Birthright.

       “The keg’s in the backyard,” he finally murmured to his plus one once the necessary social steps had been taken. They were standing in the sparsely populated kitchen, he’s holding a small handful of chips that he’d claimed from a bag on the kitchen bar. // @groovesrecords​

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! Hey, enough, enough! Listen, we’ve heard it all before. I didn’t know what I was doing, I was just following orders, I’m sorry for what I did, I thought we were building a better world. We’ve heard them all, all the reasons, all the excuses. YOU DID HORRIBLE FUCKING THINGS, you enslaved hundreds of people, you killed thousands with your weapons. Then you come to the united states and live a life of celebrity. Sipping mai tais, gargling Walt Disney’s Jew hating balls. We don’t need another excuse. We don’t need another fucking lie. We. Are. Spent.”   ©