Unrepentant Vermin

Unrepentant Vermin
From This Rat You Shall Receive No Apologies

(written 11-18-23)

I am the vermin of which Trump speaks. I epitomize what he's talking about. You will have no disagreement from me. I am the scum which he wishes to abolish.

Furthermore, I am a loser. Capitalism never found a place for me, in large part because I detest it so. Still, I tried to work within the system but have gotten nowhere. Thus, I am a loser. If only I would sell out, I could win, like Trump does, always win, but that is morally vacant and a despicable way of being. In my opinion. So, label me “loser” too.

And I am a most-of-my-life registered Democrat. I'm not a Dem, really, but we have a closed Primary.. The short is that here it pays to register as a Major Party voter. Still, there are some in this country who disparage me for even that, I'm sure. Thus, add, “Democrat” to the reasons Trump Nation hates me.

And I'm Queer. Holy shit, that's the icing! Death to Queer, Left, Socialist, Loser Dameon! OK. That's fine. I'm also Depressive, so you can kill me if you want. Hopefully you'll martyr me, generic MAGA Republican, and I will harm your chances in the Fall. Probably not, but it'd be better than living this dull beat of loser-ness. You've already made a world I don't care to live it anymore. At least my loss would stand for something. Martyrdom may be the best statement left to a loser such as I. But make it quick.

I hope any Westerner, American, Brit, German, what have you, will see what I have just written as a dirge to the Democratic ideals for which so many fought for so long. But the world has moved past post WWII Liberalism. We are now in a new age, one currently dominated by the Right. Wake up.

I did write that in 2016, or many things very similar But no one ever listens to me. Because I'm a loser. Because I refuse to conform. Because I opt out of EULAs for things like Facebook. I have no voice.

“Vermin” describes that state I find myself in. Slime, maybe. Scum. Connotativly negative. This is the place where the forgotten have fallen. Feeding on waste.

It's been a good year, though. Got a new place. Made some money. But it is all in a place that I hate in a Country on the decline, becoming Fascist, where a Republican candidate for President has called for the “root[ing] out” of specifically me (not by name, included to avoid defamation lawsuits); and this has all been happening for the last 7 years. I hope you understand why some creature comforts have not appeased me.

So I am a rat, going back now to the generic Trump voter that this written to. This country has been nothing but false promise to me. I can see how good everyone else has it. I got your scraps. You all buy way too much stuff! You can get a used year-old things for 25% off. Maybe more. The pandemic changed that a bit, but we are clearly back on that path, needing the new thing before we ever learn how to use the old. So, me, the rat, will snatch it all up quick, the leavings, and live a less-intolerable lifestyle. So I do feed on you. Perhaps you are right to want me gone. As of now, I have given much less that I have reprieved from this society. Chop me up!

But that's not what this country was before Trump. Life sucked back then too, no doubt, but I hadn't been called a rodent by one of the most powerful people in the world before. It used to be that the world just let me be. I made pretty things which got ignored, the State would feed me but that's it, and somehow I survived. This time in which we live is something new from that. We enter a place where they will come for me if Trump gets re-elected. He's said as much. They may come for me anyway. The United States, for a Marxist, Communist, Evilist, whatever-Trump-says ultra-freak has become a place of fear. If I let it be as such.

No, I have always stood up to Trump. Alone. No one paying any attention what-so-ever, but standing none-the-less. So I will continue to stand. And they will either hunt me or ignore me. It is good that I am at peace with the universe, because I'm really hating being ignored.