My Utopia ⚠ TW! ⚠
A perfect, fully-functional society where everybody gets along with each other, everyone enjoying peace, happiness, and well meaning work. But first there’s the riff-raff that needs to be evaluated or eliminated. This might become a bit irreverent laced with dark humor.
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Okay, in this imaginary world there still remains problems. There are people who are willingly jobless, on disability for some reason, they leech off others, heavily drinks, ingests illicit drugs, engages in casual sex with just anybody and anything, and causes what can only be described as trailer-trash drama in whichever unfortunate neighborhood they find themselves in. Clearly, they’re in a cycle from which they cannot break free. They will be arrested and charged with crimes against humanity.*
*This can also be applied to the the son-of-a-bitch who drives 45 mph in the freeway’s fast lane. But that’s a different article.
Next, all of their rights and privileges of arrestee are revoked (e.g. no lawyer; no advocate), and placed in a rehabilitation facility. Then the patient will be given a good mix of tender, loving care, but also good old-fashioned tough love. They’re forced to see the errors of their ways; to see how ridiculous of human they have become. Granted, some genetic defects, child abuse, trauma that was not self-inflicted will be brought into consideration.
For patients, it is forbidden that they leave the premises. It is mandatory that they remain in rehab for a minimum of four years. If the 12 headmasters of the facility all agree that the patient in question is indeed improving but not ready to be let out into the world, add another four years—this person’s outlook seems promising! Plus time off for good behavior.
There will be trauma specialists, alcohol anonymous meetings, a therapist for any and all disorders all working together to help these people become a healthy, fully-functional member of society.
If it seems after four years or sooner that patients shows very little to no change in regards to proper conduct, (e.g. refuses to obey rules; smearing feces on walls; assaults—or sexually assaults—another patient or facility worker; tries to remove another patient’s or facility worker’s face with a plastic spork, etc.) it is up to the 12 headmasters of the facility to determine the patient’s outcome. They might decide to continue aiding the aforementioned patient, or not.
If it has been deemed beyond a reason of doubt that the patient refuses to abide by the facility’s rules or society’s, then straight to the crematorium!
If such people kept leading a life of misery, but suddenly realized that this might be their fate, you would see a whole lot less merry-go-round bullshit from these so-called help and crisis centers, and a whole lot more people saying “I’m willing and able, sir!”
I’m sure if this place existed would cause such a stir, they would be protesting the company day and night. But, wait... They’re only holding signs... made of wood... Essentially kindalling. Alright, bring all the protestors to the basement. It’s getting a little... chilly out there. Bring them in for some warmth.
So that’s my world. What say you?
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I wish this were hypothetical, but all of this is happening right now. Please pay attention!
The Republican party relied almost exclusively on dogmatic charisma for the past eight years, which left their base with almost no unifying policy objectives. Instead of doing the work to rally the public around popular legislation, they've chosen the lazy route of targeting random minority groups for short-term political gain.
With that in mind, one of the most effective ways to undermine attacks on trans rights may be to highlight how little time Republicans are devoting to real problems that actually affect the American public (cost of living, healthcare, housing, education, infrastructure, etc.), compared with how much time they spend hallucinating boogeymen in windmills like Don Quixote. Maybe not with that exact wording, but you know what I mean.
Republican priorities do not align with the priorities of the American people, and that is a grave vulnerability. Would be a shame if we were to endlessly mock them for being too obsessed with other people's junk to actually govern.
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Turban J.L. et al. (2020) and Green A.E. et al. (2022) are currently two of the best studies that show a clear increase in mortality due to conversion therapy, forced detransition, and/or lack of access to transgender healthcare.
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Even though I live in California...
I’m fed up with the wealthy, arrogant douchebags in the Bay Area that ride around in their Teslas, looking down at anybody who is still driving a gas-powered car.
You know what I hope? I hope it keeps raining! Not just what we are seeing now, I’m talking non-stop torrential downpours. I hope it keeps on raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining, and raining.
Then everything is mostly underwater, even all their Teslas. All their batteries are beginning to become unstable, and they start to erupt and a nuclear blast ignites because THIS IS MY DAMN STORY! And they are vaporized, and there was a restful and peaceful spirit in the air.
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