longer.blue

To the MAGA cult members crawling onto this page like it’s a public square, a debate club, or some kind of ideological Airbnb: My page does not exist to “hear you out.” It does not exist to “engage respectfully.” It does not exist to gently hold your hand while you explain, once again, why fascism is actually just strong leadership, why misogyny is biology, why racism is realism, why religious bigotry is faith, or why you suddenly get very quiet and defensive when the word pedophilia comes up in proximity to your heroes. These are not opposing viewpoints. They are intellectual landfill. They are the rhetorical equivalent of dumping raw sewage into the comments section and then demanding applause for free speech. I am not obligated to pretend your opinions have value simply because you managed to type them. Literacy is not insight. Caps lock is not conviction. Repeating the same dumb lies louder does not magically turn them into truths. It just confirms you’ve confused volume with substance and cruelty with courage. I know many of you are bots. Some of you are troll farms. Some of you are hijacked accounts with profile photos stolen from people who would be deeply embarrassed to know what “they” have been posting. And yes, some of you are tragically, disappointingly real human beings who wake up every morning and choose this personality. There is no prize for that. My block button is not a threat. It is a hobby. It is exercised joyfully, efficiently, and without regret. I do not debate fascists. I do not reason with bigots. I do not platform cruelty. I do not coddle stupidity. I do not owe you attention, consideration, or a seat at any table worth sitting at. You are not being censored. You are being ignored, removed, and forgotten. There is a difference, and it matters far more to you than it does to me. If you feel silenced here, good. If you feel unwelcome, correct. If you feel angry, confused, or victimized, take that energy and scream it into whatever dark algorithmic echo chamber raised you. This page is not your home, your battlefield, or your redemption arc. My block list does not have limits. My patience ran out years ago. My contempt is earned. Scroll on. Or don’t. Either way, you won’t be staying. I copied this because I like it. You can too.