I am so fucking disgusted right now
May 03, 2020 :: 3:34 PM
THIS IS NOT OK
My friend posted this on Facebook the other day and I literally got sick to my stomach.
Here’s the thing: we’ve known for a long time that he’s incapable of holding the job.
Every single day he shows a complete lack of empathy for what’s going on.
Every single day, he treats the presidency like it’s one of his businesses. Like it’s a reality show.
And it’s just getting worse…
The protests of people who think getting a fucking haircut is more important than my life, storming state capitals with fucking guns… it’s too much for me.
The selfishness of these people is unfathomable.
The fact that a bunch of WHITE guys storming a state capital with MILITARY GRADE weapons is upsetting to a level I don’t even have the words for. (And let’s not forget that if they were black… well….)
AND THE FUCKING PRESIDENT IS CHEERING ON THE PROTESTERS.
I can’t fucking wait for November.
While I’m completely outraged, let’s talk about the book I just read.
It was about Chornobyl and written by a guy who was pretty obsessed with it.
It started out promising: a full overview of the mechanical and operational issues that plagued Russian nuclear reactors and submarines since the very beginning. A detailed, blow-by-blow description of that fateful night.
And then he started to describe his trip to Prypiat.
Dude, I could see his hard on.
His awe at seeing the ruins of the city verged on inappropriate. He was gleeful to be there.
It was so disrespectful that I wanted to smack him. With a brick. Repeatedly.
I ended up deleting it about halfway through. (Thank God it was on Kindle Unlimited.)
My memory is fuzzy - partly because I was 11 when it happened and partly because I blocked out a lot of my childhood - but I swear I remember sitting there in my grandparents’ house watching it on the news. I also remember hearing that we had some relatives in that area, family that died.
Whether or not that’s true, the fact remains that people died.
It’s not a fucking theme park.
I mean, when I went to Highgate Cemetery to see Douglas Adams’ grave, I treated it with the proper respect the dead deserved. There’s a time and a place for fangirling and the middle of a place of the dead is NOT it.
I don’t know. I’ve been in a shitty mood this past week and everything is just amplifying my unhappiness.
*sigh*