As I was leaving the gym today, a couple had a table set up in the lobby where they offered me a Wounded Warrior Gift Card. If I gave them $25 dollars, I'd get all kinds of discounts at local business: 10% off a massage at the gym, 10% off a steak at this restaurant, etc.
I think the Wounded Warrior Project is a wonderful charity, which I wish we didn't need to have. I also wish that we weren't such self-absorbed assholes that we didn't have to benefit personally in order to be coaxed into giving to a cause.
I told the woman that I'd give $25, but that I wasn't comfortable getting anything in return.
This is not about me, or anyone else who needs a fucking massage, and how sad is it that this is the kind of blackmail required for us to give something of ourselves at a time like this.
Fuck Ayn Rand in her rotting skull with my shit covered cock.
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