06/22/2026
This is everything I want to say to my friends and family who are MAGA … but I stop myself every time. I know they cannot / will not hear the truth of it. I know they will only resent me for thinking and feeling this way about them. I can picture their faces so clearly, always filled with anger and hate. I know it would not lead any of them to re-examine their conscience, their motivations, their values or their morality. I know it would never lead to a productive conversation. I know it will not change their hearts. And that breaks my heart. Have any of us yet found a way to get through to people we love? Is there a way to get through to people who we know are so much better than what their blind acceptance of so much evil suggests about them?
Jeanne
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Let’s kill the lie once and for all.
You didn’t “own the libs.”
You didn’t trigger anyone.
You didn’t strike a blow for freedom, or honor, or truth.
You didn’t win a war.
You didn’t even show up to the battlefield.
You sat back, watched the country rot from the inside, and told yourself it was fine—so long as the people you hate were miserable, too.
But here’s the truth:
You never owned the libs.
You never will.
Because you’re not strong.
You’re not free.
You’re not rebels, warriors, truth-tellers, or defenders of liberty.
You’re just angry.
Bitter.
Lost.
And you want everyone else to feel just as hopeless as you do.
YOU CALL THAT WINNING?
You cheered when the Department of Education was gutted.
You laughed when your own kids’ schools lost federal funding.
You screamed about “indoctrination” while teachers quit in record numbers and school boards descended into chaos.
You called it “based” when the CDC collapsed under political pressure.
You mocked public health while hundreds of thousands died.
You waved signs that said “My Body, My Choice” at anti-vaccine rallies, then turned around and demanded control over women’s reproductive decisions.
You celebrated when FEMA funding was slashed—right up until a hurricane leveled your community and no one came to help.
You voted for the guys who killed your local union.
Who deregulated your drinking water.
Who let billionaires strip your town for parts.
And you clapped like trained seals because at least it made the libs mad.
You didn’t own the libs.
You torched your own damn house and dared us to call it patriotic.
YOU DON’T HATE US. YOU HATE WHAT YOU’RE BECOMING
You scream about “liberal elites,” but deep down, you know the truth:
We’re not the ones who sold you out.
We’re the ones who still believe in something.
We believe in public schools.
In public libraries.
In workers’ rights.
In healthcare that won’t bankrupt you.
In clean water, fair elections, and a livable planet.
We believe you deserve better, even when you spit in our faces.
We fight for you, even when you vote against your own damn life.
You don’t hate that. You resent it.
Because deep down, you know you gave up.
You know you traded hope for hate.
Community for conspiracy.
Democracy for delusion.
Faith for fascism.
You stopped believing in building a better country and settled for watching it burn.
You stopped fighting for your neighbors and started blaming them.
And worst of all?
You think that makes you brave.
YOU WANT PAIN. YOU JUST DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE IN IT.
You could’ve fought for universal healthcare.
You could’ve demanded living wages.
You could’ve stood up for clean air, accessible childcare, affordable housing.
Instead, you clung to the lie that someone else’s suffering was justice.
You wanted to see someone cry.
A gay kid.
A trans woman.
A Black voter.
A poor immigrant.
A college student.
A teacher.
A journalist.
A liberal.
You needed to believe that if someone else was hurting, then your own pain was justified.
That it meant you were winning.
You weren’t.
You were just bleeding from self-inflicted wounds while cheering that someone else got hit harder.
You didn’t own the libs.
You just turned your rage into a su***de pact and called it patriotism.
YOU WERE NEVER REBELS. YOU WERE ALWAYS THE FOOT SOLDIERS OF THE RICH.
You stormed school board meetings and screamed at librarians.
You mocked climate scientists while your state burned, flooded, or froze.
You posted red-hatted memes about gas stoves and light bulbs while the billionaires like Peter Thiel who fed you those talking points bought bunkers in New Zealand and left you behind.
You think you’re resisting tyranny?
You’re following it. Obeying it. Begging for it.
You say “don’t tread on me” while goose-stepping in line behind men who want to ban books, criminalize protest, and put cameras in classrooms.
You rail against “Big Government,” but only when it’s feeding hungry kids, not when it’s sending tanks to your city or banning history that makes you uncomfortable.
You shout “freedom” while building a police state around your fears.
You didn’t resist tyranny.
You cleared the path for it—and handed it a torch.
LET’S TALK ABOUT N***S
You hate being called N***s.
It offends you.
You insist you’re nothing like them.
But here’s the checklist:
Obsession with national purity?
Demonization of immigrants?
Vilifying the press?
Book bans?
Politicized religion?
Propaganda networks?
Loyalty oaths?
State-enforced culture wars?
Glorification of violence?
Scapegoating minorities?
Obsession with masculinity?
Idol worship of a single leader?
You’re not hiding from the label.
You’re running to it in slow motion with a flag and a Facebook post.
You don’t hate N***s.
You just hate being told that’s what you’ve become.
YOU NEVER OWNED THE LIBS, AND YOU NEVER WILL.
Because we never stopped fighting.
We never stopped believing.
We never gave up on the people you abandoned.
You tried to erase us.
Silence us.
Censor us.
Terrify us.
Mock us.
Bully us.
Ban us.
Burn our books.
Dox our teachers.
Raid our libraries.
Police our bodies.
Rig our elections.
And still—we’re here.
Still marching.
Still organizing.
Still voting.
Still building.
Still resisting.
Still loving.
Still refusing to break.
You never owned us.
You just embarrassed yourselves trying.
So go ahead.
Wave your flag harder.
Post your meme louder.
Buy one more bumper sticker, one more gun, one more piece of red-white-and-blue cosplay to hide the fact that you’re hollow inside.
But deep down, you know.
You never owned the libs.
You never will.
