#amuricka

"An endothermic reaction would be cooking bacon. Before bacon is its miraculous self, it’s just a sad limp strip of raw meat. Here in The United States of America, we like our bacon to taste like freedom and bravery. It’s gotta be much manlier than stupid raw meat strips. Meat that is uncooked is terrible and cold and gross. It’s pale and red. Do you know what else is pale and red? A Communist shaking in his disgusting boots. The only way to rid the color of Communism and bring bacon to its rightful glorious deep red of the American flag is to plop that sucker into a frying pan and go to town. Using the direct heat from the fires that forged this country’s great heroes, you can change that bad bacon into bad*** bacon. The meat absorbs the thermal energy of the pan sitting on your stove top and uses it to become the iconic rough-and-tumble snack of the champions. Endothermic reactions are all you need in the food world to become the best you can be. Thanks, science."

-Surfingpineapples on endothermic reactions

And how much I hate it.

And the first few lines will go:

I hate fireworks. I hate that freedom means living in fear of the other Who threatens traditions that exercise no rational thought. I hate fighting for my right as a female-bodied person to live without fear of violations from violent visitors walking my halls like it's a shopping mall, waiting to pick up the next pretty thing wrapped in shiny smooth ribbons of gold. I hate feeling like I was born into the wrong country.