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Going to transcribe two entries, probably related, from my pencil-and-paper journal here.
The first is a follow-up to/expansion of my previous DW entry about nuking my Twitter accounts.
Monday, August 13, 2018, 8:10pm
Around an hour ago, I completely deactivated both of my Twitter accounts (the "normal" one and the MLP:FiM-centered one [which I hadn't used in forever, anyway]). I was looking at an Alyssa Milano tweet, politics-related. After realizing that I'd just spent like 30 minutes to an hour (as with countless similar hours in the past) doing absolutely nothing but blocking/reporting Trumpanzee asshats, I just kind of snapped, decided it was an utter waste of time, and just said "Fuck it" to the whole goddamn thing. Twitter, as it exists right now, is almost nothing but toxic sewage, and I think I am better off without it in my life, overall.
For reference: Alyssa Milano's Twitter. And the specific tweet I was looking at, along with all the replies from dumbshit Trumpanzee asshats underneath it.
The second entry is about a dream I woke up from at around 1:00am last night. I think it might have been at least indirectly related to the reasons (generally speaking) behind why I killed my Twitters. (I will add "paragraph breaks" here, even though these do not exist in the actual pencil-and-paper journal entry, because I've never used paragraph breaks in my pencil-and-paper journal, for whatever reasons, all the way back to the first entries I wrote in January 2014. I've occasionally considered maybe transcribing the entire pencil-and-paper journal here onto DW, backdated to the times/dates of when I wrote them, with previous/next links between them and all that fancy shit, but given that my pencil-and-paper journal is literally 1,596 pages long as of right now, almost at the end of the 8th 200-page college-ruled composition book, that is almost assuredly a thing that will never actually happen.)
Tuesday, August 14, 2018, 1:40am
Just woke up from a simultaneously shitty and awful, but also a crazy and awesome dream. I was in what I thought of as the "Capitol Building," i.e. that building with the big white dome in Washington DC where the US Congress meets and does business (a place I have never been IRL and hope to never be, quite honestly). Except that, in this dream, all of the Congressassholes were actually sitting in seats that spanned all up and down the inside of that dome, as opposed to them all being out on the floor as it more boringly is IRL. It looked like something out of Star Wars almost. ("I threw the Senate at him!")
Anyway, the shitty and awful part of it was that I was down in the audience while they were debating the passage of some law or other. It must have been a good law that needed to be passed, because all of the Republicans were adamantly opposed to it. And, the shitty and awful part, they used some kind of stupid, fucked up, full of lies, bullshit loophole or legal tactic or what have you to shut down debate of it without passing it, so they basically won.
The crazy and awesome (and even a little bit scary) part was that I, down in the audience, just snapped and started screaming a long string of curses at them. I don't remember but barely a fraction of it now. The last of it was along the lines of "And so, another victory by the traitorous Republicans!" And as I was leaving, they all started clapping, and I yelled out "Yeah, let the applause of the asshats ring out even louder!" And it did get louder, so I walked out the door.
And, apparently, the Capitol Building was a building on what I thought of as a school campus. Because of course it was. As I made my way up a hill and into what I thought of as a cafeteria, it was entirely fitting that there was no food to be had.
I don't know if the dream was inspired in some way by my deletion of my Twitter accounts as I described in my previous entry, but it wouldn't surprise me if that was the case. In real life, I'm just utterly disgusted by and fed up with and sick and tired of anything and everything that is being done by or has to do with the legions of treasonous, racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic bullshit consumers that make up the GOP.
Just to be clear, in the dream, the asshats were clapping because they blocked the law, not because I was leaving, but I suppose it could be interpreted as the latter now, though I didn't see it as such while the dream was in progress.
For reference: the US Capitol Building.
For reference: "I threw the Senate at him!"
For reference: treasonous, racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic bullshit. See also.
The first is a follow-up to/expansion of my previous DW entry about nuking my Twitter accounts.
Monday, August 13, 2018, 8:10pm
Around an hour ago, I completely deactivated both of my Twitter accounts (the "normal" one and the MLP:FiM-centered one [which I hadn't used in forever, anyway]). I was looking at an Alyssa Milano tweet, politics-related. After realizing that I'd just spent like 30 minutes to an hour (as with countless similar hours in the past) doing absolutely nothing but blocking/reporting Trumpanzee asshats, I just kind of snapped, decided it was an utter waste of time, and just said "Fuck it" to the whole goddamn thing. Twitter, as it exists right now, is almost nothing but toxic sewage, and I think I am better off without it in my life, overall.
For reference: Alyssa Milano's Twitter. And the specific tweet I was looking at, along with all the replies from dumbshit Trumpanzee asshats underneath it.
The second entry is about a dream I woke up from at around 1:00am last night. I think it might have been at least indirectly related to the reasons (generally speaking) behind why I killed my Twitters. (I will add "paragraph breaks" here, even though these do not exist in the actual pencil-and-paper journal entry, because I've never used paragraph breaks in my pencil-and-paper journal, for whatever reasons, all the way back to the first entries I wrote in January 2014. I've occasionally considered maybe transcribing the entire pencil-and-paper journal here onto DW, backdated to the times/dates of when I wrote them, with previous/next links between them and all that fancy shit, but given that my pencil-and-paper journal is literally 1,596 pages long as of right now, almost at the end of the 8th 200-page college-ruled composition book, that is almost assuredly a thing that will never actually happen.)
Tuesday, August 14, 2018, 1:40am
Just woke up from a simultaneously shitty and awful, but also a crazy and awesome dream. I was in what I thought of as the "Capitol Building," i.e. that building with the big white dome in Washington DC where the US Congress meets and does business (a place I have never been IRL and hope to never be, quite honestly). Except that, in this dream, all of the Congressassholes were actually sitting in seats that spanned all up and down the inside of that dome, as opposed to them all being out on the floor as it more boringly is IRL. It looked like something out of Star Wars almost. ("I threw the Senate at him!")
Anyway, the shitty and awful part of it was that I was down in the audience while they were debating the passage of some law or other. It must have been a good law that needed to be passed, because all of the Republicans were adamantly opposed to it. And, the shitty and awful part, they used some kind of stupid, fucked up, full of lies, bullshit loophole or legal tactic or what have you to shut down debate of it without passing it, so they basically won.
The crazy and awesome (and even a little bit scary) part was that I, down in the audience, just snapped and started screaming a long string of curses at them. I don't remember but barely a fraction of it now. The last of it was along the lines of "And so, another victory by the traitorous Republicans!" And as I was leaving, they all started clapping, and I yelled out "Yeah, let the applause of the asshats ring out even louder!" And it did get louder, so I walked out the door.
And, apparently, the Capitol Building was a building on what I thought of as a school campus. Because of course it was. As I made my way up a hill and into what I thought of as a cafeteria, it was entirely fitting that there was no food to be had.
I don't know if the dream was inspired in some way by my deletion of my Twitter accounts as I described in my previous entry, but it wouldn't surprise me if that was the case. In real life, I'm just utterly disgusted by and fed up with and sick and tired of anything and everything that is being done by or has to do with the legions of treasonous, racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic bullshit consumers that make up the GOP.
Just to be clear, in the dream, the asshats were clapping because they blocked the law, not because I was leaving, but I suppose it could be interpreted as the latter now, though I didn't see it as such while the dream was in progress.
For reference: the US Capitol Building.
For reference: "I threw the Senate at him!"
For reference: treasonous, racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic bullshit. See also.
