Gitonga™

Raila Odinga is Dead - And Yes, We Celebrated. Deal With It. I watched those pathetic pro-government clowns on TV clutching their pearls, pretending to be outraged that a social media user celebrated the death of Raila Odinga. Spare us the fake grief theater. I celebrated it. Loudly. Proudly. And I accurately predicted his death two months earlier. No apologies. None needed. This is exactly what we do best: troll these parasites all the way to their deathbeds. We’re simply returning the same vicious energy they’ve spent decades dishing out - looting our taxes, selling the country to Western colonial interests, and economically strangling an entire generation while living like kings. We are not the generation of old useless bastards, the Boomers and Gen X voting robots - who used to donate money and food to “Mama Ngina the widow” like brainwashed cult members. That era of blind deference and performative mourning for political dynasties is dead and buried with Raila. The old guard expected us to cry, mourn, and pretend these lifelong looters were national treasures. We don’t. We won’t. Raila spent decades promising heaven on earth while helping sustain the same neocolonial system that has kept Kenya in chains. Good riddance. Next up: Uhuru Kenyatta. Keep clutching your pearls, regime bootlickers. The age of forced reverence for these geriatric thieves is over. We will celebrate every single one of them when their time comes, because they never showed us an ounce of mercy while they were alive. Troll harder. Archive everything. And never apologize for refusing to mourn your oppressors.

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