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I figured out some time ago that the propaganda of American exceptionalism I was raised with - and I got a double dose because it's embedded in Mormon theology - is bullshit. By November 2024 at the latest, I knew that American society was rotten to the core. I had some understanding of the psychological reasons why MAGAts are dumber than mold, but it never satisfied me because nobody is putting guns to their heads and making them only watch Fox News. This video is the first explanation I've heard, though, that really drives home how deep the rot goes and makes me feel genuine compassion for MAGAts without being on drugs. No, really. When I'm on drugs, I understand that it isn't their fault they're so goddamn stupid, but as soon as the drugs wear off, I'm too tired of their bullshit to care. I still don't know how to help them when they don't want to be helped because they're too stupid to know what's good for them. I don't know how to fix the systemic, intentional problems that go back to the founding of this country. The current foundation will probably have to be burned down entirely. Trump is doing a decent job of that. I think AI has the potential to fix a lot of these problems, but chances are just as good that it will make them several times worse instead. I think it really depends on whether there's a divine purpose behind this world or just massive cosmic indifference. I'm not on drugs right now, I'm just not trying particularly hard to be coherent because my motivation is shot, which is why I'm happy to share a 50-minute video (though you can watch it at 2x speed, like I did) instead of writing a real post.
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Sometimes MAGAts claim that normal people will oppose everything their cult leader does just because he's the one doing it. An example I've seen more than once is "if he cured cancer," and that's a spectacularly obtuse example because he literally cut funding for cancer research, you morons. The phrasing I saw most recently was "if he developed a vaccine for cancer," so that was extra stupid coming from one of the people who don't believe in vaccines. Anyway, to prove that this line of thinking isn't true, let me say that Trump did good things by rescheduling marijuana and expediting research into the healing effects of psychedelics. These are probably the second and third best things he'll ever do. The first, of course, is to stop breathing. Maybe if he used marijuana and/or psychedelics himself, he would learn not to be a piece of shit. The Democratic contenders for the new congressional district in Utah were rocked by scandal last week. First, someone found out that Nate Blouin wrote anti-Mormon comments and joked about sexual assault on the internet over a decade ago when he was in his early twenties. I didn't much care about the anti-Mormon stuff. The other stuff was icky. Frankly, though, I think we need to make allowances, within reason, for people to grow out of being pieces of shit. I'm a completely different person than I was in my early twenties, and I believe the same is true of Nate. He's the only candidate I've ever seen attending or speaking at protests. If he had actually assaulted someone, that would be a dealbreaker for me, but if the left insists on crucifying people for past mistakes after they've become better, they won't have much incentive to become better, will they? One of the other candidates, city council member Eva Lopez Chavez, condemned his remarks, which irritated four women enough to come forward and accuse her of restraining them while she made unwanted sexual advances. Good Lord. I went to the Democrat convention again yesterday to help choose a candidate because I thought it was my civic duty, not because I felt like spending my Saturday at something that's like Comic-Con minus all the fun parts. I now feel like the whole process was a waste of time. I spiraled into a bit of depression when I saw that I'd missed multiple Signal messages from the lady I came with, asking if I wanted to just go home and vote online, which would have given me up to four hours to do literally anything else, such as make money from my remote job. I had Signal notifications turned off because I used to get two hundred a day. Anyway, through the ranked-choice voting system, Liban Mohammed emerged victorious. Now he's the Democratic nominee, chosen by people whom I have no reason to assume are representative of voters. I know I'm not. I became the vice-chair of my precinct because I was one of the two people who showed up to caucus. And three of the losing candidates will also be on the primary ballot because they got enough signatures, so I don't see the freaking point of what I did. I like Liban just fine, but I don't think he'll win the primary because he's young and has no direct political experience. I think Ben McAdams, the Republican Lite career politician who came in a close second, will win that. Some people at the convention booed him and yelled "FREE PALESTINE!" - two of them were sitting by me, which was a stressful experience - but ordinary Utah voters don't likely care that much about Palestine, or the minimum wage increase or public land protections or union protections that he voted against. I'd love to be wrong. The people near me also yelled "RESIGN!" and "WE BELIEVE WOMEN!" multiple times when Eva was on stage. It's nice that they don't have a double standard for lesbians of color. Unlike Nate, she didn't address her recent controversy; she just brought her family onstage and asked us to vote for her grandmother's future. We had been asked to treat all candidates with respect even if they weren't our favorite, but only one person in the front was removed for yelling at Ben, so that made the event organizers look pretty impotent. Is this overly negative? Perhaps. I'm just tired of all this political crap, and I want to take a break, but it won't pause. Ever. Despite my exhaustion after this apparently pointless convention, I went to a protest at the governor's mansion against the proposed ICE concentration camp in our city. At least that had music, and I let off some steam by writing him a postcard. I didn't mean to add the part at the bottom, but someone mentioned Prop 4 while I was writing, I got pissed off, and my fingers moved faster than my brain. Your support for crimes against humanity will be remembered long after Donald Trump has died and everything he stood for has been dismantled. Future generations of schoolchildren will read about Spencer Cox, the morally bankrupt coward who thought concentration camps were part of "disagreeing better." Also, fuck you in all the ways you can be fucked for trying to overturn Prop 4. If you're in Utah, please sign this letter, "A Statement of Utah Values," to register your opposition to the concentration camp. If you're not opposed to the concentration camp, please go play in traffic.
This week, a $40/hour creative writing project was available to me on the AI training platform that's my sole source of income, and I missed it to go to a city council meeting that I could have watched online. I regret that. I was there to express my opposition to the ICE detention center, but I didn't even make a comment because I didn't bother to figure out how city council meetings work and sign up to make a comment beforehand. That's life, if you define life as me making unnecessary mistakes. Anyway, the city council already opposes the ICE detention center, so this was more about encouraging it not to back down. At least eight people expressed that sentiment.
A fat redneck stereotype expressed a different sentiment. He started off sarcastically thanking the council for cutting off water to the warehouse even though ICE agents can shower at home and bring bottled water, and then he went on an unhinged rant about four "illegals" who committed violent crimes in places that aren't Utah, which somehow bothered him even though he obviously voted for a serial rapist who was best friends with a child sex trafficker. I swear to God, one of the Hispanic council members left the room during his rant. I was gratified when a math teacher diverted from her prepared comment to explain to him (and any other high school dropouts who might have been in the room) how percentages work. After the meeting, I flipped him off because punching him in his dumbass racist teeth was illegal. (Yes, he could have flattened me alone, but I wasn't alone.0 Then my keys, loosened from emptying my pockets for the security check before the meeting, fell out. And he said, "You dropped your keys, bud." So that was humiliating. Now I've increased my credibility by sharing this humiliating anecdote instead of casting myself as the triumphant hero of the situation. On Saturday, I attended the Salt Lake County Democratic convention as a delegate, which is something that I've never been interested in doing but did anyway because fighting fascism can't be fun and games all the time. I had friends there, and I picked up a decent amount of free food and candy, so those two things salvaged the event from being as boring as General Conference. I went to a dance protest at the ICE detention center afterward because fighting fascism is fun and games sometimes. Something like eighteen cops were there to flush our tax dollars down the toilet. They sat in their darkened vans and watched us for two hours, and then, as soon as the guy with the speakers left, they pulled him over and cited him for an expired registration, disorderly conduct, and being too loud for this neighborhood of empty warehouses. It's all very obviously a bullshit attempt to intimidate us, squelch our First Amendment rights, and protect the fascist secret police, and of course we're not putting up with it. Also, we just found out that the city considers drawing with chalk on the sidewalk a Class B misdemeanor. I have no words. Hungary just ousted its far-right authoritarian president, Viktor Orbán, who pleasantly surprised me by not rigging the election or refusing to concede. His successor, Péter Magyar, is center-right, which would make him a Democrat in the US. His party, Tisza, also won a supermajority in parliament that will help him reverse the damage to democracy caused by his predecessor. Orbán has spent his sixteen years in office patiently dismantling the checks on his power. Trump openly admires him and has been trying to speedrun the same strategy, with less success. Trump sent JD Vance to campaign for him recently, having somehow failed to notice that nobody in the world like JD Vance. Also, like Trump, Orbán is an ally of Putin who's blocked aid to Ukraine and caused turmoil throughout Europe. This is a great day for a lot of people and a bad day for some very bad people. Orbán is a very bad person - but again, he did concede the election on the same night. Trump still hasn't conceded the election from over five years ago. Trump is a worse person, and I'm just grateful he has a lot less time (both in office and on this Earth). This is an op-ed I recently sent to the Salt Lake Tribune, which I'm publishing here and now because, predictably enough, they didn't. In January 2025, in response to the re-election of the most xenophobic American president in a century, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints issued another brief, unsigned statement reiterating its nuanced stance on immigration. “We follow Jesus Christ by loving our neighbors,” it said. “The Savior taught that the meaning of ‘neighbor’ includes all of God’s children.” Around that same time, in one of my Signal chats, I also suggested protesting the church's silence at General Conference. I hoped someone more experienced would run with the idea so I didn't have to do the work, but I was willing to do the work if I had to. It got some interest, but not enough to encourage me to persist after someone brushed it aside to talk about the NIck Shirley protest at the Draper aquarium instead. I kid you not, a couple of weeks later, the same guy suggested the same idea. I'm not mad. Whatever it takes is fine by me. Then some women took over the planning, made it into a protest against the church's sex abuse cover-ups, and said that the men were welcome to participate but the focus needed to remain on them. I felt that this topic would be less timely and effective than one tied into the current national political situation, but of course I still supported it. I encouraged everyone to keep it respectful, not because the church deserves respect but because triggering its members' persecution complex would be counterproductive. We were all on board with that. The other guy still backed out after he became too concerned about alienating his Mormon parents. I didn't worry about that because my Mormon parents alienated me years ago. By most measures, frankly, the protest was a flop. We ran out of time to make signs beforehand. Some people showed up to the rendezvous point late, so the Mormons attending conference were inside by the time we reached Temple Square. We just walked up to the Capitol in Handmaid's Tale robes with no signs. It wasn't originally part of the plan for me to wear one, but we had an extra after a woman had to back out, and walking to the Capitol in it was much less embarrassing than walking to the rendezvous point in a suit on conference day and making people think I was Mormon. Waiting for the bathroom in the gift shop was a little weird, but I survived. So anyway, I don't think we accomplished much, but people took notice of us and I had a great time with my friends, and that's important too. I also made a new friend while i was waiting at the rendezvous point for the late people. Some nice random woman sat by me, complimented my suit, chatted about her life, and showed me things from her backpack - a very interesting poem, her favorite book (which used to be an overdue library book), and two pictures (one on each side of the paper) that she let me keep. I love people like her who are kind and intelligent but just don't understand that it's weird to discuss random things with strangers. She may have been homeless, but she said her boyfriend designed video games, so hopefully that keeps them afloat, unless she made that up, which she might have because I couldn't find the game she told me about - Ring Quest, a game about a cat who's searching for a wedding ring and knows that he's in a video game. I couldn't find her zine, "Jewish Cocaine," either, but that might plausibly just not be on the internet. Bummer. At least I have these cool pictures. Oh yes, and after our protest, a woman with no shoes approached us in the parking lot, sobbing, breathing hard, and telling us that she'd been framed for murder and every cop in the city was looking for her. She wanted to go to her uncle's house so he could say she'd been there the whole time. We took her to the general area she said her uncle lived in so she could go sleep off whatever she was on. So once again, this was a very worthwhile experience.
Oh yes, I suppose today is Easter. Naturally, after another protest today against the Supreme Court legalizing verbal conversion "therapy" because First Amendment rights somehow trump professional standards of conduct, I'll celebrate in my usual manner by getting high at home by myself. Respectfully, THC has blessed my life more than Jesus ever did. I had a marvelous time at the No Kings protest yesterday, of course, but not as marvelous as this evening at Liberty Park, where I gathered with friends and acquaintances to celebrate someone's birthday by destroying a piñata shaped like an ICE agent. This was near the drum circle, an amazing weekly celebration I just found out about where people drum in a circle. The park is huge, the crowd is huge, and it gives off the "cool multicultural city" vibe that my previous hometowns never have. I'm sure half the people there were on drugs, and I intend to be on drugs there too at some point, though I'm taking a break from that stuff for a few weeks so I don't fry my brain. Anyway, several people noticed what we were doing and loved it. They laughed, they cheered, they took pictures, they got in line to take swings at it. I didn't get to swing because I let everyone go ahead of me because I loved seeing them have fun. There was enough stuff inside for everyone, and without being greedy, I scored a granola bar, a papaya, a few Hi-Chews, an "Abolish ICE" pin, and a Ruth Bader Ginsberg T-shirt. I love how this turned into a community event. I love how complete strangers had their day brightened. This picture doesn't even show all the people who were there. I had such a great time that I completely forgot about getting raped when I did my taxes this morning because I have a contract job. It was also an uplifting reminder that as much as things suck right now, the United States is not a full totalitarian state yet. That's not for lack of trying, of course, and it's not to deny that things suck. ICE agents are terrorizing communities and violating people's constitutional rights with near impunity. Still, nobody arrested us for laughing as we beat an effigy of one to death. The orange taint would love to have people thrown in prison for things like that, but he can't, just like he couldn't cancel Jimmy Kimmel for mocking him, execute Democratic senators for reminding the military not to obey illegal orders, or rig all the elections since 2024 where his party has gotten curb-stomped, including just a few days ago in his own home district in Florida. He acts as if he already has unlimited power, and he does a lot of damage and gets away with a hell of a lot more than he should, but the checks and balances are still holding him back and making him look stupid. So don't lose hope, and don't freak out about him canceling the midterms. He can't do that.
Speaking of Republicans cheating because that's the only way they can maintain power, their embarrassing campaign to repeal Utah's anti-gerrymandering law failed again this week. This law was passed by voters in 2018 through Utah's referendum process, and it would have forced the legislature to draw fair maps so that Salt Lake City's substantial Democrat population wasn't split across four districts, but the legislature refused to do that, and eventually a judge approved a map for them, and they complained that the judge wasn't allowed to do that, and the judge said she wouldn't have had to do that if they'd done it like they were supposed to, and the Utah Supreme Court upheld that, so the legislature used our tax dollars to hire people from out of state to gather signatures for a referendum to let voters decide whether to repeal the legislation they already voted for. There have been many documented instances of signature gatherers lying about what the referendum was for. There have been many documented instances of people discovering that someone else had signed their names to it. This referendum met the threshold of enough signatures in enough districts to put their Prop 4 repeal on the ballot, but this week, enough people had their signatures removed that it doesn't anymore. The best part is that a few years ago, the legislature made the referendum process more difficult. |
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