Right on the cusp of sleep, warm and cozy and drifting off....
Haha, not happening
I'm an American Caucasian heterosexual male and make more than twenty grand a year.
Therefore, according to pretty much everybody that isn't republican (God help you) everything wrong in the world is my fault.
So sleep is a luxury.
Let's proceed down the strangely hate filled and guilt slinging reactionary list.
American: invades whoever we want for whatever we want, whenever we want. We'll bomb you back to the stone age and then station fifty thousand ***** dudes with guns in your capitol and force feed you Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Caucasian: I may say I hate racism in all it's disgusting forms, but in reality I'm just lying because I want to buy your sister and **** her because I have daddy issues and think ****** was a God.
A dude who likes chicks: I only pretend to be a gentleman and sensitive because it gets me in between hott hipster girls thighs, but actually ****** is just another commodity to be sold.
I make over minimum wage: I don't really have to scrape to pay my bills, I just live above my means with money I didn't actually make, at a job I don't deserve.
The point being that I can't sleep because I can't decide whether to believe what I'm told, what I've seen, or what I actually think is true.
Oh, btw I am all of the aforementioned, but I've also never shot an unarmed Muslim kid, or ***** a drunk co-ed because she really wanted it, or bought another human being.
In point of fact, people like me are kinda despised by everybody, since the white supremacist bigot bible thumpers accuse us of betraying them and their true calling, and everybody else thinks we're just going with the flow of progressivism because we don't have the ***** to be open about wanting to buy young Thai girls and force them into a brothel.