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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.  

 

Why You Suck At Resisting, Part 1

And what you can do about it.

Hello dear reader(s)!

Are you part of the resistance?  If not, what the fuck are you doing here?  Have you read my posts?  When not talking about Pagan-type-stuff, I am probably going to be talking about how much I hate Nazi Trump and his loyal band of Nazi Republican Apologists or Nazi Republican Sympathizers and their overt Nazi base.

A lot of people claim to be anti-Trump, anti-fascist, and anti-racism, but really seem to do that purely for their social media.  Even many resistance groups, quite frankly, suck at resisting.

“Wait Josh, what makes you such an expert at resisting fascism and all the Trump Nazi Republican racist bullshit?” you might ask if you actually cared.

Well, I am not an expert at resisting.  However, I do consider myself to be an expert critic of things people do.  I tend to know exactly where people are fucking up, unless that person is me, but that is neither here nor there.

So without further adieu, which you should not hasten to bid me, provided of course you remember the Red River Valley, I present to you, for your education, entertainment, and enlightenment, my ideas on Why You Suck At Resisting, and What You Can Do About it.  (Now in convenient list form, ask your doctor if it is right for you.)  (An attempt at humor to break the ice.)

  • You spread hate group propaganda  A certain Nazi publication started criticizing the victim of the Charlottesville terror attack.  Many, many pages and groups posted about it.  As well they should have.  That kind of bullshit needs to be called out.  However, they named the Nazi publication (giving it publicity), and linked to it (spreading their hateful message, and giving it click revenue).  When something is so blatantly full of lies and hate, it is not necessary to refute the points in it.  It is simply enough to say the Nazi scum are already trying (operative word:  trying) to tarnish the reputation of the victim of the horrific Nazi terror attack in Charlottesville.  No need to cite your source, anyone not already brainwashed by Nazis will believe you, and those who are brainwashed will think they are right.  This goes for refuting red-pill posts hating women, or any other thing that really doesn’t deserve to be heard.  Our media used to not even feature this ridiculousness, knowing the absurdity of allowing such bullshit to be heard, but ratings became too important so they used the cover of objective journalism to allow even the most insanely radical rantings to have their babbling amplified.  Everyone has the right to say something, not everyone has the right to be heard.  The media has failed at this and is losing trust because of it.  People are turning to the internet for their news.  Don’t fall into their trap.  Just say, these willfully ignorant people say horrible things that aren’t true and then spread the truth (with facts) of your own message.
  • You believe in the “many sides” argument  I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again.  The All Lives Matter crowd doesn’t really believe all lives matter.  They believe that maybe black lives do matter, but they don’t want to hear about it because they think that somehow takes away from the importance of their own lives.  But Black Lives Matter didn’t put the “Only” in front of black.  That “Only” exists only in the mind of the All Lives Matter crowd.  No All Lives Matter people are up in arms over the Nazis shouting, “White Lives Matter” in Charlottesville.  Where are the social media posts from those people condemning them?  You also think that ANTIFA is just as bad as the Nazis.  I get it, these groups inconvenience you sometimes.  They block the roads.  Not the precious roads!!!!  Who will think of the roads????  But people are getting shot and killed by racist cops who go free.  Companies are supporting the fascists until it is too inconvenient for their bottom line.  Corporations bribe our politicians to the point where Congressmen have openly said they do not work for the people they were elected to represent.  They shape the laws in the favor of their shareholders and only their shareholders.  These groups try the best they can to fight that, and all you can think about is how long the line at the place with that chicken you love but you know contributes to hate groups is going to be so you don’t miss your precious fucking television show.  Stop.  Make a fucking sacrifice.  The system you live in has a lot of people more uncomfortable than choosing a different place to eat every so often will ever make you.  Trying to find an alternate route to avoid people so desperate that they need to take to the streets is far less discomfort than way too many people feel under a fascist regime.  You could even show up in the streets to support them, but I wouldn’t dare to suggest that you make your life any more uncomfortable.
  • You continue to associate with your racist friends  When you post on Facebook that if someone supports the Nazis carrying the torches that they should unfriend you, and then you allow a friend to post a conspiracy theory from a known right-wing echo-chamber blaming whatever the fuck for the planned riot of Nazis in Charlottesville, you are allowing that person to not only continue believing their racist bullshit without consequence, but you are preventing them from realizing that those actions, while not overt, are still racism.  Any excuse, deflection, or argument that there are “many sides” to the planned riot from genocidal fucking NAZIS, is racism.  Sorry.  Delete, block, and do not talk to these people until they have changed their ways.
  • You laud companies with praise after public pressure FINALLY makes them do the right thing  GoDaddy is not heroic for finally refusing to continue hosting a known Nazi hate site once public pressure had been applied that they actually worry could affect their bottom line.  You’d have to live under a rock to not know what that site was all about.  When the SPLU lists it as a known hate group site, it is probably not a good idea to host it.  But it was financially convenient for them before.  Stop this.  Freedom of speech does not mean freedom of megaphone.  Companies do not have to allow hate group sites access to their servers.  They do it for money.  End of story.  Maybe it is too hard not to go to a hosting service that doesn’t host hate groups, but that doesn’t mean they deserve praise when they finally are FORCED to get rid of one.

If any of this offended you…good.  You probably need to be offended.  Put your money, time, and effort where your mouth is.

I would like you to think about these words from Martin Luther King, Jr.
“First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.”

Part 2 is tomorrow.

DIE NAZI SCUM

Hello dear reader(s)!

Many on the left are stating that people who respond to Nazi violence with violence are just as bad as the Nazis.  And that really pisses me off.

You see, the alt-right (Nazis) have declared war on anyone who disagrees with their hateful ideology.  Buoyed by a fascist in the white house and forces that protect their rights to protest, (but will shoot unarmed black people for talking back), they are invading towns and cities with full-scale armies.  They come armed, and ready to fight.

Yesterday’s horrible events in Charlottesville, VA were not (as the media reported) a protest turned violent, but a planned and premeditated riot perpetuated by Nazis onto a community that does not wish to honor those who fought for slavery and against the United States.  The murder of a white woman, who was peacefully counter-protesting these terrorist armies should be a wake-up call to anyone opposed to the rise of fascism that peaceful protest is simply not enough.  The failure of the fascist occupying the white house to condemn the Nazis should send a clear signal that the government will not protect you.  The policeman caught smiling on camera after the murder of this woman should tell everyone that some of those who work forces are the same who burn crosses.  The differences in police response to protests in Ferguson, MO and Standing Rock, SD verses that of the murderous riots in Charlottesville should make it crystal clear that a war is being fought against anyone who resists the fascists already.

If a war is being fought against you, maybe it is time to fight back.  I am all for peace, but when a group of Nazis surrounds you in a parking garage and beats you with objects, or when a Nazi runs you down from behind with his car, being for peace gets you absolutely nothing.

In yesterday’s post, I said, “See a Nazi, shoot a Nazi.”  I was not advocating for unprovoked violence.  I am simply reiterating America’s position in Europe during WWII.  But make no mistake, when violence is waged against you, you have every right to respond with violence.  The left should arm, and train, and repel any Nazi invasion force that should arrive.

A Nazi army killed an American woman on American soil.  This was not the work of one man.  She was not being hateful on some fictitious side of the “many sides”.  The Nazis attacked and killed her, and attacked others, and were not even condemned by the occupier of the white house.  One person was arrested, out of a conspiracy of hundreds allowed to return to their homes.  He hasn’t even been charged with terrorism.  Could you imagine if he was Muslim?

Nazi groups are already trying to trash the reputation of the young woman killed.  They are referring to it as a road-rage incident.

I understand, you are anti-gun.  That doesn’t do much when a bullet is heading in your direction.  Get a gun, learn how to use it.  When the NRA advocates for violence against you, know that you can respond with the very same weapon they are so scared you might take away.

You don’t need to become a communist and march to destroy shop windows.  In fact, you really shouldn’t.  But when these fuckers invade your city, you and your army can show up to show them the gates out.  Then do what is necessary to defend yourself and your fellow people.

Tolerance doesn’t work against Nazis.  They are advocating to kill people.  Imagine a group marching down your street in support of pedophilia.  Would you be so quick to defend their right to free speech from violence?  Sure, the government may not be able to infringe upon their right to say it, but that doesn’t mean that you have to take it.  If a group of tiki torch carrying monsters came down your street at night shouting, “I want to rape your children!” wouldn’t you do something about it?  These Nazis don’t shout about raping your children, but they do shout in code about genocide.  They are essentially swinging their fist in your face and telegraphing their intent to hit your nose.  They aren’t just shouting either, as seen by the unprovoked violence that occurred yesterday.

To all of you who think that nonviolence is the best solution, I would like to remind you that when the US defeated the Nazis in WWII, it was not through nonviolent action.  I would like to remind you that many of the things you think nonviolent movements have accomplished, have not actually been accomplished.  With the Voting Rights Act rolled back, with the legalized slavery in our private prisons, with Nazi armies invading cities to beat and murder the innocent with no real condemnation from the government, with black people getting murdered by police who walk free over and over again; the only thing that has been accomplished by nonviolent action is to push blatant issues underground, allowing too many white people to claim the issues are solved and not understand why we can’t all just get along.  Nonviolence made people bury their heads in the sand.

Too many white people:  “Well we even GAVE Martin Luther King Jr. a holiday.  Surely they can be happy now.  We don’t get a history month.  Etc, Etc.”

And I get it, I am a white guy.  I benefit a lot from being white, and I know it.  But y’all motherfuckers aren’t my team just because you have the same color skin as me, and all that skin color affords.

People argue over whether it is okay to punch a Nazi.   I can only say that punches should be the least worry of an invading violent force with genocidal ideologies.

 

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