family day bullshit

am done. done with demonstrations. manifestations. protests. rallies. gatherings. strikes. gay prides. any kind of pride. any kind of parade and charade that involves getting on streets. and being a twat. blocking traffic and talking bullshit. until we have something real to say. something to contribute. can everyone please stay the fuk home and shut the fuk up, pipe down, work and get on with their lives? i don't need adulterous hypocrites and vatican syconphants ranting nor do i need trannies with their fake tits in my face and offensive outing and ostentatious rebuttals. am done with left or right. done until someone with a sincere heart and an agenda-free message stands up and grabs the mike. until then, am officially sitting this one out. if jesus came back and saw what was done in his name, he would never stop throwing up, woody allen once said. am sure oscar wilde would agree, after all he did say on his death bed, either i go or the wallpaper goes. his decision, then as today, would stay unaltered. he took off. the wallpaper being the world today. people today. us today.