#secondcivilwarletters trending on twitter

As if no one can see this is a kike trick just like the first civil war.

July 3rd 2018-

Dear father and father,

I write to you in a time of turmoil. It was but a week ago our forces were in high morale having gained control of the final burrough. The enemy was no match for our forces as we outnumbered them 18-1. They retreated across the hudson and we celebrated in such a manner as you have described in your youthful tales from fire island. If only it would have lasted. We awoke the following morning to news the enemy had blockaded the harbor. Many soldiers began to suffer from a dire physical sickness as the blockade has cut off our supply of beta blockers and estrogen tablets. To make matters worse the enemy is armed with high capacity assault rivals and Our generals do not believe we should carry weapons. I do not know how we will win this war.

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So they're LARPing about fighting a civil war after they got their asses handed to them in a fist-fight.
What do they think will happen in a war?

April 2nd, 2022
It happened. They struck while we were dilating. The horror. The blood. The screams of agony as invasive objects plunged into our open flesh. And then the bullets started flying.

"When they finally legalized hemp, we didn't realize it was to make the rope being used to hang us all."

That the US Army will fight their battles for them.

July 4th, Year of Their Shitlord Trump

Dearest Cats, of which whom I treat as my children,
Today was the first day of war, and the challenge was ever prevalent. My healthy body struggled with the stairs, but I finally made it down only to find I could not fit through the door. Luckily for me my vibrant hair alerted another passerby that was with our cause. He was out patrolling leaving his wife in the service of another man and helped squeeze me through the Nazi trap. However, he looked at me for too long, a criminal act of rape in these times, and I was forced to shrill at him until he killed himself under the war time laws of #MeToo.
"War is hell". I don't know who said that, because they aren't on my Twitter followers, but such wisdom could only come from a gender queer foxkin that has experienced dissenting opinions online.
I must stop writing, as my arm is heavy and my heart enlarged too much to expend such energy. Tonight I will sleep where I fell, outside my apartment complex next to the rapist.
Tomorrow I will try to push forward after second breakfast.

is where I started losing it.

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Day Two

The rapist's wife's son came looking for him, as his mother wished to leave him for a man named Tyrone. I informed him of where his body was. He shrugged and asked if I had his wallet. I did not, but only because another man named Tyrese had taken it in the night.
My objective is to make myself to the local college, which has been repurposed as a Safe Space and is impenetrable due to it being a Gun Free Zone. The Nazis have not yet figured out that by declaring an area Gun Free they can no longer shoot us there, and when such a concept makes sense to them they will feel foolish for shooting so many of us in them already.
I believe I am 3 days (a long 3 miles) away from the sanctuary. I must time it right, because there are only 2 McDonalds between here and there and food is becoming a serious concern. I only hope my benefits card still works in these times, if not I may have to use my survival training I obtained in Women's Studies years ago.

Write a whole diary like this, like a month's worth. It's great stuff.

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This is brilliance.

just fucking wew