I’m not going to get into it about the good things that have come out of Biden’s presidency, because I don’t have to. No matter how bad you think Biden is, it’s a provable fact that Trump is worse.
So you can vote for bad or you can vote for worse. This is still a choice that even a concussed child is capable of figuring out. What’s your excuse?
It’s not a choice, and that’s how it’s designed to be.
You can’t give me a giant douche and a turd sandwich and then pretend you’re offering me anything of value, and in our system, they’re both just useful idiots for the billionaire class.
Also, I wouldn’t go with brain injury metaphors if you’re a Democratic partisan.
I’m a “not seeing America fall into total fascism” partisan. Everything else is irrelevant.
Yes, the choice you are being given is fucking terrible. I’m so sorry, not one single person involved had the decency to provide you with a perfect utopian option that’s completely viable and solves all your problems. You’re also the only person who has noticed this, and you’re super duper smart for figuring it out and repeatedly pointing it out to everyone around you.
There is a choice. You might hate that choice, but it still exists. You can vote against the fascists, or you can help them win. That’s it. Those are your options. Those options suck. But unless you can provide a viable and realistic third option that does not result in your country ending up in the hands of an imperial president with an openly stated agenda to turn the country into a Christian-Nationalist theocracy, you need to nut the fuck up and do the right thing on election day.
Every day before and after election day, I strongly encourage you to keep working on making a real progressive future possible. But not on election day. On election day you either make the pragmatic choice, or you decide that feeling good about how smugly superior you are is more important than the life of every marginalized person you know.
I’m not going to get into it about the good things that have come out of Biden’s presidency, because I don’t have to. No matter how bad you think Biden is, it’s a provable fact that Trump is worse.
So you can vote for bad or you can vote for worse. This is still a choice that even a concussed child is capable of figuring out. What’s your excuse?
That’s where you’re wrong.
It’s not a choice, and that’s how it’s designed to be.
You can’t give me a giant douche and a turd sandwich and then pretend you’re offering me anything of value, and in our system, they’re both just useful idiots for the billionaire class.
Also, I wouldn’t go with brain injury metaphors if you’re a Democratic partisan.
I’m a “not seeing America fall into total fascism” partisan. Everything else is irrelevant.
Yes, the choice you are being given is fucking terrible. I’m so sorry, not one single person involved had the decency to provide you with a perfect utopian option that’s completely viable and solves all your problems. You’re also the only person who has noticed this, and you’re super duper smart for figuring it out and repeatedly pointing it out to everyone around you.
There is a choice. You might hate that choice, but it still exists. You can vote against the fascists, or you can help them win. That’s it. Those are your options. Those options suck. But unless you can provide a viable and realistic third option that does not result in your country ending up in the hands of an imperial president with an openly stated agenda to turn the country into a Christian-Nationalist theocracy, you need to nut the fuck up and do the right thing on election day.
Every day before and after election day, I strongly encourage you to keep working on making a real progressive future possible. But not on election day. On election day you either make the pragmatic choice, or you decide that feeling good about how smugly superior you are is more important than the life of every marginalized person you know.