Now What?

I know this is a music blog, but let’s be real: it was made with an obvious political bias. I did not want some asshole billionaire deciding my content was all of a sudden offensive and force me to stop. Getting off social media was, and remains, the easiest way to do that.

But it was also because I didn’t want to have to censor this type of content just because our New Founding Fathers found it offensive. And unfortunately, that’s the path America overwhelmingly chose on election day.

I don’t know what to do, but I do know I don’t want to be silent. And this is the only outlet I have. So bare with me. Bare with me as a straight white male with a small business tells you why I’m terrified.

I’m terrified that multiple of my female friends or family members will die next year once the MAGA abortion ban takes effect, outlawing any and all life saving medications and surgeries because AbOrTiOn.

I’m terrified I’ll lose friends who don’t identify as straight and/or white through MAGA supported lynchings.

I’m terrified that those bomb threats at children’s hospitals and elementary schools will now become real because how dare places try and give trans kids a safe place to exist.

I’m terrified the MAGA tariffs will make it impossible for me to get a new car when mine inevitably breaks. And thanks to our public infrastructure not existing, I won’t be able to make it to work anymore since my work is impossible to do remotely.

I’m terrified that healthcare will only be something that the Parasitic billionaire class can afford and that next time I break a bone, I’ll have to either live with it or go into bankruptcy.

I’m terrified that a cop might see me in a pink Aqua shirt and decide to murder me because only gay people wear pink Aqua shirts.

I’m terrified that police and priests will be patrolling our schools and assaulting, sexually or otherwise, the children.

I’m terrified that the courts will be stacked with judges who only answer to gOd or whomever bribes them more, depending on if they’re feeling religious or like they want a new vacation.

I’m straight up terrified my business will go under because it relies on public education funding and disposable income.

I’m terrified as a straight white small business owning male. Imagine people who aren’t and what they must be going through.

But being terrified is useless unless it results into action:

1. Now, more than ever, minority communities need our support. It’s not time to hide your gay pride shirts or BLM hats; in fact, it’s time to proudly display that shit just so minorities, whether trans or black or female, know they have support.
2. Eat healthy. Not just to keep you out of the hospitals, where money will be the deciding factor whether you live or die, but to help you punch a Nazi MAGA should the need arise. Doritos might be good, but they’re much more expensive than fruits, veggies, legumes, beans, rice, off-cuts, etc, that can be bought for $20 total and last you a week or more. I get it, it’s tough to eat on a diet, but as someone who used to be obese, I promise you your taste buds will change. Earn your cheat meals until you realise they taste like shit.
3. Speaking of obese, become fit. Push ups are free. Sit ups are free. Parking at the end of the parking lot equates to free steps. Stairs exist where escalators and elevators do. There’s a lot of passive shit you can do to boost your fitness for when you inevitably need it. Again, I used to be obese, but thanks to diet and initially body weight exercise, I’m now just a fat ass.
4. Self sufficiency. Growing fruits and veggies is tough – I’ve tried. But I’m not giving up. Solar panels? You can buy cheap hiking setups. Blankets upon blankets to keep warm in winter. Because you really think the Orange Cheeto is going to protect our grid? Lol!

And then waiting it out. Unfortunately, it seems Americans want the above because they overwhelmingly voted in favour of it. But fortunately, maybe enough leopards will eat enough faces, for lack of a better term, to change the tide for good. Unless you want to teeter on the brink of America’s death every 4 years, this cancer needs to kill itself. And maybe that opportunity is now.

And I know this site won’t stop. I don’t care if blogging about Spice Pistols gets me labeled a pedophile and put on death row because that’s literally what Americans voted overwhelmingly for. I can either die fighting or kill myself wishing I had.

But either way, I’m dead.