An Open Letter To The “Christian Witch”

Hello dear reader(s)!

Dear Christian Witches,

Are you Christian?  Are you also a witch?

No, you’re not!  There is no such thing as a Christian witch!

“But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.” – Revelation 21:8, King James Version of the bible.  

If you practice witchcraft, you are what was a sorcerer in that translation.  You would be considered to be an idolater.  Your ass would be hanged, burned, or otherwise tortured to death and you would be labeled a heretic, before being condemned to “second death” in a fucking lake of fire.  Revelation is a New Testament book too, so I will accept no lame-ass excuses about the old rules no longer applying because of Jesus.  The Old Testament is even worse on the subject.

While many witches and pagans go our of their way to twist and turn the history of one of the world’s most oppressive religions into something they have an easier time “coexisting” with, I sit back and shake my head.  Especially as I encounter more and more “Christian witches” in my witch circles.  As we attempt to be less exclusionary than the Abrahamic religions, we often end up making excuses for people and things that need not be excused.  In order to be more “tolerant”, we attempt to coexist with people and a system that has no interest in coexisting with anyone else.

Tolerance is a two-way street.  Just as the Jewish prisoners of the Warsaw Ghetto had no obligation to tolerate the Nazi authorities, we as witches have no obligation to tolerate the Christians who regularly demonstrate their outright disdain for anyone who doesn’t believe in their version of a differently translated deity in an often contradictory set of books cobbled together to resemble a story with more plot holes than a combining of all the Star Wars and Indiana Jones movies.

History shows it is unwise to attempt to tolerate those who would not tolerate you, and yet, we all do it out of some misguided belief that people are not capable of being as fucked-up as some are.  If you don’t want to go all the way back to the attempts made to appease Hitler, you can simply look at the time the Democrats last had the majority, wanted to pass significant legislation, the “nuclear option” (changing Senate procedure thus preventing Filibusters when your party only has a simple majority) was brought up, the Democrats balked, lost the majority, the Republicans decided to block their Supreme Court nominee, and then used that very same “nuclear option” to steal the seat.  The Republicans had decided to stop at nothing to destroy the Democrats, the Democrats knew it, had the tools at their disposal to stop the Republican machine in its tracks, and decided it was better that they look like the bigger people.  Actually, that’s quite common with the Democrats, but I digress.

I am sorry you can’t let go of your brainwashing.  I get it, your parents put you in a brainwashing program called Sunday School, continued that in church, probably made you watch Veggie Tales or The Chronicles of Narnia, and society reinforces it on your money, your sports, plaques at schools and courthouses, all over media, and every viable political leader in this nation.  Fine.  I do not think that makes you a terrible person.  In fact, I do not even think that believing that only those who think, believe, and live like you will have this wonderfully boring afterlife makes you a terrible person.  Don’t legislate against me, respect my decision to disagree with you, and sure, we can coexist.

But first of all, that’s not what happens, is it?  You might not attempt to legislate or convert me directly, but the Christian churches you go to, tithe to, and support, all almost universally – do.  You may not be against marriage equality, but chances are your church actively lobbied against it, or to codify their right to discriminate against others under the guise of “religious freedom”.  This isn’t new, it is ingrained in your religion’s history because of the central tenant that your God and only your God is to be believed.

Second, and more importantly, my rituals, my witchy web pages, my circles, my traditions, and my gatherings all attempts to recover and reconnect with belief systems that were stolen and re-branded by your fucking religion, while wiping out those who would not follow.  That’s like dancing on a grave.

If you want to learn more about what I believe, by all means, let’s talk.  But you can’t walk on more than one path, especially when they lead in completely opposite directions.

Remember, it isn’t me being exclusionary here.  That is what you believe.  It says so, right in that book you claim is the word of your infallible God.  So for everyone’s sake, stop calling yourself a witch, and stay away from my path.

…Unless of course, you don’t believe?

 

 

 

 

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I Like Cannabis

Hello dear reader(s)!

Jeffy doesn’t like cannabis.  Jeffy is a racist piece of shit who lies under oath, but Donny decided to make Jeffy the Attorney General.

Unlike Jeffy, I do like cannabis.  I like cannabis quite a bit.

Why do I like cannabis?

Well, the use of cannabis oil during my cancer fight was an integral part of my survival, for one thing.  It allowed to me eat when I had no appetite, and prevented a lot of nausea when I needed to gain weight.  I had been prescribed every other anti-nausea medication but nothing worked until cannabis.

Then there is the way I used cannabis to be able to get off all of my other more harmful prescription drugs.  During and just after my cancer treatment, I was on so much more narcotics than they would give anyone they actually expected to live.  The transition to cannabis from those pills has been an immensely positive boost to my overall health.  I also replaced the benzos with cannabis and now take a medicine that has no risk of physical withdrawal.

I like cannabis because my insurance denied my request for a safe medication to assist with the pain from the chemotherapy-induced neuropathy in favor of a less expensive medication designed to do the same thing that would have been more harmful to someone with the damage I have.  That left me with no other option to treat that pain.  The cannabis is more effective at controlling the pain of neuropathy according to many sufferers anyway, and does not have the risks of the pharmaceuticals.

I like cannabis because it prevents some of the recurring nightmares and memories of the horrors of my life.  I like cannabis because it can stop me from obsessing over a thought or memory until the point I become disconnected from the moment I am in.  I like cannabis because it allows me a chance to reset me mood when I find it heading in a downward direction.

Those are just some of the medical reasons I like cannabis.

But do you know what?  Those aren’t the only reason I like cannabis.

It also feels good to get high sometimes.

So?

Your chocolate, your coffee, your cigarettes, your alcohol, your prescriptions… all alter your mental state.  The altered mental state that comes as a pleasant side-effect of my medicine helps me to be happy.  It feels good.  It does not hurt me or anyone else, and it does not make me want to hurt anyone or do anything more than smile, laugh, eat, and have sexy times with my lovely fiance.  It is not only no worse for my health than most other substances, but there are numerous health benefits backed by real science the government chooses to ignore or even outright lie about.

When I lived in a state without legal cannabis, I considered attempting to obtain it outside the law.  I decided against it, because I was the one who chose to move to an area where it was prohibited.  There were many days I wanted it, but never did I feel like I would literally die if I didn’t have it.  The benzos and opioids don’t work that way.  While I lived there, I was in the ER more often than other places I had lived, and ended up having to take medication for headaches that was not as effective and had unbearable side effects.  After moving back to a state with state-level recreational cannabis, I no longer have to tax the healthcare system with visits so often.

I like cannabis.  I don’t like Jeff Sessions.  I don’t like anyone who has a problem with me doing something that helps me with living happier and more comfortably in this world with all the issues it has given me.

You don’t have to like cannabis.  I do.  I think it is good for many people, and being able to use it makes me happy.

Don’t we have the right to pursue our happiness when it doesn’t hurt anyone else?

The genie can’t be put back in the bottle on this one.  The people know the truth.  We are tired of being lied to and denied that which can help us to lead more happy lives.  We are tired of being steered toward ineffective and dangerous pills that end up creating more conditions requiring more pills.  (Linzess, anyone?)  We are tired of our government covering up the dangerous known properties of some substances that provide profit for those in power while hiding the benefits of others.

I like cannabis.  The FDA and DEA don’t.

The FDA says cannabis has no medicinal value, in direct contradiction of the vast majority of scientific evidence.  The FDA says that cannabis is dangerous.  Despite extensive research in other countries (Israel has extensive studies of cannabis, and use good science we should recognize), and even some evidence in the extremely limited and biased US studies, the FDA continues think cannabis is more dangerous than substances other people can profit off of.

But as we have seen from all of the food recalls, the FDA, as anything other than a political arm of the industries they are tasked with regulating, has no real value or credibility.  The Food and Drug Administration, can’t even protect our food supply.  They rely on voluntary industry practices, don’t have nearly enough inspectors to know what is going on, and ignore science when the findings might hurt the deep-pocketed companies they are supposed to regulate.  That is just the food portion.  In the drug portion, they are far worse, and their lack of oversight and political motivation directly contributed to the opioid epidemic we see today.  They allow biased industry studies to determine drug approval and as we have all seen, often allow unsafe drugs to be sold that they must later add a black box to or recall altogether.  (After the unnecessary deaths, of course.)  In short, the FDA is a fucking joke.  The DEA, says they have to enforce the law, and pass the buck back to the FDA.  The DEA are probably right about that, but who can even say anymore because they have so shot any credibility they could have had by brutally prosecuting a failed war on drugs that has done nothing but destroy lives?

I like cannabis.  I do not intend to stop using my medicine.  I also would like to pledge to vote for acquittal should I ever be placed on a jury for a cannabis charge.  I would like if you would consider joining me in that pledge.

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2017

Hello dear reader(s)!

Well, what the fuck can I say?  This has been a year.

I have no idea what kind of year, other than a really fucking eventful one that somewhat resembles a rapid cycling bipolar demon on meth.

Anyway, I am having trouble deciding how I will remember this year.  On the one hand, I met my love, who I am certain I was literally destined to be with, and on the other…. our country fell to fascism.

My health has both improved and regressed.

I have become both more generous and selfish with who I am generous to.

Up and down, up and down, up and down.  It’s like we are all getting roughly fucked by this year to the point where at times, it hurts too much to enjoy it.

2017 has been about rediscovering me, what matters to me, and being me without apology.  In that rediscovery, I feel I have grown.

My lovely fiance, has been the driving force behind much of that growth.  She saw me, and loves me, and so she is helping me be much more me.  With her, I feel better about myself (with the exception of my health), than I ever have.  Her love of those aspects of me I was always a little ashamed of or feared judgment about have greatly improved my self-opinion.  I hope I have helped her grow as well, as I see and love all sides of her, hidden or not, light or dark.

The biggest thing that I have learned this year, is that I just don’t belong.  I belong with my fiance.  I belong with some family.   I belong with a chosen small group of friends.  I belong with the few like-minded people who have no taste for the fucked-up way our society works.  Trump’s election, while a catastrophe, did serve to cause me to stop trying to fit in with so many people in this goddamn backwards country and only bother trying to hold or maintain relationships with those who I consider my tribe.  Us weirdos, who are only weird because we don’t choose to so willingly conform to the expectations of a failing society.

I am getting better at brushing off the negativity of those who still believe that misogyny and racism make a geographic region great.   I am getting better at ignoring the notion that people are successful if they drive a certain car or make a certain figure at the job they work in order to support the family that they lose connection to while working too much to provide for that family.  I am getting better at rejecting the advice of people who never really seemed as happy as I have been, or who have no idea what I have been through, or have been actively responsible for the terrible life choices I have been presented with.

In 2017 I realize that anyone who has an issue with me, has never walked in my shoes.  And when I think of how fucked up they are, despite their advantages, their lack of catastrophic illness, and not having to face even one-tenth of what I have faced but still feeling like maybe I have my shit better together than they do in what actually matters to me, well, 2017 is the year that says I am glad they have issues with me, because I have issues anyone who thinks they have some clue how I should behave.

It occurs to me, that I never wanted the life that was taken from me anyway.  I never wanted that 40 hour a week office job that created nothing but profits for a behemoth conglomerate exploiting my labor so that I can stress myself to a heart attack while missing out on life.  I never wanted that plan that was predetermined for me.  Maybe I knew somehow, that it wouldn’t be possible anyway.  But more likely, I knew I was never cut out for a life resembling most people, because from an early age I knew most people were fucking miserable.

My biggest regret is ever being swayed away from myself in the first place.  I only ever wanted a creative life since I was young.  But my generation was pushed so damn hard into academic, paper-pushing jobs that were all downsized while we were in school anyway.  Now that I am disabled, somehow getting lucky from selling some creative work is the only chance I have to really generate any wealth that is available to me.  And given that people who work for other people haven’t really been able to generate their own wealth in decades without property gambling… it seems as though more creativity is  also the only chance for many others who aren’t physically unable to hold a “normal” job.  The problem is, if I had been able to devote more time and effort to creative pursuits than to the useless paper chase that was school, that long-shot chance of getting lucky selling something creative would be much less long.  I must admit, I am still deeply resentful that I was purposefully steered toward a life that could only bring mediocrity in the best of circumstances.

I shouldn’t have listened.  I never should have conformed to what others wanted from me.  I wish it didn’t take me so long to realize that.  2017 is not the year that I should have figured out that I can’t stand the thought of being anyone but me.  Oh well, better late than never.

I am excited for 2018.  I am ready to live next year with both middle fingers extended to those who try to tell me how to live it.

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Let’s Unplug

Hello dear reader(s)!

I am wondering right now if this will be one of my last posts.  It isn’t because I have a nasty stomach issue (was told it was an ulcer, but everyone is having these symptoms in my house, so no, we think it’s a virus), or that I am simply spending more time away from this computer.  Nope, the reason is because Net Neutrality is likely dead.

The repeal of the rules governing Net Neutrality isn’t a partisan issue.  It was former President Barack Obama who appointed the fucking piece of shit punchable cuntface to the FCC who is hell-bent on giving a giant gift to the telecom industry from where he came.  It was President Trump who then promoted that fucking douche-canoe to the Chair.  Republicans and Democrats both take a fuckton of money from the telecom industry that is lobbying heavily to repeal the rules that allow the FCC to enforce the principle.

Despite assurances from ISP’s such as Comcast that they will not throttle or block specific content, there is ample reason to suspect that will happen.  From previous instances of throttling and blocking by major ISP’s prior to the rules under Title II, to their omission of assurances that they will not break content into packages (similar to cable channels) to charge extra for certain content, there is a good reason for people to be very concerned.

Of course, the sky won’t fall after the vote on December 14.  That would create an outrage.  It would be a PR nightmare for Comcast, Verizon, etc…  The CEO’s of these companies are smart enough to protect their bottom line.  No, what you will see is a gradual erosion of what we have, just as has been done with our say in our republic.  It will be so gradual, that they are betting we will all accept it, just as we have accepted police not being held accountable, voter suppression, a Congress that ignores everyone but its richest donors, a narcissistic President who is a Russian puppet, attacks on the LGBT community, attacks on religious minorities, attacks on racial minorities, attacks on labor, attacks on the poor, attacks on the disabled, attacks on human decency, legislation of, by, and for the corporations, attacks on the free press, attacks on the very pillars of democracy within this republic, etc, etc…

I recently watched a movie that took place in Berlin just before the wall came down.  It brought back a lot of memories of that time, and all the people who basically fought in secret every single day for decades against a totalitarian regime.  All before the internet.  Thousands of people took to the streets in civil unrest for weeks before the government announced on November 9, 1989 that all East Germans could visit the west.  The wall had fallen.  The people took to the streets and made it happen in defiance of the Stasi, all without a free press, let alone Facebook invites to the protests.

When the “Justice” Department demands information on anyone who liked a Facebook page that promoted a protest of Fuhrer Trump’s inauguration in an attempt to charge them with crimes, the government labels dissenters as “terrorists” then tracks their internet communications, and likely has the ability to see anything you do at any time on the web, perhaps it isn’t the best tool to use for resisting anyway.

In fact, maybe, just maybe, if people got off the fucking internet, they might actually be aware of what is happening.  Maybe if those aware of the issues had no internet, perhaps they would be motivated to do something meaningful instead of thinking they are making a difference by commenting their opinion online.  (He says via his online blog-type-thing.)

Look, I am aware that I am not walking the walk.  I am not exactly some combat ready leader about to overthrow our corporatocracy.  I type this shit while sick, on a couch, online.

I may not be the person for the job, but somebody needs to defend our rights.  Our military sure as hell doesn’t, they’re too busy in endless wars-for-profit in service of Exxon-Mobile and Goldman-Sachs.  Patriotism is reduced to flag waving and slavery-endorsing anthem singing.  Nobody is actually fighting for freedom anymore.  Maybe the loss of the free flow of information on the internet will what people finally feel strongly enough about that they decide to fight for it.  Maybe having to pay for porn and memes will finally be the spark this tinder box needs.  Who knows?  One can only hope.

We can try all we want to stop the repeal of Net Neutrality, but I think it is only a matter of time.  Instead of paying the ISP’s extra fees and wondering why that politically controversial video keeps buffering, we can unplug and participate in the revolution, or at the very least, we can unplug and spend more time with our loved ones before the end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The REAL Men

Hello dear reader(s)!

I am not a REAL man!  The comments section on the intertubes certainly seem to think so, anyway.  I think every dumb fucking redneck in the country has told me that since Hollywood has been blowing up about sexual assault and harassment, although it has been going on really ever since I first suggested people are their own business.  It is because I believe women are treated like fucking shit in our society and it’s not even right, or natural given their importance to humanity.  I guess being against sexual assault and pedophilia is also a bad thing, according to these REAL men.  And apparently, being sex-positive, for equality, and for body autonomy is an automatic revocation of my REAL man card.  (Because only men decide what REAL men are, and if those REAL men are lucky, they get cards.  It’s like Valentine’s Day in elementary school, but for misogynists.)

I know I am not totally above the fray.  I am certain that in my early teen years I went along with the lewd comments about the girls who were my friends.  I probably said a few things to fit in, too.  Every boy did.  And I know for a fact that the word “fag” was a regular part of my vocabulary before I even knew what it was supposed to mean.  It’s what was expected.  That belief that anything but the patriarchal view of masculinity is wrong happens to be everywhere, and is being promoted.  I’ve never whipped out my cock to masturbate in front of the girls I liked, I’ve never grabbed them by their pussy, or any other body part, I’ve never assaulted them, but did I make some feel uncomfortable?  I’ve never hit a kid for being gay, or even openly purposely made fun of anyone who my peers suspected, but did I ever help make them feel unaccepted?  I’ve never been called out for that, but that means nothing, given how normal this behavior is within our society.

I would say that it is pretty likely that I have offended someone before with a little too many “jokes”, or a little too much “flirting”.  If any woman from my past is reading this, and I made you feel uncomfortable, I cannot express how sorry I am.  I would say that is pretty likely I have offended people with a non-textbook definition of patriarchal gender roles and orientations when calling someone a “fag” for something completely unrelated to my perception of their or any bystanders’ heteronormativity.  For that, I also offer my sincerest apologies.

However, unlike the REAL men, I grew the fuck up.  I learned it was wrong, and adjusted my attitude to understand that we are not entitled to anyone’s bodies, attention, time, or anything else they choose not to give us.  It didn’t take me until a media storm to realize it, or decades into adulthood when I should have fucking known better.

I’m not a REAL man because I accept the truth.  It is a simple truth, but because of our fucked-up society, it is actually quite controversial.  That truth is, “People don’t fucking belong to you.

Anyway, because I say this, I guess I am not a REAL man.  Apparently, I am a libtard, sissy, beta, cuck.  In fact, this has become a common “insult” string from the alt-right (Nazis) to any man who doesn’t believe that hyper-“masculine” white males are superior to anyone else.

Hmmm, okay, let’s break this “insult” down.

Libtard.  This is a combination of the word “liberal” (fuck you, I’m a Democratic Socialist, thank you), and “retarded”.  By retarded, I can only assume they mean the pejorative for someone who is less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for ones age.  It is important to note the people who use this word likely had to look up “pejorative” to even understand what I just said.

Sissy.  Well, I seriously doubt they mean a little sister (which I am not), so I am guessing they mean a weak and effeminate man, or someone into that particular kink.  So, to the first, yes, I am weak.  Surviving something that would make you put a bullet through your head can do that to someone.  Effeminate?  Well, I think most traits are human traits, so I am not even really sure that what means.  I would say based on the incorrect and arbitrary assignment of those traits to prospective genders and the constant reinforcement of those assignments in all of our culture, I likely still end up with more traditionally “masculine” traits than the falsely named “feminine” ones.  Or perhaps they mean transvestite or transexual, which I am not, to either.  However, I fail to see the insult there.  So what if someone is, or is not any one or all of those things?

Beta.  Oh don’t even get me started on this one.  I’ll just let Adam Conover help me out on this one.

Cuck.  Of course.  It’s like the Nazi insult du jour.  This word comes from the fetish of cuckolding, which for those who pretend to have never heard about it, (search tracking proves you’re probably lying), is basically a fetish wherein a man chooses to remain faithful to his significant other as he accepts her having sex outside the relationship, or encourages it.  There are various degrees of this fetish, and variations to include all partnered sexes and orientations, but it boils down to consensual activity between adults.  The fact that these people who use that as an insult typically support Presidential candidates that brag about sexual assault, or Senatorial candidates that are alleged pedophiles, should speak volumes.  Bottom line, I do not find this word to be insulting.  Just because I hope to be my love’s everything, doesn’t mean I disrespect those who would rather their significant other has more than they can offer.

So even though I fit none of the “insults” above, the fact of the matter is that I do not think any of those things are something insulting anyway.  (Except maybe the “libtard”, because liberals abandoned labor in favor of corporate cash, and I don’t think anyone should made fun due to developmental differences.)  The point is, if these REAL men think that anyone who fits how they use these words should be insulted, it also means that a REAL man must be a misogynist, homophobic, puritanical douche-canoe.

If being a REAL man means that I need to think that women are required to give us anything they do not wish to do so freely, or that anything we have mislabeled as feminine is to be derided, or that sexual activities between consenting adults are any of our business, then those REAL men can take their little man cards and send them to the people who are worried that they may be be forced into the unisex bathrooms in the FEMA camps during Operation Jade Helm with only their precious man cards to save them from the possibility of having to pee next to a transexual made in a liberal conspiracy to end all males using chemtrails.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go to a DNC donor meeting in my pink, frilly dress.  I’ll just stand there really passively while a fictional alpha man fucks my significant other with his AR-15.  Then I’m running right home to cash my check from George Soros!

I would feel much less ashamed about any of that than I would for thinking that those who don’t fit some bullshit version of masculinity is inferior.  Long story slightly less long, I would rather be a liberal, sissy, beta, cuck, than a racist, misogynist, transphobic, homophobic, white-trash, ignorant, Trump supporting asshole, any day of the week.  Especially on Sundays, because Jesus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We Have No Justice Here

Hello dear reader(s)!

I have come to the unfortunate conclusion that the United States lacks a justice system.  It isn’t just that reforms are absolutely needed in the courts, public funding, and jails, but simply that our concept of justice isn’t justice at all.

American justice, is just some small-dick, white guy’s vengeance fantasy straight from every bad Dirty Harry movie or Hollywood Western.

From when a very large cop throws a hay maker to the face of a seriously intoxicated girl at a college football game, simply because she drunk slapped him in the back of the head as she was being carried out, to all the people who cheer when a protester gets run down…we don’t really understand justice.

In the incident in Miami, this woman was clearly no threat to the cop.  He had numerous other options to restrain her, but chose to respond with disproportionate force.  That isn’t justice.  This cop will get off, because he was struck first, and because cops always get off, and that isn’t justice either.

When the cop fanboys cheer that kind of thing, I ask what they would do if it were their own children who, in a tempter tantrum, tried some half-assed slap.  Would they punch the kid square in the face ten times harder to prove their point?  Or would they grab their hands (because you still don’t want a finger in your eye), and let them know that they are getting in even bigger trouble for trying to slap?  And don’t try to give me the notion that children are not as strong as adults and so these adults are threats, because in either case, the force difference is overwhelming.

Cops shoot unarmed people (mostly black people) for any number of imagined slights.  The internet army cheers them on.  “He should’ve complied.”  “He was a thug.”  “He should have reached for the ID the officer barked at him to get more slowly.”

If you survive a cop, there are two routes you can go.  The route with money will get a lawyer that will actually work on your case, and will spend time getting the court to see the human being you are outside of the crime in an attempt to mitigate any sentencing provided you are actually convicted.  Extra bonus points if you are young, wealthy, and white.  You probably won’t be convicted though, because your lawyer can spend the time to exploit any possibly weaknesses in the case made by the Prosecution.

The route without money is much worse.  You will get an overworked lawyer, with about six hours (if you’re lucky) to review your case.  About 95% of cases taken by a public defender result in a plea agreement.  If you dare to refuse a plea and take your case to trial, you will sit in jail longer as you await that trial.  Of course, you can buy your way out of jail, if you can afford it.

Sadly, most of the US doesn’t care.  “You did the crime, you do the crime”, they say.  But this is for people without a conviction.  This is a system that railroads poor people into pleading guilty when they may not be.  Americans believe that arrest equals guilt, which is the antithesis of what our justice system should be predicated upon.  Some people believe that any encounter with the police equals guilt.

Then, or course, there are the laws themselves.  Many laws are simply unjust.  Many laws infringe upon our human and Constitutional rights, but are enforced anyway.  For most of those laws, are selectively enforced, and that’s not just perception, the numbers back it up.

“Sorry random black kid with two ounces, you obviously have intent to sell, thug.”  vs. “Don’t worry little white kid, feels like an ounce to me.  We’re just going to write you a ticket, or give you a warning.  If I catch you again, I will tell your parents the next time I see them at Bennigan’s.”

No.  We don’t do justice here in the US.  We can’t call cops to help us, we call them to clean up the mess and exact our vengeance.  Cops can’t keep us safe.  They don’t stop the nutjob who opens fire over a crowd of concertgoers or parishioners; they either clean up the murder-suicide, or kill or arrest the perpetrator after it happens.  They don’t stop the break-in, they try to get an arrest and then cruise the pawn shops to get your stuff back after the fact.  Yet those arrests don’t deter the crime.  Our prison population includes a bigger percentage of our population than any other nation, and yet people still commit crimes.  What keeps us safe, isn’t the police, it is the fact that most of us are good people, who are not yet desperate enough to survive by any means necessary.  The home invader is either gone, dead or injured, or has harmed someone by the time police arrive.

Your local police aren’t some fictional TV show or spy movie.  They don’t stop the terrorist attack just before the bomb blows up ala NCIS LA, they pick up the pieces and try to arrest someone for it afterward.  They were too busy getting an easy arrest by raiding a place for cannabis.  Much easier to bust a relaxed stoner than it would be to investigate, infiltrate, and prevent a terrorist attack, after all.  Too busy harassing the guy panhandling on the freeway entrance.  Too busy working crowd control protecting Nazis’ “rights” to intimidate and call for genocide.

If it sounds like I don’t like police, I can’t really argue that.  I like the concept of police.  I do think that some actions should have consequences.  I do believe that justice still should carry an element of punishment for unjust offenses.  Where I don’t like police is their belief that those consequences only apply the way they choose to apply them, and never face them themselves.

But it isn’t personal, or just against cops.

Until we realize that justice isn’t vengeance, that justice needs to be equally applied, and that those who carry out justice need to be just people themselves, I don’t really like any aspect of our “justice system”.  We need a full cultural shift on what defines justice, if we ever want to live in a just society.

Until then, no justice, no peace.  That’s not a threat, it is what’s happening.

 

 

 

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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