Brodie you barrin up over here. Everything you're saying right here feels like something I've either thought, or something I've said-- I'm very much at a point where I believe we're gonna have to watch it burn to the ground before anything of worth is built out of the ashes. Crackers need at least a hundred years of humiliation before they deserve to be regarded as worthy of rejoining humanity's ranks.

Only thing I can't cosign is leaving-- my lineage comes from slaves that may have well been nameless in history's eyes for how their trails dry up. They died here with hope on their lips; if anything, I at least owe their memory a good fight rather than flight. And if I'm honest, it's not even honoring memories that's the primary driving force anymore. It's fuckin spite. I want to sit right where I'm at and watch the sons and daughters of those who enslaved and murdered my ancestors live through the collapse of all they didn't pay for. I want to watch every last iota of karmic justice land. If we can't have liberation, revenge is fine too.