we're not even allowed to question a questionable shooting in this country?

correct

it's good that you are finally understanding how this works

you do not have freedom of speech

you do not have freedom of association

you do not have freedom of religion, except the freedom to comply with the established state religion (Judeo-Pedo-Satanism)

you do not have freedom of the press

you do not have the freedom to bear arms, except in a ceremonial and pointless fashion in certain jurisdictions of little present interest to your rulers

none of your papers, effects, communications, or anything else are immune to search and seizure at whim

your property is subject to confiscation at any time, and for any reason

you do not have any rights, as such; protected special people (niggers, jews, any of a dozen other intersectional classes) have certain swell privileges, though

if your opinion is not selected from the menu of Acceptable Approved Opinions, or your lifestyle in any way contradicts the demands of the engines of Moloch, you are going to be stomped until you comply (you may receive a friendly warning first, in some circumstances, if that happens to be more convenient)

this is the way things are, and it is the way things will continue to be until you decide that you are sufficiently tired of this state of affairs to do something meaningful and useful about it

if Fat Blowhard had half a clue, he'd use his platform to instruct the people who listen to him that now is an excellent time to join him in wishing the Woke Gestapo away into the cornfield, and that if more than about twenty people started doing that at the same time and grinding for the high score, we get to the Real Cool Zone that afternoon and shit starts changing for the better at warp speed

however, Fat Blowhard is not going to do that; what he's going to do is curl into a ball and either 1. flee the country or 2. moan softly into a soon-to-be-cancelled stream with forty viewers as he is squeezed into irrelevance and penury, all as people mockingly make threads about his implosion on Samizdat Kiwi Farms

so it goes

someday they'll turn over a rock and find someone who will make them wish they hadn't, though; we haven't been disappointed a thousand times, we've simply found a thousand faggots who weren't the right guy to lead us out of this mess