Link below. The new state religion of Wokeism on public display. This is late-Rome stuff. No nation whose rulers embrace it and citizenry tolerates it can survive.
Yet the scumbag who wrote this, his friends, and their media disciples continue to successfully peddle the fantastic lie that they're all persecuted victims.
It's over, man. The blood, toil, tears, sweat, and heroism of countless millions of unsung Americans who spent over 200 years building a great nation. They couldn't have imagined it would end like this:
>>We took a stroll down the beach, which by noon resembled Mardi Gras. Not a corporate rainbow logo or child in sight. Instead: inflatable sex dolls, dressed up and playfully tied to poles, flags that read “Do DILFS, Not Drugs,” handmade “Cock for Shots” and “Tits for Jell-O” signs. Circuit-party gays puppy-piled on enormous lounges of inflatable furniture and jammed to skanky music from generator-powered sound systems. Lesbians brought a carnival of games: dildo ringtoss, oil wrestling in inflatable pools, strip beer pong, and topless karaoke. Women kissed and scissored on beach chairs. Pasty, sunburnt boys grinded on each other, covered in oil. Trans men sunbathed in chest binders and trans women smoked joints surrounded by adoring baby gays. Nonbinary people strutted in Fenty swimsuits, and men played swords peeing in the dunes near an HIV testing truck.
Cars were parked all along the shore, some with the engines running, towels over the windows. They rocked gently. As the sun started to set, drunk men gathered in clusters for circle jerks. An easy-to-spot single police cruiser passed up and down the beach behind the campsites, driven by a young officer trying to keep his eyes on the road. We watched him far into the distance as my group lined up to show our dicks to a ginger man in exchange for Jell-O shots that tasted like cough medicine. We had all made an unspoken agreement: F--k DeSantis, f--k the culture wars, and more importantly, f--k each other.<<
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Yet the scumbag who wrote this, his friends, and their media disciples continue to successfully peddle the fantastic lie that they're all persecuted victims.
It's over, man. The blood, toil, tears, sweat, and heroism of countless millions of unsung Americans who spent over 200 years building a great nation. They couldn't have imagined it would end like this:
>>We took a stroll down the beach, which by noon resembled Mardi Gras. Not a corporate rainbow logo or child in sight. Instead: inflatable sex dolls, dressed up and playfully tied to poles, flags that read “Do DILFS, Not Drugs,” handmade “Cock for Shots” and “Tits for Jell-O” signs. Circuit-party gays puppy-piled on enormous lounges of inflatable furniture and jammed to skanky music from generator-powered sound systems. Lesbians brought a carnival of games: dildo ringtoss, oil wrestling in inflatable pools, strip beer pong, and topless karaoke. Women kissed and scissored on beach chairs. Pasty, sunburnt boys grinded on each other, covered in oil. Trans men sunbathed in chest binders and trans women smoked joints surrounded by adoring baby gays. Nonbinary people strutted in Fenty swimsuits, and men played swords peeing in the dunes near an HIV testing truck.
Cars were parked all along the shore, some with the engines running, towels over the windows. They rocked gently. As the sun started to set, drunk men gathered in clusters for circle jerks. An easy-to-spot single police cruiser passed up and down the beach behind the campsites, driven by a young officer trying to keep his eyes on the road. We watched him far into the distance as my group lined up to show our dicks to a ginger man in exchange for Jell-O shots that tasted like cough medicine. We had all made an unspoken agreement: F--k DeSantis, f--k the culture wars, and more importantly, f--k each other.<<
Ron DeSantis Thinks He Has Florida in a Chokehold. Gays Have Other Ideas.
We have sex, we fight back, and we have sex even louder.
