Fuck Schoolboard Psychos (Grant, Michigan especially)

Well this is going to be a weird one.

Am I LGBT? No. Am I a teacher? No. A student? Thankfully, no. Am I even in Michigan? No. However, a certain news article recently came to my attention and my blood is boiling. Long story short, a couple of chucklefucks in Grant, Michigan drove a teenager to tears for daring to win some highschool mural making competition and including, among other things, video game imagery and LGBT symbols.

I made the mistake of listening to the audio. I heard some kid crying. And I heard the self-righteous contempt these absolute ghouls had in their voice for her. As they all acted like medieval peasants and warned about the threat of "Witchcraft" or what have you.

One man at the meeting called the mural “hate material.”

Another adult at the meeting said, “I feel like (she) did a really good job finding excuses to defend the things you put on. None of us are that stupid.”

Reading this, I felt electricity course to my fingertips. Blood strobed through my veins like some high-pressurized geyser. I felt angry. Not just at these ghouls in particular, but at the whole umbrella of bizarre Jesus-freaks storming schoolboards to rant about whatever kind of "Cultural Marxist deepstate satanic agenda" their cornsyrup-soaked brains can imagine.

"None of us are that stupid" Fuck you. Yes you are. You're some goddamn suburbanite in the year 2022 worried about fucking witchcraft. You've managed to lobotomize yourself down to the mindset of some shit-covered German peasant in the 15th century. You're getting messages from God transmitted into your television in between ads for XXL jeans and happy hour at Applebees. You're the pigs of America greedily rolling around in the shit and muck and slurping down whatever greasy slop slithers from the Mcdonalds' truth.

It was noted that the meetings usually only have 10 people max, but a whopping 50 showed up to whine that merely seeing smiling gay people is "Anti-Christian hate" because they feel personally slighted by people now kowtowing to their ego that they cloak with the title of "god." Who knows how many of those dozens of shit-snorting jackasses actually have kids in the school, or whether they just saw the opportunity to bully a young girl and trundled into the campus to howl about their feelings.

And the thing that makes my blood boil is that none of these Jesus groupies are ever going to feel even an ounce of the terror and misery they decided to inflict on this young girl. Every single one of them is going to go home to some gaudy fucking McMansion, crank Tucker Carlson up as loud as they can, and howl that they really gave those libs what for. They'll lick their lips with a fat tongue while motorboating extra large meat-lovers pizza, and between grease filled mouthfuls they'll howl "AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME, JEEZIS?!" They're enclosed in a bubble of consumerism. One they'll only leave when they get the opportunity to hold something weak and defenseless between their sausage fingers and bully and brutalize it. All excited and powerful and hypocritically terrified of the little thing that never once harmed them.

Fuck small-town America. Fuck these Jesus freaks. Fuck every single hag and whore who storms a schoolboard meeting all fire and brimstone trying to "defend" other peoples' children by abusing them. These cunts will never experience even an ounce of the torment they inflicted on a literal child but they'll still self-righteously complain that they were victimized, they were abused, they were discriminated against. Fuck their fake evangelical god. Fuck their pastor. Fuck their whole innsmouth-like town.

To the young artist: don't let these ghouls get you down. Don't ignore them, either: crush them. Perfect your art out of goddamn spite. Paint a masterpiece of all their fears and anger and whining. And if they say you've gone too far, go farther. Never let a single one of these troglodytes have power over you. They're a bunch of goddamn vampires, and your art is the sun.