To Hell with These Leftists

Derek Hunter, You probably shouldn’t write while pissed off, but I don’t really have the luxury to wait. I also doubt there will be any time before my deadline when these complete jackasses on the left aren’t doing something so worthless I wouldn’t revel in seeing them dive into a swimming pool only to discover there’s no water in it. They’ve turned me, and I’d guess one hell of a lot of other people, into people who literally can’t stand anything they’re pushing.

I honestly couldn’t care less about someone’s sexuality, never really gave a damn about it. As such, I have a lot of friends who happen to be gay. But their being gay doesn’t define who they are any more than being straight defines who I or my other friends are. I don’t care what some adult does with their genitals – I’m very live and let live. As long as who you do it with is of age and willing, you have to explain it to God, I don’t.

Thanks to the progressive movement’s determination to “divide to conquer” the American public, so many activists are now their sexual orientation. That they’re gay defines who many people are, which makes them incredibly boring and pathetic.

I know, I’m supposed to be supporting and caring, I’m just not. If your existence is so wrapped up in how you have sex, you’re a loser. If how you have sex plays an overriding role in your existence, your existence isn’t interesting to me. No amount of pressure is going to change that.

If you make up some pronouns and expect me to pretend they’re real and you’re not mentally broken because your parents didn’t love you enough, you’re going to be disappointed. I’d suggest you adopt my attitude and simply not give a damn, your life is going to be lonely and miserable if you spend it seeking validation of your existence from others – even if you get it, it’s fake and never enough.

If you’re a man pretending to be a woman, I don’t care. If you’re introduced to me as “Betty” with a full beard and bass voice, I’ll call you Betty. But that will likely be the only time we ever speak. I don’t have time for people’s delusions; reality is not based on your belief in it, nor is it dependent upon it. It just is. If you choose some other way of living, have fun, I’m not interested.

If you’re a dude who sucked as swimmer who then pretended to be a girl and started winning against women, I will not celebrate you. Not because I wish ill upon you, I couldn’t care less what happens to you, but because you’re a man cheating. You want to wear a dress, I don’t care. You want me to pretend you aren’t a urinal user, not gonna happen.

You expect me to be fine with the idea of adults talking to kids, kindergarten through third grade, about any kind of sex or whatever gender delusions some mental midget thinks up in an edible haze and we’re going to have a problem. These Democrats in Florida are far too excited to do just that. Middle Eastern grooming gangs in the UK don’t get this excited about talking to young kids about this stuff.

If you’re a “sports” announcer or journalist and think I give a single chunk of last night’s thoroughly digested and expelled dinner what you think about anything related to any of this, you are sorely mistaken. If you feel compelled to virtue signal for your bosses, go to hell. If you’re sincerely moved to announce to the world your thoughts on something that has nothing to do with you, pretty much the same.

I simply don’t care. Moreover, since this incredibly forceful minority started getting even more militant, I’ve lost interest in anything they say or want. If you’re gonna be an A-hole, I’m gonna think of you as an A-hole and work or root against you.

It doesn’t matter how few they are, and they are few, a small group of committed people can accomplish horrible things. The Nazis were not a majority of Germans, not even close, they simply steamrolled everyone in their way.

Old or new, fascism is fascism. Don’t let these people win. Every puke at Yale who shouted down speakers this week should be expelled. If they aren’t, and you’re an alumni who, for some weird reason, gives them money, knock it off. Stop funding the enemy. And make no mistake, these people are your enemy.

Men are men, women are women, they can live however they want but must not be empowered to force you to deny reality so they can feel good about themselves. If that bothers them, so what? If that hurts them, so what? Anyone interested in forcing you to do/say/think anything fake, anything you don’t believe or don’t want to, isn’t anyone you need to have in your life. They can’t just be ignored anymore, they must be defeated and destroyed, thoroughly.

Whether you’re some delusional dude in a pool or one of the hags on “The View” who thought Jill Biden was a real doctor who should be Surgeon General who now speaks of Biden’s nominee for the Supreme Court as the greatest legal mind in the country, when you’d never heard her name before a month ago exclusively because of the color of her skin, I don’t care. You aren’t “marginalized” by anything other than the garbage progressives have been filling your head with. If you don’t tell them to get bent, you aren’t a victim, you’re the perp.

Either way, I don’t care. It’s your life, if you want to spend it smoking crack all day, knock yourself out. I don’t care how you waste your life, just don’t expect me to subsidize or cheer it and I’ll return that favor. You want anything more than that, go to hell.

Derek Hunter is the host of a free daily podcast (subscribe!), host of a daily radio show on WCBM in Maryland, and author of the book, Outrage, INC., which exposes how liberals use fear and hatred to manipulate the masses.

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