I’ve lived around Amerikans all my life. A solid 70% of them will eyeball me if I wear my hair out without a beanie covering it, because coarse hair that could become dreads terrify them. I cannot go for a walk in my own fucking neighborhood anymore without courting the risk of having killer pigs sent to wherever I’m at. I have to hear about people who look like me getting dropped by white Amerikans every other week, sometimes every other day.

Frankly, I don’t want to fuckin hear “just trynna live their lives”-- because I don’t fuckin believe it anymore. I don’t believe I can so much as walk down the street without a strap on my side anymore. These are not my countrymen; they’re barely even humans to me. More animals in human skin.

I’m almost thirty, and have worked my entire life. I’m not some hapless teenager on the internet.

These people ‘trying to live their lives’ literally hooted and hollered at the television in pure, existential bliss at watching Latinos be put in camps. That’s what they want instead of a better future; dead migrants.

Burger here. Femboy Apotheosis is 100% right: burgers are vermin and should be dealt with as such. I’ll turn your question around: have you ever interacted with a burger? In my whole life in burgerland I haven’t met a single one that didn’t either cheer on the death of the poor or cheer on the death of those in other countries. Even if they know that their country is complete garbage and incapable of meeting peoples’ needs, they’ll still cling to muh freedumb to die of exposure on the street as a good thing.