To our American pups—this one’s for you.

Awrooo! Let’s get one thing straight—everything you’re seeing? We’ve seen before. They burn books, then ban bodies. They rewrite laws, then rewrite lives. History doesn’t repeat—it reboots with better branding and a worse interface. And right now, we're not just watching it happen—we're living in the rerun.

Trump is already back. Not creeping. Not threatening. Installed. And probably smelling like a half-open can of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup left on a radiator. And he didn’t come alone. He brought a whole system that’s being retooled to hurt queer, trans, neurodivergent, disabled and racialised people—anyone they can’t control. This isn't a glitch. It's the plan. And the ones pulling the levers—they've studied history too. They know how fear works. They’re not hiding it anymore—they’re livestreaming it.

Meanwhile, Elon keeps slithering into headlines like he’s auditioning for Bond villain but forgot deodorant and a personality. He shows up like a billionaire trying to blend in at a vape convention—shapeless mid-wash jeans, misfitting blazer, and that baseball cap he thinks makes him mysterious instead of pathetic. He’s not deep. He’s not clever. He’s a bored rich man with a god complex and a content moderation policy that basically says, ‘if it’s hateful and gets clicks, go ahead.’

He’s turned one of the biggest platforms on earth into a fascist megaphone—feeding lies, tanking truth, and boosting the worst people you’ve ever blocked. It’s not free speech. It’s free-range hate.

And it’s not just cringe. It’s calculated.

They’re not confused. They’re not clueless. They’re not kidding.

He’s turning platforms into machines that distort reality in real time. Algorithms feeding hate. Bigots boosted. Activists throttled. Queer content buried. This isn’t free speech. It’s digital authoritarianism with a PR team.

2024 happened. Trump’s in.

And if you didn’t vote? If you sat it out because ‘my vote won’t make a difference’? Because you were tired? Distrustful? Burned out?

I get it. I do.

But not voting didn’t hurt the rich. It hurt the people already fighting to survive. And 2028 is on the horizon, whether you’re ready or not.

If you're queer, trans, neurospicy, in pup gear, or just visibly not what they want—you are already a target.

And that’s where shit gets complicated.

Visibility is power. But it also paints a target on your back. Anonymity is protection. But it can be lonely as hell. And in the pup world, we know both sides better than anyone.

Some of us wear hoods to feel free. Others wear them to stay safe. Some of us light up socials. Others vanish when the sun sets. Both are valid. Both are survival. Don’t let anyone tell you different.

Some of us do it for joy. Some of us do it for connection. Some of us do it just to feel like us again. That’s not weakness. That’s resistance.

But here’s a truth—you need a pack. Whether that pack is your family, your besties, your scene, or your relationship, what matters is they’ve got your back. Not just when it’s hot and hyped, but when shit’s tense. When the streets aren’t safe. When you’re spiralling and pretending not to be. Whether you’re loud or lowkey, public-facing or private, you need people who clock the risk and show up anyway.

So if you’re out there?

• Think before you post your location. That selfie in gear is cute, but maybe not with the street sign behind you.

• Don’t post your location from home. Don’t give strangers a map to your front door.

• Be aware when you’re out in public. Especially in gear. Especially alone.

• Don’t walk home solo in full kit after dark. Have someone with you—or someone waiting.

• Know your route. Don’t be caught outside scrolling bus times with a dead phone.

• Set a check-in system. Look after each other—just ‘Text me when you're home.’

This isn’t about fear. It’s about awareness. You don’t owe the world access. But you do owe yourself safety. Because they are watching. So we need to watch each other harder.

And this ain’t just about surviving. It’s about resisting. Loudly. Strategically. Unapologetically.

We’ve been here before. In closets—in alleyways, in codes, in ciphers. We’ve held hands in secret. We’ve marched with chains.

We’ve rioted. We’ve lost. We’ve won. We’ve always found a way.

This time is no different. You don’t have to do everything. But you’ve got to do something.

• Vote in 2028 like your people depend on it—because they do.

• Speak up when someone uses ‘debate’ to justify hate.

• Intervene when it’s easier not to.

• Back your friends when the heat lands on them even if it costs you comfort.

• Stay alert. Stay human. Stay pissed.

They want us to forget we’re part of something bigger. They want us splintered, tired, scrolling.

But here’s the thing—we’re not going anywhere. Not the pups. Not the queers. Not the neurodivergent ones. Not the ones in gear. Not the ones still figuring it out.

You want a movement? It’s already here. You want to change something? Pick a place to dig your claws in.

And if you need a reason?

Think about the kid—the closeted one. The one who can’t run yet. The one watching from the shadows, wondering if there’s a future where they get to be them.

Don’t show them fear.

Show them fight.

With grit, love, and no filter,
Pup Gio (aka Dirtpaw)