As the most intersectionally progressive person in the world, a transwoman trapped inside the body of a transman, I’ve seen things most people can’t even begin to comprehend. I’ve felt the pain of oppression so deeply, I now identify as a paraplegic polar bear who only eats fruit that has fallen off the vine—because I refuse to partake in systemic violence against trees. So, when I say I’d rather have a thermonuclear war with Kamala Harris than world peace under Donald Trump, it’s coming from a place of intense lived experience and moral clarity.

Let me be clear: world peace sounds nice on the surface. But what is world peace under Trump? It’s a peace that reeks of heteronormative, cisgender, capitalist, patriarchal oppression. A peace where toxic masculinity thrives, and people drink whole milk without even knowing the name of the cow. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to live in a world where people are so privileged they aren’t even interrogating their relationship with lactose.

Enter Kamala Harris: a woman of color, a trailblazer who understands that the way forward is not through unity or calm, but through creating as much disruption and chaos as possible—preferably with mushroom clouds of intersectional justice. If it takes the complete annihilation of global civilization to truly dismantle systemic inequalities, so be it.

Some might say, “Mx. Chou, how can you advocate for thermonuclear war? Won’t that destroy the planet?” And to that, I say: The planet? You mean the same planet that allowed Western colonialism to flourish for centuries? The same planet that let capitalism enslave the masses and hasn’t apologized for it? Yeah, I’m fine if we hit the reset button on that one.

At least with Harris in charge, we’ll go out in a fiery blaze of representation. A war led by her would be inclusive, equitable, and diverse—every missile strike a celebration of marginalized voices. And if the bombs drop, they’ll drop for us, the historically oppressed, and that’s what really matters. Besides, we all know climate change will end the world anyway, so why not let it be Harris, standing tall (in sensible heels), pressing that red button?

World peace under Trump would be nothing but a hollow victory for the privileged. Peace that’s built on the backs of marginalized communities, where corporations keep making profits, and where nobody has to acknowledge their gender fluidity before eating a sandwich? No thank you.

Some will argue that war, especially a nuclear one, will harm the most vulnerable. But let’s be honest: isn’t it more harmful to allow a former reality TV host to bring “peace” while cisgender men continue to exist unscathed? Thermonuclear war would disrupt the status quo far more effectively. Think of the poetic justice in knowing that, for once, the “radiation fallout” we’re worried about isn’t some white man’s podcast.

Kamala Harris has what it takes to lead us through these final, glorious days of humanity. With her leadership, we can ensure that the end of the world reflects the diversity we’ve been fighting for. So, to all the critics who say I’m overreacting, that we should seek diplomacy or peace, I ask: What’s the point of peace if it’s under Trump?

Peace is not the absence of war. Peace is the absence of cis-white-hetero-patriarchal systems. And I’d rather glow in the dark alongside Kamala Harris than live in a world where the nuclear codes are replaced by peace accords signed by Donald Trump.

War is peace, and Harris is the perfect warrior.

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