Hate Cake Recipe in Current Events

Hate Cake Recipe:
5 cups of any facts
3 tsp of opinions
Moral ultimatum to taste. Personally, I go for the you’re evil if you don’t agree with me.

Combine all ingredients. Place in the public, bake it at a 3rd degree for a 30-second news segment or two minute read at an 8th-grade level. Serve the opinions up as facts to people who have confirmed biases. Just say orange guy bad and boom! Instant Democrat voter.

I can’t get these freaks on the left to look at a fact. They just want to cleave to their victimhood and virtue signalling. I had that groupthink. I had that DTS. I had that lens where I only saw a person by their race, gender and sexuality. I don’t know what I am bothering with these people. I tried everything. I spoke in meme, I tried speaking in feelings instead of facts, I put the facts right in front of their faces and still… nothing. If it doesn’t say white people bad, orange man bad, black Americans are perfect victims then it doesn’t mean anything and I’m somehow the deranged one because I cannot see how Trump and white people are racist. They can’t see through the fake news. A reporter is supposed to tell you the story, show you the data and then let you decide for yourself. That’s not at all what they do. They show a soundbite or a clip, explain what you’re missing and then tell you what to think. Leftists eat it up. This is terrifying! Absolutely terrifying. I’m ready to start recording and show what the left refuses to see. Like this for example. I sent Jenson the FBI data that showed that in 2013, out of the 2491 black Americans that were killed, 2245 of those homicides were done by other black Americans. I sent this to Jenson because he is calling black on black crime a dangerous myth. Now I’m a white supremacist sympathizer. Like, I can’t make this shit up.

Hobby aside, politics that is, working out while angry hits different. I ran 8km yesterday which is not a lot to some but that was the most I ran this year. It didn’t calm me down. I met up with Bruce and Toni to throw a frisbee around. Before that Toni treated me to Kawaii Crepe. I should have known that she was going to drag me into her existential crisis. Again! Literally, she is completely discontent with everything in her life and is taking me along for that ride. We’re supposed to move in together but she keeps going back and forth on that. No regard for how her ambivalence affects others. The change she needs is her. She has it good! It’s not the content that is fucking her up it’s the context. I can’t stomach it. I’ll have patience again when I work as a wellness coach right? I think this is part of my withdrawal from my meds. I didn’t realize how emotionally numb I was while on them. I can use this anger to make art or workout. I didn’t have any of that while on those meds. Anyway, life is my making and I don’t need to commit to this anger. I do want to use it for a workout. I should get to it. I just needed to vent.

Last updated August 28, 2020