The Day After Yesterday

It was 19:06 when the author began writing his post in this here blog-type-thing.  A cool, autumn breeze blew past his window, but he didn’t really care, since it was closed.  Despite that, the fact it was not shitty, hot, stupid fucking summer was evident even inside his house.

The author reflected on the events that happened to him, just the day before.  He reflected on the special breakfast, the good wishes, the special dinner, the gifts, and of course, the traditional Dia de Los Josh, pumpkin pie.  For a moment, he smiled.

The smile quickly faded as he remembered the horrors that also happened on that day.  The screams of the post-Halloween jack-o-lanterns still echoed in his ears.  Then the images.  Pumpkin guts everywhere.  Orange all over.  Seeds, strings, and pumpkin meat littered the cardboard spread on the ground.  First a claymore, then a machete.  And his own hands yielding the weapons of the pumpkins’ demise!

He racked his brain, trying to figure out what had gotten into him.  Why did he kill those innocent jack-o-lanterns?  Why did he have to cut them into so many pieces?  And…why, why did he want to do it again?  What was the reason for his pumpkin blood lust?

Suddenly, he remembered.  It was Dia de Los Josh.

He knew that one day every year, it would come…and it did.  Yesterday.  And the day after yesterday, well…we all know what that is.  It is that which shall not be named, because it didn’t really like all of the names we had picked out for it.  I really liked Bob, but its grandparents objected.  Wait…

What?

Oh yeah.

Hello dear reader(s)!

So life is good right now.  I am getting settled in the new place, and things have finally calmed down from the move.  We had an amazing Halloween/Samhain with more trick-or-treaters than I knew existed on this particular planet.  We had some pretty kick-ass decorations, and it was a lot of fun.  Then yesterday, my birthday happened.  I got some great and thoughtful gifts, and yes, a traditional birthday pumpkin pie.  For fun, we took the six pumpkins we carved for Halloween and destroyed them with my claymore and machete.  We then had to clean up pumpkin, but it was Loreal.  Because it was worth it.

Today was just very chill, but with some running around.  Nothing too exciting, just a good find at a local shop.  But that was really nice, because I am a little sick of too exciting right now anyway.  Chill is good.  Tomorrow I am hoping I won’t even have to leave the fucking house.

Anyway, just checking in to say howdy.  Things are calming down, and though I do intend to really get working on my book, I plan to devote a lot of time to writing now, so I may just be able to get back into a regular posting routine complete with regular posts and routines at no additional cost to you!  But wait, that’s all!

 

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A Good Day

Hello reader(s) of dearness!

Remember me?  No?  Probably for the best.

Anyway, I have to say that I think the wave might have finally broke, and things are going to get a little easier once again.  (You may applaud.)

Let me explain what all has been going on.

  • My health  It has been difficult ever since I got out of the hospital for the mild sepsis, or bacteremia, or whatever the fuck it was.  The last course of IV antibiotics that I had seemed to further set off my autonomic and peripheral neuropathy, causing a whole shit-ton of problems to get even worse.  Fortunately, I am now learning to adjust my life accordingly, and am also receiving treatment to try to keep out of the hospital.  Today, I got a lead on financial assistance for that treatment, which will help a great deal because even when I have the money, with that expense, it won’t last.
  • Being forced to move  Because housing and rental prices are through the fucking roof here, my fiance was forced to move because the owner of the house decided to sell.  This caught her off guard since it seems the owners bought the property for more than they can get for it now.  As such, there was not enough money for deposits saved.  Fortunately, I was able to take an early payout of some money that was already scheduled to be distributed to me, in order to avoid interest and fees on borrowing.  The hassle of trying to find an acceptable place in our price range was daunting, but we were able to find a nicer, larger house, for the same price that her previous model is currently renting for.  I love this house, and think it will be a nice place to call home for a time.
  • Registration issues  It seems every time someone moves a long distance, important documents get lost along the way.  So when my fiance went to get her registration done in this state, she realized that she was missing a document that our state requires.  Our state is shitty about it too, and her previous state is full of incompetent liars.  Her out-of-state registration was expiring, so she was not able to drive her vehicle.  Fortunately, my Beastess works great, and we have been utilizing it, but it sucks being down to only one car, especially when moving the last few items she has from her old house to our new one.  She rushed off, overnight, a letter and the fee to get a copy of that document, along with an overnight envelope, but the assholes in that state sat on it for 11 days before finally sending it back.  I just happened to have checked the tracking number today, and found it was delivered, just this afternoon.  She can now get her car back, and there is much rejoicing.
  • Government issues  I think the last time I posted, I was under Social Security Disability review.  Despite my paranoia about it, the government agrees that I am obviously disabled, and so my benefits shall continue.  (Even though the GOP might cut all that because they are scum sucking fuckpigs.)  Meanwhile, every single thing you see is some embarrassment to our country.  I really am just deciding that I need to find a way to live without any government at all, because I think that is where things are heading.  Of course, things would be different if I lived in a state that actually has programs, but I do not, and so fuck anyone who thinks I am not doing all I can, especially as they vote for the fuckers trying to take away what little there is.  At any rate, I feel more comfortable relying on my fiance, than I do a bunch of old, white, Christian conservatives who were born into money.
  • Miscellaneous issues  Between my cross-country move earlier in the year, moving into a former “friend”‘s house who wanted me to act more like a rent-paying house guest than a roommate – who then kicked me out when I stood up for myself, moving again, losing another “friend” who wouldn’t stop hitting on my fiance (and basically blamed me for stealing her as if she was ever interested in his married-ass anyway), having to give my cats to my mother due to primarily allergy and logistical reasons, and some other issues…this year has been a monkey-fucked donkey dick.

But this year has been pretty damn good too.

I met and got engaged to my lovely fiance.  I am absolutely stunned by the depth of our connection in such a short time.  Having her in my life has been amazing.

Even though we had to move, the house we are in now is like my dream home.  I love it.  We even found a couple spare hours (over the course of a few days) to decorate for Halloween.  I love the way it looks with decorations, and am really anticipating Christmas.

I have great friends that know and understand my limitations.  They do not make me feel bad when I can’t show up to most things, or cancel at the last minute.  They welcome me back anytime I am physically able to get together.

One of my friends surprised me by repaying a loan early, and in full, (rather than the payments we agreed upon), just when it was needed most.  Because when insurance sucks, medical treatment is expensive, and your income is peanuts, a large sum of money isn’t nearly as large as some think.  The timing was incredible, and breathing is now possible.

My cats are very happy with my mom, and I am so relieved.  They will always be my kids, even if they are now her kitties.  I am so grateful that she was able to take them, because otherwise I don’t know what I would have done.

And it is fall, and almost time for Halloween, Samhain (same day), and Dia De Los Josh!

Anyway, between getting the document, some work done to clean my fiance’s old residence, the news of possible financial assistance for my treatments, and just a general good feeling, I gotta say, today was a good day.

Struggling

Hello dear reader(s)!

I just wanted to let you know that I have attempted numerous times to return to posting.  I keep thinking there will be a better time but that time just keeps getting further and further out.

Everything I have facing me is probably nothing to a normal person.  There are more than enough hours in the day for me to believe that everything I need to accomplish should be able to get done and not send me into a tail-spin.  That is, if I was normal.

But I am not normal.  I am very damaged.  Both physically and mentally.

If I don’t feel awful physically (which is rather rare), I am probably in the midst of a covered anxiety attack.  Maybe some will even catch me in a full-blown panic attack.  Most probably won’t.  They take a look at me with my seemingly healthy body and the smile on my face and think I am fine.

It’s not that I try to hide the fact I am struggling, it is that sometimes I am genuinely happy to see people, so I smile.  Sometimes there really is fun going on in the middle of this shit-show and I just so happen to be relaxed enough to enjoy it.  Maybe, for once, my feet aren’t hurting so bad that they are making me reconsider my thoughts on certain medications.

Or maybe I just don’t want to bring them down too.  Nobody likes a Debby Downer unless they are laughing at the old SNL skit.

I have been trying to get help for how I feel physically for years.  I have been trying to get help for my mental illnesses, or disorders, or whatever the fuck you call them for years, too.  I have put myself into tremendous debt on a futile quest to get better.  That just adds to it.

I didn’t ask for any of this.  Contrary to the libertarian belief, there are some things you just can’t take personal responsibility for.  From getting a cancer that hasn’t been linked to any lifestyle practices, to being misled by doctors, to losing a career I was beginning to excel in, (or any ability for a workplace career again), to my financial issues, to constantly being made to feel like I am not a worthy human being for this society…I didn’t ask for one fucking bit of it.  It wasn’t my choices that brought it on.

I try as hard as I fucking can.  Harder than anyone I know.

I do my absolute best not to make people feel the way some have made me feel.  I let people know they are valued.  I’m not a fucking saint, but I try so hard.

I make mistakes.  In fact, I think much of my mistakes come from my good intentions.  Sometimes, I try too hard.  Sometimes, my attempts at keeping myself wanting to continue living lead me to make the mistakes I do.  But we all make mistakes.  Some of us don’t even try.

I’m tired.  I’m tired of trying so hard for people who will never accept me anyway.  I am tired of pretending that I can do this.  I am tired of pretending I know what I am doing.  I am tired of struggling against the force of the whirlpool that I have serious doubts I will ever be able to escape.

But what choice do I have?  Should I let myself drown and be as weak as those mocking me from the shore because they have never even been in the water?

I am tired.  I need help.  I AM struggling.

But I guess that is a good thing because struggling means I haven’t given up.

 

 

 

 

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Dogs, Cats…

Hello dear reader(s)!

I am not writing my book right now.  My computer is getting too hot, and I have a feeling it might take a proverbial dump on me, so I have put off the writing of anything important to me until I can be more assured it will not be lost to the sketchy electronics in this crappy lovely computer.

On the plus side, my blog-type-thing isn’t important to me, which means I can write here until my computer is resigned to the big recycling heap in the sky.  (Recycle it?  Not with MY browsing history!)

So…where did we leave off?

I think we were nearing the meeting of O’Rinn and Alexandra at the battle of Lethos.

Surrounded by the bodies of his fallen enemies, O’Rinn was still feeling the effects of the adrenaline.  He knew if he did not find an outlet, the beast within would once again emerge.  He could not risk his allies from the East learning his truth.  He wanted to tear into someone, but all his opponents were dead.  His blood felt as if it were boiling and his muscles tensed tightly, causing him to look more animal than human.  Indeed, he was, but he knew that to be a secret best kept to himself.  He began his attempts at meditation.  He visualized his home by the rocky shores of the western ocean and attempted to feel the serenity and peace he felt when home.  

Out of the water, she came.  Her dark eyes, both deep and piercing, held his gaze as he looked upon her beauty.  Her raven hair fell onto her pale shoulders.   Her warrior dress seemed to emphasize each and every curve of her body.  Rather than calming the beast, this image of her seemed to only stir the fire within.  As she approached closer, he saw the blood stains she proudly bore upon her clothing, and the ocean scene faded away.  The desolate, bloody battlefield reemerged and still she came closer.  He realized he wasn’t imagining her with the ocean, but knew she was straight out of his dreams.  

“I am eternally grateful to you, great warrior,” she began as she touched his cheek with her fingertips.  “Our people surely would not have survived this onslaught without your courage and skill.”  

O’Rinn replied, “No need to be grateful, we of the Albion have a common enemy.  Nothing more, nothing less.  We are also grateful for your fighters, and especially a woman so brave as yourself.”

“Queen.” Alexandra corrected.  “And since you were clearly ignorant of that fact, I will not be offended that you did not kneel before me.”

“I kneel before no one,” O’Rinn stated with a slightly annoyed tone.

“Your poor lovers,” Alexandra answered as she looked hypnotically into his eyes.  “I am quite certain I will have you kneeling before me by nightfall,” she continued as she removed her hand from his cheek and brought it down to firmly grip his co-

Wait, what?  We didn’t leave off there?!?!!  You mean I hadn’t been posting this story all along?   Oh, well…what do you want from me?

I don’t want to write about current events.  It’s too depressing right now, and there are plenty of people with a much larger influence speaking to it all better than I can.

Life is pretty good, with the exception of health and wishing I were more financially secure, so that is nothing worth writing about either.

I could go into more details about my health, but I am still coming to grips with the reality that there is no getting better from this.  I had always thought that if I could just take care of X, Y, and Z, that I could resume a somewhat normal and independent life, and learning that there is no taking care of X, Y, and Z is a little hard to handle.  Symptom management with little results seems to be all I can do.  At least I won’t be wasting as much co-pays on different specialists who can’t do anything for me anymore.  It is too depressing to think about for very long.

I fell backward and stepped on my phone last week.   My replacement phone literally just arrived a minute ago.  It is amazing how much you don’t realize you use your phone until you don’t have one.  It is pathetic how much I have come to rely on it.  I mostly miss the camera.  It is hard to take naughty pictures while holding up my computer.  (Kidding.  It is actually easy to take naughty pictures using my computer.)  (Kidding, I don’t take naughty pictures*, unless you count taking pictures of the naughty food treats my fiance spoils me with.)  (*Subject to change based on finances.)

Anyway, I guess what I am saying, is that I am probably back for now, but might just write a bunch of stories because there really isn’t much I want to talk about and I am not yet at the point where I need to start camming in order to keep afloat.

I hope you all are doing well, and are enjoying the day of labor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What In The Actual F-ck?!?

Hello dear reader(s)!

Guess who’s back?  Back again?  Josh is back.  Sorry.

I know I keep saying that I will post more consistently.  Then I post for a couple days straight, and drop off for like a week.  My bad.  I keep thinking I can actually manage this.  Lately however, I just can’t.  In fact, I literally can’t even.  Yes, one pumpkin spice frappuccino for McKenzie too.

So what in actual fuck, Josh?  Where you been?  Why the long face?  You’re not a horse.

Well, I’ve been here, mostly.  But I’ve been tired.  Tired as fuck.  In the world of fucked-up medical shit, we like to call it fatigue.  Actually, we like to call it napping, but tomato tomato.  I’m not going to call the whole thing off, however.  Anything you can do I can do better.  Anyway…

I’ve been furiously trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.  Between my GI symptoms, a few other ones, and the fatigue, I was getting scared.

Fortunately, my fiance (yup, I’m engaged), is a super sleuth and figured out what is going on that some really great doctors couldn’t figure out during literal YEARS of complaining.  (Literally.)  The tendency of doctors to look at individual symptoms as separate systems requiring separate specialists causing separate tests and separate co-pays and co-insurance amounts, caused them all to overlook something wrong that ties it all together and makes perfect sense given something else we already knew was wrong.  So now I know what the problem is, (besides run-on sentences) the only issue is that it seems to be one of those “tough shit, get used it” type of issues.  It is still somewhat comforting to know that I am not losing my mind, (well…totally, anyway), and there IS a physical reason for all of these issues.

Anywho, this is good news for my writing, as now I will likely be seeing less doctors to try to find something that isn’t there (That colonoscopy sure was shitty.  Get it?  Shitty?) and will be less likely to try to force myself to do things I can’t do.  That means more time at home, where a computer will likely be handy.

But…my writing may soon start to move away from this here blog-type-thing on a temporary basis.  I am going to begin considering beginning to plan the beginning of the study of whether or not I should begin to plan the beginning of the process for beginning to write my book, starting all the way from the beginning.  Good for my writing, bad for this here blog-type-thing.  Unless I get stuck, and decide to post in this here blog-type-thing as a way to break up the monotony, since Mono and Tony have drifted apart since becoming a Hollywood power couple anyway.

So now that y’all know what is up, I guess I should grace you all with one of my rants, y’all have come to know and despise.

Ready?  Okay!  Be aggressive, B-E aggressive!

YOU CAN’T BE A RACIST AND A PAGAN!!!!

You can, I guess, but you’re a fucking idiot and should call yourself something else.  In a system of beliefs of honoring many different Goddesses and Gods as a representation of the natural forces that created all, your superiority complex does not jive.  You know not of what you speak, you know not of what you claim to be, and if you show up to any of my pagan events I will personally cut your fucking heart out with my athame.

You are not welcome in my community.  You are not welcome near my path.  You should not be welcome anywhere on this planet, but not everyone has standards.  Fuck off, and die, you Nazi trash pieces of shit.  Tell your chosen Gods they can go fuck themselves if they support you.  (They don’t.)

If you are a pagan, and want more acceptance of your belief system, and less persecution from others, you need to be calling out these racist fucks trying to twist your path to justify their hate too.  Just because hardly any of the followers of the Abrahamic religions do it, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t too.  We need to tell these fuck-bags they do not have a home in our communities.  

On a happier note, I choose high C.  I think high C is a happy note.  Yes, if it is part of a minor chord, it could be sad, but the note itself is happy.  It is so happy, it 1046.502 hertz.

Okay, dear reader(s), that’s all for me.  Let’s recap what we have learned today, shall we?  No?  Too bad!

I will not be posting very consistently (big shocker, and nothing new), but for different reasons, and I hate my health.  Please refer any additional questions to my counsel, who doesn’t exist.

Finally, I will still try and read y’all from time to time, even when I am not posting, just because you is smart, you is kind, you is not really important since you’re just a tiny spec in this vast universe, but tell yourself whatever you need to sleep better at night.

Why It’s Wrong To Denounce Antifa

Hello dear reader(s)!

I would like to state that I am not now, nor have I even been a member of one of the many Antifa Chapters throughout the world.  It isn’t for me.  I am fine responding to violence (or imminent threats of violence with possible preemptive violence), but usually think violence just to make a point is not how I personally would like to do things.

I am also not an anarchist nor a communist.  My perfect system would be a sort of Democratic Socialism Plus.  Socialism where taxes cover everybody’s basics.  Food, clean water, shelter, clothing, and healthcare.  Plus, where anything else you want needs to be worked and paid for.  I believe with all the data and technology available to us, this would be easy to implement, making sure people’s needs (and only their needs) are met by society.

However, just because we have different views, does not mean I consider them to be wrong or somehow bad for the world.  Antifa doesn’t call for genocide.  Antifa doesn’t hurt people based on skin color or sexuality.  Antifa doesn’t wish death to all conservatives like the white supremacists wish death to liberals.

Antifa and similar groups are the only ones out there preventing a Nazi takeover of wherever the Nazi scum like to show up.  

We saw it in the lack of police response to the Unite The Nazis…er…Right planned riot in Charlottesville.  The authorities are in league with these groups.  Whereas water hoses and tear gas are used against peaceful water protectors in Standing Rock, or any Black Lives Matter protest in a city where a cop shot an unarmed black person and is about to get away with it, police protect the rights of armed Nazi armies to infiltrate and intimidate a liberal town (Charlottesville went 86% for Hillary Clinton in the 2016 general election) and incite violence.

On Friday night, during the Tiki Putsch, the Nazi mob encircled a small group of Black Lives Matter activists and prevented them from leaving.  (That is called false imprisonment where I come from.)  They chanted, “Blood and soil!” and “Jews will not replace us!”  None were arrested for this violent intimidation, and one is still working and attending a public university in my home town.  False imprisonment is a crime, and this was clearly fueled by hate.

The next day, these Nazi thugs went back on a plan made with police to keep them separate from the activists who had showed up at Emancipation Park in downtown Charlottesville to ensure the Nazis did not have free rein, and that the white supremacist message wasn’t delivered without response.  At about 11 am, a group of Nazis charged the activists swinging clubs.  The activists (made up of Antifa and other groups) fought back.  Police DID NOT MOVE to break up the violence.  They claimed it was because their officers were in regular uniforms and would be in danger without their riot gear.

At 11:22, the police finally declared the rally an unlawful assembly and gave a dispersal order.  The Nazis then marched to McIntire Park a mile from downtown.  On the way, they shouted things like, “Dylan Roof is a hero!”  One lit a flare and threw it at a Washington Post videographer.

When the Nazis arrived, they were met with the news that a state of emergency had been declared, there would be no rally, and they began to get picked up by their rides or dive off.  The majority of anti-fascist activists, having successfully driven the Nazis from downtown Charlottesville, did not pursue the Nazis to McIntire Park.  Not far from Emancipation Park, was a group of antifascist activists, including Heather Heyer.  A little after 1 pm, a car, driven by a Nazi slammed into the back of the crowd, killing her, and injuring 19 others.

In every instance, witnesses say that the Nazis struck first, and the police stood down.  The only groups keeping the rampage of the Nazis from being much worse were the anti-fascists including groups like Antifa (which literally means anti-fascist).  Everyone should be anti-fascit, whether you are in Antifa or not.

Quoting Cornel West, who was with a group of Clergy in Charlottesville, “Absolutely. You had a number of the courageous students, of all colors, at the University of Virginia who were protesting against the neofascists themselves. The neofascists had their own ammunition. And this is very important to keep in mind, because the police, for the most part, pulled back. The next day, for example, those 20 of us who were standing, many of them clergy, we would have been crushed like cockroaches if it were not for the anarchists and the anti-fascists who approached, over 300, 350 anti-fascists. We just had 20.

He went on to say, “The anti-fascists, and then, crucial, the anarchists, because they saved our lives, actually. We would have been completely crushed, and I’ll never forget that. Meaning what? Meaning that you had the police holding back, on the one hand, so we couldn’t even get arrested. We were there to get arrested. We couldn’t get arrested, because the police had pulled back, and just allowing fellow citizens to go at each other, you see, and with all of the consequences that would follow therefrom.”

You don’t have to want to be a part of them.  You don’t have to join them.  You may not have the same ideas as them for how the world should be.

But they are out there, in the streets, protecting the innocent from the fascists our government clearly supports.  They saved people in Charlottesville, and they show Nazis that a price must be paid if they wish to intimidate and be violent against anyone they deem to not be their idea of what people should be.

They are trying to make Nazis afraid again.  What are you doing?

Sources:  The Washington Post, And Democracy Now!

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Why You Suck At Resisting, Part 2

Hello dear reader(s)!

This is a continuation of yesterday’s post.  Click here to read that one.

Yesterday I left off with a quote from Martin Luther King, Jr. that is seldom trotted out by my fellow white people who think that he was more for peace and order than a just peace.  It is the perfect lead-in to this next point.

  • You condemn direct action and the necessary use of force by those fighting for justice  I don’t know how many times I have heard my fellow white people talk about the roads being blocked by protesters.  I don’t know how many times I have heard them complain about marches that were not permitted.  I don’t know how many times I have heard them about the disruptive practices that groups such as Black Lives Matter and ANTIFA engage in to help make their messages heard.  They usually trot out some Martin Luther King, Jr. quote about peace and nonviolence to attempt to bolster their point without knowing the full body of his work and opinions.  But, the “peaceful, nonviolent marches” of the 60’s civil rights era blocked some roads.  They marched without being permitted to.  They broke other laws.  And (whether the law and order white crowd likes to acknowledge it or not), they were listened to more by those in power because they were a more palatable alternative to the riots and violence that was happening at the same time.  You may not want to take part in civil disobedience or violence, but do not condemn those who do.
  • You believe criticism of our nation is beyond reproach  You still cling to jingoistic clichés like “Support The Troops!” and “Back The Badge!” despite our military and law enforcement’s cozy relationship with white supremacist groups.  You are more angry about someone sitting down during the National Anthem than you are about police brutality and a military full of white supremacists fighting for the interests of multi-national corporations that are already subsidized by your tax dollars and pay little back to the country.  Do not care about a piece of cloth more than the values that cloth was supposed to have (but never really has) represented.  Do not care more about a song (that includes a verse about celebrating the killing of slaves) than your fellow people.  Do not care more about people not liking the President than all of the horrible and reprehensible things he does in your name.
  • You fight as if we don’t have bigger fish to fry This will piss a lot of people off.  But hey, that’s what I do best.  I’m sure you’ve heard the term “SJW” or “Social Justice Warrior”.  There is noting wrong with fighting for social justice.  There is nothing wrong with being a social justice warrior.  Except those who are often called social justice warriors, are anything but.  These are the people who take more issue with what colors are in the Pride Flag than they do with the fact that LGBTQ violence is at an all-time high.  They are the ones who probably took issue with the fact that I didn’t include an “I” and “A” after LGBTQ and whatever other letter they want added, while doing it all from the comfort of their Tumblr.  They believe their opinion of how things should be is fact, and do not attempt to persuade people why, just attack them for not saying the right thing.  In short, they turn potential allies away from movements.  When confronted with this, these are the type of people who will say that if they don’t say things the way they want said, or express their opinions in the manner they deem appropriate, they aren’t wanted or needed as allies anyway.  That is horseshit.  When blocking an intersection to make a point, I guarantee it is much more important to have 200 people than it is to have 20 people there.  With 20, a car can speed through the crowd (like what happened on Columbus Day in my hometown of Reno, NV) and injure people, and the person is likely going to get off with no jail time.  (Which is what happened.)  When 200 people are there, unless the guy wants a murder charge, he’s going to go around.  I’m not saying the Columbus Day protest turnout was low for this reason, but many protests are smaller than they could be because people are more concerned with the small stuff that can be worked out when people aren’t dying.  If a guy standing next to me at a Black Lives Matter protest is holding a sign with language I don’t agree with, but we are both there fighting for holding law enforcement to be held to the same standards as the rest of us, I am not about to take issue with his use of the words because he is there, fighting for the same thing I am.  If a woman at a Pride march is holding a sign that wants protection from discrimination against the LGBT community, and leaves off the Q, I, or A, or +, or whatever, I am still going to be glad she showed up.  If a person who believes that using the term Nazi for anyone with white supremacist ideologies (as Nazis are white supremacists, and white supremacists shouldn’t get to choose what they are called) without specifically calling them white supremacists is being called a bad ally by someone from their Facebook account, the person calling that person a bad ally needs to get the fuck over it and be glad someone is helping to fight their enemy.  For the record, I, personally, think white supremacy is evil, vile, and disgusting.  I know not all white supremacists identify as Nazis, and quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck how they want to identify.  Nazi does not mean National Socialist (it didn’t even back then, despite what Hitler wanted you to believe).  To me a Nazi is anyone with white supremacist beliefs, be they KKK, or Neo-Nazi skinheads, or whoever the fuck else group of inbred Nazi trash they claim to be.  So while you argue over the proper language, I will be out trying to make sure they are met with resistance when they try to intimidate and harm you and others.  This one is easy to fix.  Learn what an ally really is.  Understand that allies usually do not have the same tactics.  In fact, allies rarely even have the same ideology.  The allied countries in WWII did not share exactly the same views.  They did not share the same tactics.  In fact, they were very critical of each other’s tactics.  What made them allies was a common interest in defeating a common enemy.  Remember that, the next time you dare to say someone isn’t a good ally.

So what if I do think you suck at resisting, and specifically address the reasons why and what you can do about it?  If you disagree with me in whole or in part, you are still welcome as an ally, provided you are doing SOMETHING to resist this fascist system of oppression and injustice.