And now, to weaponize my oppositional defiance disorder: in Those Public Entries

Dear Diaper Don and Heineken Hegseth:

FUCK YOU, MAKE ME.

Also, I sincerely hope the 800 generals these two morons called into a loyalty test “top-secret meeting” (hey, dipshits, it ain’t top secret if you have cameras and the press there!) are planning a junta. That might be the only way to actually stop us from sliding right into the coke-fueled copulation of 1933 Germany and 1979 Iran.