The title is from Miguel.
I’ve written about “Black Fatigue”, a physiological condition of being done with “that” shit. It is that entire situation where I have gone from a person who doesn’t see skin color to somebody that treats it as a threat indicator, every time.
I’m old, I’m tired of this game. I’m tired of fighting to be left alone. I don’t like having to tell my wife what path to take to work to avoid the potential riots downtown.
I want to be a quiet man, left alone.
It appears that every week there is another group of cosplayers claiming that it is my belief that they all be put in a subservient position, to fulfill my needs. What utter bullshit.
It is Freudian projection. I don’t know a single conservative woman that would put up with being placed in the position these deranged girls suggest.
They might meekly put on the costume, but if you tried to put any of my women into that costume, you better have a dipstick to check fluid levels because you will have a major leak. My daughters are not going to submit to that shit. My wife is not going to submit to that shit.
You will only find out just how “meek” conservative women are if I’m already dead. At which point I will have my honor guard.
These same girls, playing out their fantasies, will also scream to disarm themselves. Oh, and me as well. If they don’t want to be the sex toys of their fantasies, then they had damn well better be ready and willing to standup to anybody that would attempt to make their fantasies real.
But it isn’t just these girls cosplaying their sick fantasies. It is the entire left-wing of our body politics. The screaming about Trump doing this or that. It is the fantasies they have. Of what they would do.
I’m tired of these mentally ill children trying to use emotional blackmail on me and mine.
Be strapped, keep your head on a swivel, be where they are not.
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