Get Rid of Your Black Lives Matter Signs, Ya Fuckin’ Idiot Zombies

Replace Them With This:

Everywhere I go, I see them: faded Black Lives Matter signs drooping in windows and lawns. Relics from 2020. Zombie charms. People think cardboard absolves them—“Look, I care!”—while nothing changes.

You know what adults do? Adults pay their debts.

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Replacement #1: Adults Pay Their Debts

Forget the empty slogans. Replace your fading BLM sign with one that names the debt:

“Grown-Ups Pay Their Debts: $4 Trillion Over 30 Years in Monthly Installments to Descendants of African Slaves. Reparations Now.”

That’s not virtue signaling—that’s accounting. That’s math. That’s justice in concrete numbers.

Because here’s the truth: America isn’t short on money. It’s short on honesty. You don’t fix centuries of theft with a cardboard lawn charm. You fix it with repayment plans, just like any other outstanding balance.

And reparations are not only about atoning for the atrocity of slavery itself. They are about paying for the foundation of the American economy. The labor of enslaved Africans didn’t just “contribute”—it built America.

Ta-Nehisi Coates did a rigorous economic analysis and put the number at $1.9 trillion for how much Black Africans contributed with their stolen labor. That was years ago, and even then it was conservative. I doubled it—because repayment must acknowledge interest, compounding loss, and generations of theft. $4 trillion over 30 years is still not enough, but it’s a start.

And let’s be clear: this is not about “cutting” the defense budget. This is defense spending. Defending our citizens. Defending our principles. Reparations must come out of the defense budget because defending our values is more important than buying another bomber. This isn’t politics—it’s law enforcement. It’s the United States paying down its overdue account.

Until we do this, we are not living under a valid government. We are living in a kleptocracy—a system that steals from its own people. And when you live in a kleptocracy, your “leaders” are not statesmen or visionaries. They are just the best criminals. The best liars. The best crooks. The most brutal sociopaths.

And this isn’t even really about Black people. It’s not only about them, though they have borne the brunt, though they are yet another group of victims. This is about us. This is about who we are. It’s about whether we live under the rule of law or under the rule of thieves. Reparations are not charity—they are the test of whether America is a nation of law at all.

Until we actually start behaving like a lawful nation again—if we ever did—we are going to remain a kleptocracy, where the lowest sorts, the lowest scum, rise to the top.

Crime can’t pay.

That’s on all of us.

Because if crime pays—if it rewards better than following the rule of law—our whole world devolves into barbarism.

A world where the biggest cheaters, the most brutal sociopaths, grab what they can, while the rest of us hide and pray we don’t have anything valuable they might take.

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Replacement #2: Women’s Lives Matter

The second sign is even more dangerous. Put this in your window:

“Women’s Lives Matter. End the Hidden Holocaust.”

You don’t see signs like that, do you? That’s not an accident. The whole world runs on a hidden operating system—patriarchy OS—that depends on women’s lives not mattering. Our deaths, our disappearances, our enslavement are treated as extensions of men’s narratives.

And here’s the truth: putting a sign like that up might not bring customers to your business. It might even trigger the zombie men who can’t stand to see women as human beings. It might draw attacks.

But that’s the point. That’s the risk. That’s the reality.

If we can’t even declare that women’s lives matter on a damn sign, what are we even defending?

Some of us need to find a spine and put them up anyway.

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Replacement #3: Organize the Signs

It’s not enough to imagine these signs. Somebody has to print them, distribute them, get them into every community. That’s not one person in a truck. That’s a national campaign. A professional team. Infrastructure.

That’s work I know how to do. I know how to hire the right people, organize them, and scale it across the country. That’s what leadership is—assembling a team, building systems, making sure it happens everywhere.

And I should already have the budget to do exactly that. If I had access to the money I am owed—the hundreds of billions in restitution and reparations stolen from me—I would be hiring organizers tomorrow, making sure these signs were in every farmers market, every neighborhood, every street in America.

Instead, I am homeless. Sleeping on a porch. With nothing. And it’s not an accident.

The reason I have been the victim of this horrific crime—and why it continues—is simple: I am really, really good at what I do. And I am a woman. That’s the formula. That’s why this happened. Because in patriarchy, if you are a woman and you are exceptional, the system doesn’t celebrate you—it destroys you.

Men love cheating. They love rigging the game. They love dominating and obliterating women not through fair competition, but by cheating—by brutalizing us, by rewriting us into their fantasies, by crushing us when we rise too high. And then they hide the fact that they’re doing it—rather than simply stop. The concealment becomes part of the crime. That’s what they’ve done to me, and that’s what they’ll keep doing, unless we stop them.

Because the one thing patriarchy fears more than women surviving is women organizing.

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The End of the Zombie Era

So take down your zombie relics. They don’t feed anyone. They don’t free anyone. They’re relics, not resistance.

Replace them with something that costs you. Replace them with something alive. Replace them with truth.

Adults pay their debts. Women’s lives matter. Organize the signs.