My uncle already had a nervous breakdown talking to me while collecting my rent.

Oh well.

So Charlie Kirk was Hitler?

No, and that’s why we’re still doing this shit.

You guys don’t understand. I am so sick of seeing calls for violence. I’m so sick of seeing coldness toward violence.

Someone is going to want to retaliate. That’s what the fuck violence brings. Unless you win completely, and the only kind of motherfuckers who win completely are people who exterminate everyone who opposes them.

Is that what the fuck we want?

Do we want to see important figures in a left-wing movement assassinated? Someone is going to be upset enough to fire a gun at someone you care about.

Violence begets violence.

I can’t stand reading this shit anymore. I really can’t.

A bunch of fucking keyboard warriors stoked as shit when someone gets killed. Never ever fucking smart enough to think about what comes next. Well, get ready for it. Someone is going to be angry enough to shoot back, that is a promise. Go look at a fucking history book. Nobody takes this kind of thing sitting down.

If you think anything good is going to come from this, you are a goddamn fool.

Leaders in a movement you care about are about to be assassinated in retaliation by some moron with a fucking gun.

I’ve got to get the fuck away from all this noise. I’m half tempted to fucking throw my phone in the creek and never look back.

Y’all want to kill each other and then cheer when someone is fucking murdered, fine.

Goddamn.

I fucking hated Charlie Kirk. If he had died naturally, I’d be the first one to piss on his fucking grave. Some idiot made a martyr, that’s what they did. Curious motherfucking kids who never heard anything he said will now listen to everything he ever said. You can’t kill an Ideology by killing the people who espouse said ideology.

I just want to beat my head into a fucking wall. I’m so fucking burned out. Fuck anybody who is OK with bullets traveling through the flesh of any of their fellow men. Go into a field and fire the guns yourselves against other idiots who want to fire guns, the rest of us are sick of your fucking violence.

That hasn’t been true for me.

One of the worst experiences I had was when I became the number one seller in the office. I finally asked for a promotion, filled out a résumé, went into the office to speak with the boss.

“You are just too valuable as a salesperson. I understand that it can be frustrating, but when you’re doing 40% better than the best person under you, that is where you are most valuable.” If it had been 20%, they would have asked me to manage and, “duplicate myself.”

It is crazy how I finally had to get what I wanted. I tested them. I didn’t show up to work for a week. I figured if they fired me, I’d just go find another job. That isn’t what happened, when I walked through the door, “oh thank god. We’re having a terrible week, we need you to come in here and work your magic. I was scared you quit bro.” I said, “oh I was going to, it really doesn’t make sense to stay at a place where you can’t grow in any direction and get anything better than a 10 cent raise every 6 months.”

After that, I was able to work three days in sales, two days in sales verification, two dollar raise.

I also got paid an additional four dollars an hour to train people, but only when I was training.

I also got to be a back up manager, where I also made four extra dollars on the hour when I was needed. It wasn’t constant, but it was always rad when it happened. I was also allowed 4 hours of overtime and they ignored the fact that I didn’t clock out for lunch.

I should have stayed in sales, but it really does drive you into the dirt eventually.

That company went out of business in 2009. They also did fundraising and I guess the owners were stealing money.

I can relate.

I never got as bad as my father, who used a lighter once a day and lit the rest of them off of the last one.

I roll my own. Cheap as hell, but I wish I could stop. I’d lose my goddamn mind if I did.

I mean, yeah, but he spent his whole workday riding around in the woods on an atv. He came to my little gas station to fill up his truck and atv and he was always happy.

He also inspected mines, I think most of his job was about looking for runoff from the mines.

I knew a guy who did that around here and I never seen anything but a smile on his face.