I ain’t dead yet…

The gen X/millennial hybrid’s (25-35 yrs old) malaise is astounding. We were at the tail end of “you gotta go to college to make it in this world” when right in the middle of our time on campus the banks melted down and everything changed. Too young to benefit from helicopter money and the jobs that accompanied it, too old for the Twitter shitposting that altogether eschewed the now hollow power structures. We felt lied to and betrayed and in some ways we were but mostly our advisors were simply naive. Things worked out when they followed that path, why wouldn’t it be the same for us? Making peace with this reality is the hardest but most crucial step to recovery.

Along comes the 45th president of the United States of America, Donald J. Trump. A long slumbering patriotic artery is given a shot of epinephrine and the course of human history is forever altered. No longer do young men and women like myself wonder “is anybody else seeing this shit?!?” The disaffection that accompanied “compassionate conservatism” and “you didn’t build that” was wiped away in one short speech punctuated with the goal of making America great again. We no longer have to play nice with the nerds who think politics is where they get to subjugate their cool kid tormentors from grade school. We can finally stop biting our tongues around the blue-haired freak show mafia that we always knew were deeply damaged individuals who need quarantined, not celebrated. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!

The clouds have all parted. The fog of war has evaporated. The enemy is clear and plain. We weren’t accepted for so long we no longer care about their assessments of us and can fight unburdened by concerns for perception. We already know you hate us and we have no need to show mercy. Our will is stronger because we have had to foment in the dark, in silence, in preparation for a day we weren’t confident would ever arrive. The floodgates are open and we are going to cleanse this great nation of its traitors and their sycophants. There are more of us than you. We believe in our cause more strongly than you do yours because ours is right and just and necessary for the world to survive and yours is simply masturbation.

Good luck winning this war. Too many have been emboldened to finally act out what they knew all along was right. The gut doesn’t lie and we can feel your desperation, taste your fear, smell the impending victory.