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Sunday, December 21st, 2025
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| 3:55p | Reparations America needs reparations for the teenage trans girls who were denied puberty blockers, leading to irreversible male features and mental issues. The reparations should be large enough to compensate for plastic surgeries and decades of gender-dysphoria related unemployment. The trans children situation is better to be seen through the prism of conservatives taking away a violin from a child prodigy, insisting that their talent is elsewhere, yet the child prodigy failed to develop any other talents outside of music, while losing the opportunities in music, so now the people taking away the violin should be held accountable and provide for that person. I.e. the trans girl failed to man up, and now can't function properly, so who will pay for that? It is typical lost profits situation. And if there can be lawsuits due to lost profits, then this case is as good as it gets. Actor A willfully impedes actor B profiting from B's talent, meaning all the profit B loses are to be attributed to A. E.g. B as a teenager strives to be an escort model girl, but A takes away B's puberty blockers, which makes B fail the model casting with an escort agency, as a result B suffers millions of lost income, becomes depressed, unemployed and loses any future employment opportunities. In effect B is crippled for life. The only just decision would be now forcing A to support B financially, since A's actions led to B's immense suffering. Current Mood:  contemplative |
| 7:54p | Tore those pages *(Verse 1 – Fast, gritty guitar riff, shouted vocals)* Locked up for lovin' on the street, Trans queen in chains, feelin' the heat. Cops and courts, they call it a sin, But I'm fabulous, baby, let the games begin. Asked for a Bible, said I need to pray, Guard smirks and hands it over anyway. Tore those pages, holy words in shreds, Stitched 'em up into a dress that turns heads! *(Chorus – Loud, anthemic, with crowd chants)* Sexy Bible gown, struttin' in my cell! Bigots rage, screamin' straight to hell! But I don't give a fuck, Satan's got my back, Haters gonna hate, that's a fact! Rip it up, flip it off, live my truth so bold, Tomorrow the Quran's turnin' gold – origami unfolds! *(Verse 2 – Faster tempo, pounding drums)* Preachers poundin' fists, callin' me a freak, Holy rollers cryin', faces turnin' bleak. "Blasphemy!" they howl from their ivory towers, While I'm dancin' in lace, countin' down the hours. Pages flutter like confetti in the night, My prison palace, sparklin' under light. No gods, no masters, just me and my fire, Satan whispers secrets, takin' me higher! *(Chorus – Even louder, mosh-pit energy)* Sexy Bible gown, struttin' in my cell! Bigots rage, screamin' straight to hell! But I don't give a fuck, Satan's got my back, Haters gonna hate, that's a fact! Rip it up, flip it off, live my truth so bold, Tomorrow the Quran's turnin' gold – origami unfolds! *(Bridge – Slow build-up, then explosive breakdown)* They tried to break me, chain my soul so tight, But I'm unbreakable, glowin' in the night. From street corners to these iron bars, I'm the revolution, shootin' for the stars. Holy books? Just paper for my art, Tear 'em down, rebuild from the heart! *(Outro – Repeat chorus fade with screams)* Haters gonna hate... Satan's on my side... Bible dress forever, in rebellion we ride! Current Mood:  amused |
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