Reblogging Marc-Anthony Macon, open letter to conservatives

 

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE 3 OR SO CONSERVATIVES THAT STILL FOLLOW ME 

[TLDR: I am asking if you are lonely and if we can help you a bit with that.]...

Forcing some facts down MAGA throats

 

Look, here's the thing.

There are gay men. They love other men, and they sometimes marry.
There are gay women. They love other women, and THEY sometimes marry.
And there are straight people of both "main" genders, they love the opposite sex, and yep, sometimes they marry.

Some of the aforementioned gay folks are celebrities of one sort or another. Music, acting, writing, etc.

Narrowing down on the writers, many writers today not only publish books, but maintain blogs, Facebook and Xitter accounts, Substacks, and more. When a person begins following that writers page, they have volunteered to be exposed to what that writer puts on that social media account.

So signing up to read posts from "Don'tCrossAGayMan" and then complaining because Misha regularly mentions his husband, and saying he is shoving his lifestyle down the complainant's throat. Because as soon as somebody signs up, Misha hacks their network so that they can ONLY see his homosexual, rainbow tinted, Twinkie posts, most of which are not gay specific, they're about being KIND.

FFS. Nobody dragged these people in. Nobody is sitting on them to keep them in the group. They did this shit THEMSELVES. And the writer isn't describing the blow job he gave his husband the night before. He simply mentioned that he HAS a husband.

I wish I was gay. I would totally shove it down people's throats. I would be the world's butchest Lesbian, wearing the teeshirt with the double female sign and sneering in disgust at every straight person or male person that I see, provided they are also a closed minded asshat MAGA jerk.

That would be loads of fun!

THE “TOLLWAY OF DOUBLETHINK" (Reblog: Robert Hawks)

I was walking this morning, turning over yesterday’s little political vaudeville act in my head, Donald Trump stepping out with great fanfare to announce that, in the spirit of lowering your Thanksgiving grocery bill, he’s rescinding tariffs on agricultural imports.

Touching, right? 

Discovering the News of the Day and Ditching the TV

Apollo 11 takeoff

As a kid, I didn't pay a lot of attention to the news, even though it was the sixties and seventies, and a hell of a lot of history was happening.

The first major event I remember was the moon shot. Not the landing, the takeoff. My Dad told me to pay attention and remember this, because it was history. I didn't even know what history was. I was four and a half. The smoke and speed of it all amazed me. We watched it on our neighbor's big black and white TV. Looking at color photos now, I think that that would have absolutely blown my preschool mind!

SIgns of Romance Scammers

Disclaimer: A fair bit of this was written by Microsoft Copilot AI  (the warning signs), but the information is solid. A fair bit of it is also by me. It is a mixture, and it is worth reading if you have an online presence.

Romance scammers aren’t looking for love; they’re hunting for vulnerability wrapped in hope. These digital con artists craft fake personas, often charming, successful, and conveniently far away, and deploy them across dating apps, social media platforms, and even gaming communities. Their goal isn’t connection; it’s control. Once they’ve hooked a target emotionally, they pivot to manipulation, often spinning elaborate tales of emergency, tragedy, or opportunity that require urgent financial help.

Scammers profile potential victims with surgical precision. They look for signs of loneliness, recent loss, or emotional openness. Public posts, dating bios, and comment threads become reconnaissance zones. Widowed, divorced, or newly single individuals, especially those expressing a desire for companionship, are prime targets. The scammer’s playbook is adaptive: they mirror interests, mimic emotional cadence, and escalate intimacy fast, all while steering the conversation away from video calls or in-person meetings.

In this article, we discuss warning signs of romance scammers, and how to avoid them.

Reblog: Jeffries absolutely verbally SLAYS Lawler!

From Occupy Democrats, who gave blanket permission for this to be shared widely:

BREAKING: House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries VERBALLY DISMEMBERS a MAGA congressman for ambushing him in the hallway: "Did your boss, Donald Trump, give you permission?"

And he was just getting warmed up. This is exactly the kind of humiliation that these Republican cowards deserve...

A perfect afterlife for scummy people

I do not believe in heaven or hell or reincarnation. A friend on Facebook who is a Jew was wishing that Judaism had the concept of hell, so that people like Charlie Kirk or Donald Fucking Trump would face eternity in it for the harm they did in life.

Somebody commented that it would be better if they were reincarnated as good people who knew right from wrong and used that knowledge to better the world.

If it were possible, I would far rather they were reincarnated as mosquitos and were splatted for about 150 lifetimes, then they can come back as a cockroach, splat. Then a rat, and all kinds of vermin like fleas and head lice and pubic lice and killed over and over again. (This is your cue to click the read more link!)..

Info for New Facebook Friends

I am posting this on my blog and linking it from my Facebook About section, because they do not show my pinned post (which is set to public) to people who are not on my friend list, for some reason. It's fucking ridiculous. If you are reading this, have a Facebook account, and would like to get to know me there, please read this, and if it doesn't send you screaming in the other direction, drop me an email at bubblybackwash@gmail.com and I'll peep your FB profile and probably add you.

What You’re Getting Into

I’m Jenn. Disabled, autistic, and stacked with enough diagnoses to make a med student cry. I’m a fierce LGBTQIA+ ally, a Mama Bear to my biological, adopted, and chosen kids, and if you mess with them, I will go full medieval on your ass.

This blog bitchslaps fascists, celebrates sexual freedom, and does not cater to minors or MAGA cultists. If you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, or just generally a bigoted pinecone, get the hell out. My people have survived enough.

I write what I feel, say what I think, and don’t give a damn if it offends you. The internet has a back button. Use it. I don’t care what your god, your president, or your pastor thinks. Love is love. Black lives matter. And the misogynist and racist asshole St. Paul can take a hike.

What I Don’t Tolerate

• MLM parasites and religious spam. Don’t pitch me your “Boss Babe” garbage or try to save my soul. I’m not buying your products and I’m not converting, keep it on your own page, and out of my PMs. Seriously. Spamming me with MLM shit or holy roller evangelism of any stripe is an immediate block.

• Comment drama. Take your petty fights elsewhere. This is my house, not your battleground.

• Scammers and catfishers. I’m poor, married, and not falling for your Jason Momoa cosplay. Blocked.

• Content theft. Ask before you copy and repost to your own feed. Because my posts are friend-locked, Facebook sharing will ONLY show the post you share to my friend list who are on YOUR friendlist, so really, it's not very useful. Memes are fair game, take what you want. My original and artwork writing is not, hyou need to ask.

The Rules (Because Assholes Ruin Everything)

• I swear. I fucking swear a motherfucking LOT. If you can't fucking handle that, don't fucking bother being here. I will not fucking censor myself for a fucking snowflake who can't handle naughty motherfucking words. Deal with it, or fuck off. Feel free to swear when commenting here, but don't be an ass. Those are your options. Period. Also, Tits.

• Don’t insult my friends. Don’t bicker in the comments.

• Don’t steal my shit. It’s copyrighted. Share under Creative Commons with credit and a link.

• Break the rules and I will absolutely mock you publicly and block you permanently.

Final Word

I’m crusty, rude, and unapologetically me. But I’m also loyal, protective, and trying to leave something real behind. If you can handle that, buckle up. It’s not smooth. It’s not pretty. But it’s one hell of a ride.

FUCK TRUMP AND ALL OF MAGA!