#americans
Is there anything left to learn from the news cycle anymore?
You’re either pro-totalitarianism or you’re not. periodt.
True, Trump is erratic, anti-life and anti-meaning –
but it’s never a good time to drop a piano on someone.
I was born in Paris, I enjoy dual citizenship, but I consider myself American. As a child we lived a few years (like 5th and 6th grades) in Paris and I’m living there now, attending Université Paris Cité.
My French is flawless, I dress French and act French but when Trump crazy comes up, I get looks (how do they know?), like he’s my fault or problem and for heaven’s sake I should step in and stop him.
Americans used to be looked up to - those days are over people -
we ****
It's subtle, but I get the arithmetic, there’s a calculation where my American ‘ethnicity’ (shall we say) subtracts from my opportunities, relationships and respect. Oh, my, poor me.
Peter (my bf) fake-gasps, “There’s a dent in your “pretty privilege?” (he’s so funny)
“Oh, turn it on me,” I groaned, “I’m just saying..”
That’s when he admitted that he’d sensed it too, as an American in Paris - and normally guys aren’t usually that sensitive - are they?
(sorry guys)
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Songs for this:
Deal With the Devil by The Speakeasies' Swing Band!
Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 10:38 AM UTC
“The Cold Line”
Verse 1
It was a Tuesday in Minnesota,
Grey snow piled along the curb,
The kind of cold that gets inside you
Even when you don’t say a word.
A siren cracked the quiet morning,
Coffee steamed and radios spoke,
They said another name was added
To the long list nobody wrote.
Verse 2
There was a kid late for the school bus,
A nurse just getting off her shift,
A man who’d crossed three borders
With everything he couldn’t lift.
They all stood there at the counter
Where the lottery tickets lay,
When fear came in wearing a badge
And nobody knew what to say.
Chorus
And the ice don’t care who you are,
It just freezes what it finds,
Turns a neighbor into a number,
Turns a heartbeat into a line.
And they say it’s just an order,
Say it’s written, signed, and true—
But the cold line keeps on moving
Right through me, right through you.
Verse 3
They talked about “procedure,”
Used words like “secure” and “clean,”
Said it’s safer when the lines are drawn
Between the “us” and the “them.”
But I watched a mother shaking
As they read her something fast,
And I wondered who decides which life
Gets to stay and which is past.
Verse 4
Now there’s a cross by the bus stop,
Just a scarf tied to a pole,
Flowers freezing in the twilight
Like a question with no goal.
The news moved on by Wednesday,
Found another fire to chase,
But the snow remembers everything
That disappears from a place.
Chorus
Yeah the ice don’t care who you are,
Or the promises you keep,
It don’t hear your kid say “Daddy”
In the middle of their sleep.
They say it’s not about hatred,
Say it’s just what must be done—
But you don’t need to pull a trigger
For a life to come undone.
Verse 5
I heard a vet down at the diner
Say, “That’s not what I fought for, son,”
And a preacher fold his hands and say
“We’ve forgotten we’re all someone.”
There’s a line in every winter
Where the river starts to break,
And it sounds just like a country
Making one more small mistake.
Verse 6
So if you’re reading from a paper,
If you’re knocking on a door,
If you’re just doing what they told you
Like a hundred times before—
Remember every order’s written
By a human hand somewhere,
And the cold is just a choice we make
When we stop pretending care.
Final Chorus
’Cause the ice don’t care who you are,
But I swear to God we should,
We can thaw a little mercy
In the hardest neighborhood.
There’s a warmth that’s still called justice,
There’s a line we don’t have to cross—
And it’s colder than Minnesota
When we tally up the loss.
Outro
Yeah it was Tuesday in Minnesota,
Snow still whitening the ground,
And somewhere a name is waiting
To be more than just a sound.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:53 PM UTC
It is not my people who want war,
It is these dogs
Who want to play us like pawns.
To their own ends,
They are corrupt.
They do not respect us,
Their leaders lead our politicians on.
It is not our fight, but our weapons
Off of our backs, the funds.
More money gone away to war, which
Shall never return in excess, if at all
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
It is the virtue signalers,
Any person who does not do
Exactly as they said they will
It is people who will show you a smile
Only to backtrack a mile, the very next hour
You know authentic
You know the genuine.
You know who are greedy businessmen,
Only out to fill their pockets.
You know who are too old to remain,
Any career politician.
Stack the circuits, flush the house and courts
So much blackmail and cash
You hear about it in the nightly news
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 9:35 PM UTC
Pretenden que todo está bien.
Sonríen y actúan como si no fuéramos sus esclavos.
Tienen un cuchillo, todo mientras esperan que cumplamos con sus demandas.
Pedimos cambio.
se niegan
No quieren perder el control
pero estamos cansados de los límites que nos imponen.
ya no queremos ser controlados. ¿Qué es lo que no pueden entender?
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 12:15 PM UTC
Fall in to where it can begin.
Moon phase,
Orchid days.
Sweet bliss,
Wanting nothing more than to try your American kiss.
Heatwave.
Scorching skies,
White clouds in my love disguise.
I lay wanting to heal my pain.
Moon phase.
You cry,
Tears drowning flowers that lay nearby.
You stay,
Most don’t know why.
You live a lilac lie.
You take my Moon phase,
And I want to know why.
My tides,
My waves,
Reach my shoreline.
My sand was empty,
Completely still.
Now,
The grains of sand stand by me,
Pulling me at the knees.
Moon phase,
This night.
Emptying myself solemnly to the dark starlit night.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
You can call us all, including our dog, your hero men
So when you need help quickly call 9/11
Rescue we try and save you we hope, from Gods sun filled heaven
but sometimes we lose out to the devil in this ash scattered hell
Climbing the steps and spraying the fire, that nobody's skin should've felt
Bringing you out, one by one, just hold on tight to my safety belt.
We are there to protect you, not to distress you
Dressed in blue, pistol and taser at side, all in full view
We arrest the speedsters, traffickers and all the gangsters
Let the judges decide if the sentence should incur extra time for visitors
Your lawyers, barristers and familiar jailbird friends
Will testify, use false alibi to get you off and to make amends.
We're racing to the scene with the medicine in the back
Inside bed, needles and portable CPR machine, just in case of a heart attack
We will revive the dead, patch up a sore head and even help mother with newborn
So let us through with ease and don't for a second put your hand on the horn
For one day, it might be you or your family or even a long lost friend
That is waiting for the moving medical miracle machine in the end.
We dress in disguise, mainly in tree green and dirt black
On the back of tanks, falling from the sky and we won't take any flak
We're here with orders from the guy at the top
So don't get upset at us, when we come back with a hop
We fight to protect the freedom of all mankind
Just doing our job and hoping not to leave, anybody behind.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
I listened for an error but could not find
Anything to tell me that you'd erred.
The human voices were left behind
Among the dead, the long interred.
I wondered at the worry of a bard,
Whose penchant for making mosaics
Of dead and living shards,
Might wax a bit prosaic.
But 'tis nothing too commonplace for me!
I live in such a new land.
And look back where my roots might be,
Standing on a sunlit strand
And strain my eyes for thee.
And my ancestors who, distant, pass,
Clouded with poetry and pride.
The latter mean nothing, not even my last,
Grandparents who came here and tried.
Shoemakers, firemen and their wives,
Learned to dwell in a sprawling place.
But huddled like old Celts, converted, shrived,
As Saxon fires round them paced.
But all of that ended or so we thought,
One April day on a Lexington span,
Declared was freedom and dearly bought,
And a ****** new history began.
August 7, 2012
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
The institutionalized Racism in America and inequality
is not something by chance.
When there can be persecution for
Something as Spiritual Dance.
There is a bit of unspoken truth,
one that I don't expect you to understand.
There's all evidence, there's all proof.
But no mater the devastation, we stand.
Let me take you back to a time,
to a land where proud Nations stood.
The loss of our land,
Culture is nothing short of a crime.
Our Grief and our passion is often... Misunderstood.
Walking on a trail of broken treaties
our feet bled and our hearts cried.
As they march on indifferently
while our Women and Children died.
We break away from the systems
that we're mean to divide,
reawaken the truth we all keep inside.
But no matter the destruction and devastation,
from the ashes, like a Phoenix we rise.
So my friend, regardless of the poverty within the reservation
It still will not silence our Strong Warrior's cries.
- S. Busick, R. Kayton, B. Powell, E. Sibley, 119
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Water around rocks.
Sun melting the morning dew,
A bear wets his feet.
~M. Pierce
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
*Sad clueless victims
Slaves in love with their masters
All dignity *******
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
The convinced
and the stupid:
too alike to be
accidental.
~mce
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
This is the here and now
Dog eat dog push and shove
Get out of my way
Its my way or the highway!
Too bad if you no like it fella
Pow zoom to the moon Alice!
Jealous?
I will **** your **** up cries the illiterate fool
Steal from me? It's ok I forgive karma is the law for the thieving pig!
I'm third eye open rise above it all
I laugh at it all
Been run over by fast motorcylcles
Poisened to death busted up jailed
Beaten cheated by creeps
Disowned by family
Tossed in the streets
Deception in USA
More than one can say
Avoid propaganda
Miranda rights?
We all are in the same boat
The great escape awaits us all
Headed for a humpty dumpty fall
Wall street crash smash and grab that cash
Get shot get stabbed in a crowd alone
Welcome to the xenophobic new war zone
D. Clare
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
My culture betrayed me at birth,
Abandoned me on the West Coast
And stripped the heritage from my
Rosy red tongue
the Cali sun
Kissing my ****** skin, carefully, softly,
Wrapping me in her white bed sheets
Calling me one of her own.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Aren't they supposed to be people, too?
Pigment is really that important?
They are not *****
A separate restaurant,
Drinking fountain,
Theater,
Bench,
Everything!
Because you can deal with "different" people.
They had "rights,"
But if they were considered people, the segregation would not have happened. They had no choice.
The conditions were worse.
How is that fair?
Hardly any jobs were open to them.
And I know you know exactly what I am
Talking about, but I never said once
That almost everyone called them that one despicable word:
******
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
I'm sorry but fact is fact.
Self absorbed, ignorant and arrogant products of a corrupt
and manipulative administration that promotes racism
on a level unseen before.
I speak, of course, of the "greatest" nation on the planet.
Don't get me wrong, there are so many among you who are truly
diamonds in coal or, rather I would say, ****
And if reading this makes you angry then know
I am speaking to you, specifically.
So Asians are Arabs huh?
I guess the Russians, the Europeans, South Americans,
and even the Japanese are Arabs if that's the case.
Stereotyping has always been an American past time,
but to grow ***** big enough to **** on the world? That's new.
A **** stain on your own flag, yeah, that's you.
Open that gutter you call a mouth and show us all
just how civilized and cultured you can be.
Enlighten me with the values your wonderful tyrannical
government has embodied in you.
Do they have a special 'how to be a professional racist' period
in American schools?
Did you even go to school?
Were the teachers racial ***** just like you?
If you killed a foreigner would POTUS give you a medal?
I'm surprised nobody ever commended you for your behavior,
until now.
You can call me an Arab too.
I'm pitying you because you don't know better.
Cause if you did, you'd think before you compete for the crown of
Mr/Ms RACIST.
Catch my drift?
******** have ear holes too.
Isn't that what's going through your mind right now?
Okay okay, lets chill the **** out and be straight.
The next time you take a trip to a foreign country
(*which you won't since, you think the world is full of Arabs and,
you're the ******* child of a nation that employed slaves longer
than the British ruled you while still claiming to be the land of the free*)
I hope some local feels the same way you do, about you, and beats
the ******* derogation out of you while he's planting his uncircumcised dank
in your rear end.
I pray you remember my words AND YOUR OWN.
Reflect aptly while you're taking his dunk, on how you one day decided to
**** on a world full of diverse races
who are a million times worth the person you are.
The next time you fail to recognize propaganda,
or conveniently forget to think for yourself,
ask your commander-in-chief to do a press conference.
Bet you'll join the army simply to **** anyone who's not American.
This is a cordial 'fuck you' to every condescending ******* out there.
You don't know the world,
but the world clearly knows you now.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC