.

Fuck fascism, bros and sisters and theybies and lovers and kind folk. Fuck fascism, fuck the GOP, and fuck the Democratic Party.

Seize the means. The proletariat have nothing to lose but their chains. The bourgeoisie are their own grave diggers. ACAB.

Have a palate cleanser

*throws a gusher in your mouth*