Rev. Dare Cloud's Blog, page 116
November 6, 2024
Breathe. Just like last time.
Now that the dust has settled, I can’t help but think I was duped into giving a damn five years ago. This coworker bitched me out for not caring about politics. Remind me to roll over tonight and give that chick a stern talking to. It’s an expression. I really didn’t plan on speaking to […]
It has begun.
Im sitting at an In n Out Burger in Dallas next to Love Field airport. All the “Joe Rogan bro’s” are here getting their grub on sporting brand new Trump hats. They are all also wearing jackass smiles, being loud about their victory, and treating everyone else around them like shit. It’s getting harder and […]
America…
I can’t help but feel your mask slipped a bit last night. I was under the impression that we lived in a country wanting to promote safety, love, happiness, and acceptance. Instead, a multiple felon rapist racist just stepped back into the White House with a “naughty list.” A lot of people are about to […]
November 5, 2024
Erection Night
But is it a typo? After ten years of his voice, his face, & his rhetoric, I’ll sport wood if she gets to slap his weird ass back to where he came from. That’s just my feelings on the matter. Feel free to react according to yours.
Morning Covfefe
A snippet of the morning’s TikTok livestream
November 4, 2024
Taste of Home Trilogy
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Last Meal
If you’re an American, you’ll more than likely have somewhat of a guess who the next president of the United States will be by this time tomorrow. After that, it’s no longer in our hands. Months and months of legal idiocy, on both sides, are in our futures. Stop. No. They’re not. You and I […]
We’re Here.
The lemmings approach the cliff’s edge. A healthy mix of eighties “Hands Across America” good intentions and “Human Centipede” horror. I’m jumping back and forth between meh and petrified. Its nauseating ebb and flow unmatched by any theme park contraption born of human lunacy. What changes? The confines of my own power can be described […]
