People telling me what to believe: without ever questioning their own beliefs.
People telling me what to do with my property: while justifying that they don't have to do the same first because their activism does it by proxy.
People telling to love whatever: While these fags couldn't turn the other cheek if their dad bent them over and spanked them.
People telling me what to do with my time: while they don't even give an hour of their own to charities that support their belief structure or are in line with it.
People telling me who to favor: without so much as inspecting the trials and tribulations of those that they deem in a position to subserve another group.
People telling me the minds of classes like the poor: never so much as been in hundred meters of a poor person, let alone actually talked to one that wasn't one of their college or niche topic friends mouthing how they are in bad times. Actual factory workers and trash men are just moving shadows to these people.
People informing me on the ethics of businesses: without so much as taking a tour of a fucking factory or just talking to workers or employers and finding their issues without prodding and gotcha questions.
People mocking my sexuality: while they parade their own without shame of restriction.
People telling me morality or culture is relative in some way: suddenly I'm objectively evil when I suggest a point that is alien to their own.
People telling me without no testing their own beliefs on themselves first and foremost. No, not study. Test. You own your house, you own yourself, you own your land and you can formulate groups to own either if you don't. But you don't. Everyone ready to argue with everyone else as to why their beliefs work but themselves, whom should of been the first opponent.
Which pisses me off most. Because I like the idea of people testing out their own philosophies and ideas on living. It's fucking cool. Even the politics I don't like I'd still like to see reports and see how their little community copes...because people are motherfuckinng. precious man. It would be neat. Hell. If there was an organisation for hleping folks set that shit up I'd volunteer to help.
Anyway. That'a my. motherfucking. attempt at a political bitchfest, brothers. What's my score?
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