Stop waiting for permission. Jesus. H. to the Christ. Enough already! Don't stay quiet. Speak up!
Stop waiting for somebody to give you fucking permission.
Here’s your permission: you need to go right now.
I grant you your permission…Now & Forever. But you gotta hold up your end of the deal—you gotta go right fucking now.
STOP waiting for some dumbass to give you permission to go. Stop that! Just GO! You’re needed now more than ever.
I see & hear so many of you out there with your excuses to not beginning the Creative enterprise. . .The timing’s not right. My kid has her thing. My spouse will not support it. What will the fucking neighbors think if I do this?
Any of these sound familiar?
I gotta say it: fuck the neighbors! What have they done for you lately, anyway?
Let me be perfectly clear: nobody’s paying attention to you. Nobody’s paying attention to you. Nobody’s paying attention to you.
Nobody’s paying attention to you. No one knows you. No one.
No one knows me. And? So what? I’m going anyway.
Hey, Everybody: hold my beer & watch this!
Florida Man’s famous last words…
Listen, to reiterate, we live in the land of opportunity.
WE CAN DO ANYTHING WE WANT HERE so long as it doesn’t negatively impinge upon other people’s rights & liberties.
All me to repeat that: We can do anything we want here.
Yes: Welcome to the fucking United Free States of America! YES! Welcome!
And, more specifically, Welcome to Motherfucking Las Vegas, Friend!
Do you realize what this means?!
It means we get to charge you $1,000 + tip just for that fabulous introduction…
It means we can start a business.
It means we can become a freelance stylist.
It means we can start a Metal band and play wherever the fuck we want to.
It means we can talk shit about the government & get away with it.
It means we get to hold the stupid fucking government accountable along with its motherfucking bought-off, corrupt, dick-sucking politicians! These people are NOT our leaders. They are bought & paid for by Big Corporate interests in order to do their bidding—not ours! Fucking stop it! I see you…I see you…
It means we can start shit-talking Substacks like
, , & while the dear lord Satan She-Devil Herself blesses us to do so.Here she is. Just a reminder: she is with us. Always. Forever & Ever. Amen.
It’s best to keep her on your side. Trust me on this.
If you don’t do what you said you would do, she will fuck you up.
Remember: women have been holding men accountable since the beginning of time. They have to. It’s the main thing.
Without women holding men accountable, all men are forever living in mom’s basement, covered in Cheeto dust, drinking Mountain Dew and playing video games all night long for the rest of their pathetic, tiny lives.
Calling all Men worldwide: please, do all us Hot Girls a favor & WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!
Please.
And please stop playing fucking video games. You’re 45 now, not 15. Wake-up & go do some interesting shit with your life so that when you have the guts to actually talk to a girl, she might find you just barely, tolerably interesting. . .
Well, it’s important to live congruently. Do what you say you’re gonna do.
Life in America also means we can forever slam our collective father figures without fear of reprisal. Fuck these people! Bad boss? Fuck you! Bad politician? Fuck you, too, fucker! Bad dad? Yep, you better believe FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW!
Yes, you get to say this here. What a relief it is to finally call a spade a fucking spade!
SPEAK UP! Say what you see. Speak the Fuck UP!
Speak up. Finally. Endlessly. Forever speak up.
Do exactly the opposite of what these fascists fucktards want: We Speak Up!
Be the Hot Girl holding these motherfuckers accountable. Do what Stormy Daniels could not: Speak Up!
Silence is violence.
Shall I continue? Oh, I’m just getting fucking started…
She-Devil’s Blessings upon you.