"Senator Credit Card", "Uncle Joe" - the ruler that liberals swore would end the horrors of trump - has improved on trump's supervillain numbers.
It rhymes with the last few stanzas, like how Obama proved more capable at the game of evil than W could ever have become, how Clinton was hailed as a "refreshingly progressive democrat" while he laid the groundwork for modern USA fascism.
This is what liberals want. They want the white fascism every bit as much as their maga counterparts. They're better at making it into reality. They're better at quelling dissent.
They liked it when Clinton was more horrible than HWBush. They are still very proud of Obama's acumen in getting more Republican stuff done than any repub could have dreamed of.
Now, they don't protest things done by Biden that they'd've absolutely flagellated themselves over under Trump.
biden cages more kids, urges for cops to step up the killing, and seems to be using covid as a tool for genocide. they're comfortable enough to criticize people for not supporting the POTUS enough.
It's tempting to think "liberals just didn't understand Joe Biden's career" but what is the evidence? They did know what they were buying, and they're clearly satisfied with the purchase today.
Continuing to cooperate with the USA corporation is masochistic and suicidal.
All this "voting is so important more now than ever" shit is cowardly, and evil, but most importantly it's just idiotic.
my main advice for writing an enemies to lovers relationship is to resist the urge to make the characters' loathing and attraction mutually exclusive opposing forces. it's okay if they're getting weirdly into it and having Thoughts whilst also sincerely wanting to kill each other with hammers.
Oh my god why did it just now register to me that that’s like. Their first moment of really bonding with each other. They both died and realized how fucked up their perspective afterlives were, came back traumatized, and that’s like. Forever their first bonding moment as friends. Wild.
"Basically what happens is, Grace and Max are right about to win. They're right about to do it. And then, there's a groaning. In the floorboards. Suddenly, the staircase gives out beneath Grace and Max, and they fall through the floors. They fall stories. Pieces of wood shove through their chests, and they both are killed."
"But keep this in mind, nothing truly dies in the Waylon house. Grace and Max become ghosts, and they're off doing whatever, but they're no longer involved in the tournament."
So.. that Pit Stop in Hatchetfield tag team deathmatch huh.