Those Really Afraid Folks, STAND or DIE Bending The Knees |2020

A thing about being afraid. Sometimes it’s hyperbole, sometimes it’s conjecture and yet other times it’s real-real.

I am not afraid of the mob. Not the Mob mob, but the interwebs mob. I own what it is that I have said over my life. I make mistakes, I have conversations, and understand where I was wrong (based on context).

I can have a conversation with a person to understand their feelings, especially if I care about them.

From time to time I piss off my friends. And when they articulate to me their feelings, in a manner which, and in a way that, what I said that was wrong offensive or otherwise hurtful, and why it was wrong.

I can correct what I said and I can be a Man and apologize. Ya know, admitting to yourself and to others that you are wrong and mistaken, that’s being a Man.

But I will never, EVER, cower to the mob. No, no, and no. Fuck you, you loser ass bitches. You will have to strike me down where I stand for I will never bow to you.

NEVER!

I’ve had enough knee surgeries to know, I will not die on my knees. Having to get down on them is pretty shitty enough as it were, I will not bow to you. Now today, not ever.

It’s a strange concept for most American’s, let alone the rest of the humans on this planet. They might be afraid of you, I am not.

Collectively, you cowards… Fuck You and The Horse You Rode In On.

I have no regard for Authoritarian types. You Socialists/Marxists/Communists/Lenonists/whatever ideology you hold. Do you know what they are?

Buncha college-educated upper-middle-class white kids filled with guilt and fueled by some sort of shame for being born in a manner for which they have had no control. The Antifa type.

You are losers. Your ideology is a fucking plague on humanity and you bring pain, misery, destruction, and DEATH. Lots and lots of death. You are a fucking joke, god damn hypocrites.