I have goals. Almost completely impossible ones—the kind that demand everything from me. Time, energy, sacrifice, relentless effort. But lately, I’ve been asking myself: what’s the point?
I live in a country where college security guards are being trained like ICE agents—because the students are considered the threat. Meanwhile, the man pulling the strings has been convicted of 34 felonies.
Thirty-four.
So why shouldn’t I just rob a bank? Why am I out here trying to do the right thing when it’s clear that doing the wrong thing gets you further? Trump has made openly racist, sexist, and vile comments. He’s told the world to “grab women by the p*y.” He stripped away DEI initiatives, which were created to address the very real biases marginalized people face on campuses and in the workplace. In one move, he made it even harder for people who don’t look like him to get anywhere in life.
He’s been connected to the Epstein files. You know, the ones tied to child trafficking on a private island—but nobody seems to care. He’s been impeached—twice. He’s been accused of rigging elections. And still… people vote for him.
At this point, I have to ask: Are y’all brainwashed? Part of a cult? Or just straight-up evil?
And the biggest joke? He still talks about immigrants like they’re the problem.
We’re all from somewhere else. Unless you’re Native American, you’re standing on stolen land. So who’s the real threat?
Let me be clear: There is nothing more dangerous in this country than a bored, powerful, entitled white man who feels humiliated. History proves it. From mass shootings to economic crashes to unjust wars—the pattern is there if you’re willing to look. But people don’t want to. They’d rather wear red hats and call it patriotism.
Where’s your humanity? Your empathy?
More of us have died peacefully protesting than you have for storming government buildings.
And yet you still think you’re on the right side of history?
Make. It. Make. Sense.
Think about what this world will look like for the generation after us. Your sons, daughters, nieces, nephews—do you really want them to grow up in the rubble of one man’s ego?
Or maybe, we really are too far gone.
Echo R.S 