Wearing Another Man's Face

Here’s something people don’t talk about enough:

Public opinion shifts like weather, but somehow people keep driving straight into the same damn storm.

They wear his face on their T-shirts, his name on their hats, their trucks, their front yard signs-

and it’s not even a presidential election year.

They treat him like a deity, a brand, and a personality cult all rolled into one-

and I’ll be honest: I don’t get it.

Personally? I think I own exactly one thing with a person's face on it.

That would be Prince.

Because, I mean... Prince.

I’d also have Bowie. RBG. Mother Teresa.

But this?

This is something else.

Serious cult-level bullsh*t.

I’ve never seen one human being so intensely propagandized-

and the fans show no signs of tiring.

No matter how many daily hurdles, economic shocks, or literal crimes his behavior causes,

they remain ride-or-die.

The guy is basically a human meme:

rambling, nonsensical, improvisational fiction sold as God's Truth.

And yet, he’s somehow the main character in the lives of millions.

And that’s where the danger creeps in.

Because I can’t predict them anymore.

I used to be able to scan a person and get a read:

a look, a vibe, a quick instinct.

Now?

There’s a whole demographic of people whose behavior is so emotionally tied to this one figure,

it’s become impossible to anticipate what they’ll say or do.

That unpredictability isn’t just unsettling-

it’s life-threatening, depending on where you live.

You will be judged by them based on whatever their hero said is bad this week,

and it's near impossible to keep up with that list.

I used to feel comfortable just being around someone who looked like me:

tattoos, bright hair, un-capitalist with snacks and coffee.

Now, that's just one prerequisite.

So then, would you do this in any other situation?

Would you stand in a Walmart screaming at someone over their brand of toilet paper...

because of Madonna?

Would you disown a best friend because their kid grew up to be a baseball fan instead of football?

Would you change your entire worldview just because some guy told you to on Twitter?

No.

Because that would be the dumbest sh*t you'd ever done.

But here we are anyway-

watching people surrender their agency, wear it like a badge, and call it freedom.

Spending their hard-earned money on posters and flags with his image,

displaying them like gaudy gold crosses worn in stacks.

Ridiculous symbols of fealty

to the rest of the mindless masses of lemmings,

happily parading to the edge of the bluff.

No god, man, or fictional character can make me change my values just because they say it's so.

Definitely not now that I’m unmasked, semi-medicated,

and perimenopause has made my hormones into a bingo hall full of screaming old ladies.

I am myself.

I think for myself-whatever that ends up being.

I believe what I believe because it came from me and my experiences,

not from some performative loyalty test disguised as patriotism.

I studied the world’s major religions, ideas, philosophers, and scientists

and decided who I could and could not trust based on what they’ve done—

not by what they bought.

So no, I won’t be wearing anyone’s face.

Especially not a man who wouldn’t cross the street to piss on me if I was on fire,

the guy who quotes a book he's never read,

and leers at his own child as though they're a freshly prepared steak.

And if you do?

Run.

You’re next on the list of things I’m done pretending to tolerate.

This isn’t patriotism.

It’s cosplay, and we pay the consequences.

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