Uncivil Truth Returns to Tear It All Down
Since 2009, Uncivil Truth Has Been the Final Resting Place for Bullshit
Back then, we were the loudmouths at the back of the room, tossing grenades at the establishment while everyone else politely sipped their pumpkin spice lattes. Then we hit pause—not because we ran out of things to say, but because honestly, the world was too busy screwing itself over.
Now? The circus has only gotten bigger, the clowns dumber, and the Kool-Aid stronger. So, we’re back—and we’re not handing out napkins.
The State of the World: Even Worse Than a Golden Corral Buffet After Church
Look around: everything is fake, sanitized, and served with a side of corporate buzzwords. “Authenticity” has been trademarked, bottled, and sold back to you by people wearing ironic graphic tees. Culture’s a landfill, the news is a fever dream, and the upcoming presidential election? It’s like choosing between two gas station sandwiches that both expired last week.
And guess what? We’re not staying quiet about it.
Let’s Talk About This Clusterfuck of an Election
What’s new in 2024? Oh, just the same tired parade of candidates selling you snake oil while the media sets itself on fire to distract you from actual problems. The election’s a circus, but this time, the elephants are unionizing, the clowns are on TikTok, and the ringmaster’s stuck in traffic. Everyone’s shouting, nobody’s listening, and somehow, we’re supposed to call this democracy? Spoiler alert: we won’t.
What to Expect Now That We’re Back
- The Bullshit Meter: Measuring lies, hype, and nonsense like it’s a drinking game. Spoiler: you’ll black out by noon.
- Trash of the Week: Publicly shaming idiocy because, let’s face it, shame is underrated.
- Your Turn to Be Uncivil: Think you can out-snark us? Bring it. We’ll make room—just don’t cry if we roast you back.
Uncivil Truth: Not for the Faint of Heart or the Easily Offended
This isn’t a soft reboot. We’re not here to play nice, hold hands, or pretend everyone’s opinion deserves respect. Uncivil Truth is back, and it’s the same unapologetic shitstorm you loved (or hated) before.
So, if you’re ready to burn it all down and laugh while we do it, stick around. If not? There’s a Hallmark channel marathon somewhere with your name on it.
Now, buckle up. Share this post, follow us on Facebook, and get ready to watch the world implode—with a front-row seat and a stiff drink.

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