Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

butterflyinthewell:

Hey.

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Stop scrolling for a minute.

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Your existence matters. 

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You being here makes the world a better place. 

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You deserve good things.

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You’ll be okay.

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I love you very much.

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bonehandledknife:

sashayed:

I haven’t quite thought this out enough to have my thoughts totally clear, but I usually clarify my thoughts by writing them down, so I’m gonna try it anyway. For context I am writing as an ethnically Jewish white person.

I have seen some Discourse where person A says something like “We can’t dehumanize the people we’re fighting,” and then Person B goes “Yeah, this was why we shouldn’t have punched that Nazi!” and then Person C goes “Uh, we have to punch Nazis,” and then Person D says “Nazis aren’t people!” and then the whole Discourse Cycle starts up again. 

The problem, I think, is that we are taking “don’t dehumanize” as code for “be nice to?” And that’s not what it is. “Don’t dehumanize” means understanding there is not a profound difference between yourself and a person who believes something repugnant. Otherwise, it becomes too tempting to think that a repugnant belief is some kind of monstrous mental defect that we get to just magically Not Have, because we – after all – are people, and Nazis are Not People. 

If we believe that we are immune to repugnant beliefs, we become incredibly vulnerable to them. Sorry if I’m being redundant here, but I really want to spell this out: If we think that Nazis aren’t people, we open a door that is going to kill our ability to be useful, effective, intersectional activists. We will absolutely become complacent. Beliefs will creep up slowly in our brains, because that’s what brains do, they gather information and make just whatever crap soup out of it, and we – if we sense the development of these ideas at all – will go “Well, this must NOT be a repugnant belief, because only Not-People have repugnant beliefs, and I am a Person!” 

And again, that’s not synonymous with saying that “If you want to punch Nazis in the face YOU’RE JUST AS BAD AS THEM!!!!” That’s crazy and garbage. It’s also not synonymous with “We have to tolerate Nazi beliefs!” I am trying to make a pretty straightforward statement that Nazis are people. They are people, and we have to look that fact dead on, and then we have to punch those people in the face, hard and often.

“They are people, and we have to look that fact dead on, and then we have to punch those people in the face, hard and often.”

THIS

danekez:

roachpatrol:

the-phoenixian:

roachpatrol:

jumpingjacktrash:

just in case anyone was thinking about bombing trump tower or lighting it on fire or something, how about instead you throw paint balloons at the ground floor windows every day

just every single day forever

because cleaning off the paint then becomes a 24/7 job that is super obvious to everyone in the vicinity

and the trumples will freak the fuck out and act like it’s the same as bombing the fucking thing, which is hilarious and embarrassing for everyone else

it will be demanded that the police make it staaaaaaaahp like it’s this huge goddamn deal and the police will be like oh my god stop wasting my time this is excruciating

plus it’s really easy to just have different people do it at different times of day and if you do get caught oh well it’s a misdemeanor vandalism charge, pay a fine and go home

tell me you can’t find 365 people who would cop to a vandalism fine for the privilege of driving merkin von bankrupt absolutely batshit with impotent fury

just an idea

…this is really good, dude. i LIKE it. 

“Don’t think of it as criminal, think of it as putting the window washer’s kids through college.”

additional suggestion: the paint should be pink, and glittery. nothing horrifies bigoted men more than their macho status objects being CONTAMINATED by NASTY AWFUL NO GOOD SCARY GROSS FEMME COOTIES. taking danglord turnip’s big metal monument and smearing the girliest possible paintjob across its bottom would be particularly distressing to the guys we wanna distress, while not at all bothering anyone else. 

Im just. imagining. As the weeks go on and theres more demand to catch the vandals, stakeouts are happening and the pressure is on. Cop McGee is sitting in the car watching the building with a cold cup of coffee and a warbling radio filled with a WHOLE lot of interesting feedback- car chases they’d rather be doing. The clock is ticking, the vandals haven’t hit yet. Were they going to miss a day? Just the luck of Cop McGee.

Then it happens. A loud splat. There it is… a pink splotch. But smaller than normal, and nobody was running. IN fact there wasn’t anyone near the building just at that moment…. what? 

SPLAT SPLAT

Then it begins raining. Paint balls- but from where. Cop McGee whirls around in their seat looking for a perp. Nothing. SPLAT SPLAT. Where is it coming from? what’s happening??

Paint Ball Snipers. It’s Paint Ball Snipers.

Next day someone comes in with a drone hooked up to about eight cans of spray paint rigged to open fire once in range. It’s a swirling, flying disk of feminine justice.

Then there’s the donation of Stuart Semple’s Pinkest Pink pigment that’s released in clouds all over the block on a day fresh after the rain when the walls are all still wet. 

satanstrousers:

1994-2016:

stylinsonxhealy:

satanstrousers:

One of my friends asked me the other day if I would suck one thousand dicks for a billion dollars, and I love questions like that because not only are they so demonstrative of the no-homo society we live in, but they also show a fundamental lack of understanding that some people have for the value of money. Like, do you realize just how much money one billion dollars is? Do you realize I could live my life in the lap of luxury buying literally everything I could ever want and still have a fortune to leave to my children?? For sucking some dicks?? We are talking 1 million dollars per dick sucked!! That’s just economical like come on man.

1 billion dollars and all you’d have to do is suck a dick every day for the next 2.7 years. That’s it. Plenty of people already do that. You could quit your job and literally suck dick for a living. You could suck two dicks a day and only have to suck dick for 1.4 years. You could suck 5 dicks a day for about 6 months. 5 DICKS A DAY FOR 6 MONTHS FOR A BILLION DOLLARS, OF COURSE I’LL FUCKIN DO THAT. THAT’S THE DREAM, THAT’S FUCKIN HEAVEN.

and here i was thinking about sucking dick for free

I haven’t seen this on my dash in a while and I think now is as good a time as any to tell you guys that this post got big enough to get to facebook, where it was seen by my cousin, who brought it up at a family event which ended in me defending sucking 1000 dicks to my very religious family

lord-kitschener:

thelimpingdoctor:

lord-kitschener:

I will point out though that you are not a bad anti-nazi if you’re not able to physically punch nazis. That carries a ton of risks, not only physical but legal/financial, and is best left to, uh, trained experts. You’ll find your own way to bash the fash, and comrade Jeb! will be proud of you the whole way

Document and then destroy their posters, stickers, and graffiti.

Educate yourself about the nature and tactics of fascism. Learn to identify them and when you find one, tell everyone what you see.

Learn from and listen to the communities they target.

Bingo

dispatchrabbi:

yuleagin-nova:

We should react to and freeze out nazis in the way we did TERFs.

posts by known neo-nazis should be ignored or deleted. Nazis should be blocked. Put in the comments of any such post you see “the OP is a Nazi”.

IDENTIFY & SANCTION
NO SPACE FOR NAZISM

There are people reblogging this saying “Shouldn’t we open lines of communication? Isn’t shutting out opposing viewpoints what’s led to the political divide in our country?”

No. You don’t talk with Nazis, because they want me (and maybe you) dead.

You can (and should) talk with conservatives, trying to bridge that divide by them getting to see what the world looks like to you and you getting to see what they are worried about. But you don’t do that with people who have decided you shouldn’t be allowed to live.

You shut them down. You make it clear that this is not a forum for their bullshit.

candy5hark11:

nightcoremoon:

frickdun:

[slides nasa $20] so, tell me about the aliens

aliens: [slide nasa $40]

nasa: lmao what aliens

nasa, with $60, holding back tears: we can finally afford some more space rocks

lattebooks-lattepuns:

a junior who was taking the psat today ditched the idea of pulling the fire alrm to get out of testing and instead hacked into the school’s alarm system to set it off exactly when the English section was scheduled to start

THIS KID WAS SLICK ENOUGH TO HACK INTO AN ALARM SYSTEM BECAUSE HE WASN’T PREPARED FOR THE PSAT

and there you have it

that’s the summary of the American education system

fabulousworkinprogress:

My grandfather was a generally peaceful man. He was a gardener, an EMT, a town selectman, and an all around fantastic person. He would give a friend - or a stranger - the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He also taught me some of the most important lessons I ever learned about violence, and why it needs to exist.

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When I was five, my grandfather and grandmother discovered that my rear end and lower back were covered in purple striped bruises and wheals. They asked me why, and I told them that Tom, who was at that time my stepfather, had punished me. I don’t remember what he was punishing me for, but I remember the looks on their faces. 

When my mother and stepfather arrived, my grandmother took my mother into the other room. Then my grandfather took my stepfather into the hallway. He was out of my eye line, but I saw through the crack in the door on the hinge side. He slammed my stepfather against the wall so hard that the sheet rock buckled, and told him in low terms that if he ever touched me again they would never find his body. 

I absolutely believed that he would kill my stepfather, and I also believed that someone in the world thought my safety was worth killing for. 

In the next few years, he gave me a few important tips and pointers for dealing with abusers and bullies. He taught me that if someone is bringing violence to you, give it back to them as harshly as you can so they know that the only response they get is pain. He taught me that guns are used as scare tactics, and if you aren’t willing to accept responsibility for mortally wounding someone, you should never own one. He told me that if I ever had a gun aimed at me, I should accept the possibility of being shot and rush the person, or run away in a zig-zag so they couldn’t pick me off. He taught me how to break someone’s knee, how to hold a knife, and how to tell if someone is holding a gun with intent to kill. He was absolutely right, and he was one of the most peaceful people I’ve ever met. He was never, to my knowledge, violent with anyone who didn’t threaten him or his family. Even those who had, he gave chances to, like my first stepfather. 

When I was fourteen, a friend of mine was stalked by a mutual acquaintance. I was by far younger than anyone else in the social crowd; he was in his mid twenties, and the object of his “affection” was as well. Years before we had a term for “Nice Guy” bullshit, he did it all. He showed up at her house, he noted her comings and goings, he observed who she spent time with, and claimed that her niceness toward him was a sign that they were actually in a relationship.

This came to a head at a LARP event at the old NERO Ware site. He had been following her around, and felt that I was responsible for increased pressure from our mutual friends to leave her alone. He confronted me, her, and a handful of other friends in a private room and demanded that we stop saying nasty things about him. Two of our mutual friends countered and demanded that he leave the woman he was stalking alone. 

Stalker-man threw a punch. Now, he said in the aftermath that he was aiming for the man who had confronted him, but he was looking at me when he did it. He had identified me as the agent of his problems and the person who had “turned everyone against him.” His eyes were on mine when the punch landed. He hit me hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and I slammed my head into a steel bedpost on the way down.

When I shook off the stunned confusion, I saw that two of our friends had tackled him. I learned that one had immediately grabbed him, and the other had rabbit-punched him in the face. I had a black eye around one eyebrow and inner socket, and he was bleeding from his lip. 

At that time in my life, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, I was struggling with the fact that I had been molested repeatedly by someone who my mother had recently broken up with. He was gone, but I felt conflicted and worthless and in pain. I was still struggling, but I knew in that moment that I had a friend in the world who rabbit-punched a man for hitting me, and I felt a little more whole.

Later that year, I was bullied by a girl in my school. She took special joy in tormenting me during class, in attacking me in the hallways, in spreading lies and asserting things about me that were made up. She began following me to my locker, and while I watched the clock tick down, she would wait for me to open it and try to slam my hand in it. She succeeded a few times. I attempted to talk to counselors and teachers. No one did anything. Talking to them made it worse, since they turned and talked to her and she called me a “tattle” for doing it. I followed the system, and it didn’t work. 

I remembered my friend socking someone in the face when he hit me. I recalled what my grandfather had taught me, and decided that the next time she tried, I would make sure it was the last. I slammed the door into her face, then shut her head in the base of my locker, warping the aluminum so badly that my locker no longer worked. She never bothered me again. 

Violence is always a potential answer to a problem. I believe it should be a last answer - everything my grandfather taught me before his death last year had focused on that. He hadn’t built a bully or taught me to seek out violence; he taught me how to respond to it.

I’ve heard a lot of people talk recently about how, after the recent Nazi-punching incident, we are in more danger because they will escalate. That we will now see more violence and be under more threat because of it. I reject that. We are already under threat. We are already being attacked. We are being stripped of our rights, we are seeing our loved ones and our family reduced to “barely human” or equated with monsters because they are different. 

To say that we are at more risk now than we were before a Nazi got punched in the face is to claim that abusers only hurt you if you fight back. Nazis didn’t need a reason to want to hurt people whom they have already called inhuman, base, monsters, thugs, retards, worthless, damaging to the gene pool, and worthy only of being removed from the world. They were already on board. The only difference that comes from fighting back is the intimate knowledge that we will not put up with their shit.

And I’m just fine with that.

biochromium:

betterbemeta:

In light of the great Nazi punching meme going around right now, I want to remind everyone that the people who were filmed socking Richard Spencer were members of AntiFa or another organization aligned with AntiFa. They were dressed the way they were to obscure their identity and were trained, prepared, etc. to risk and face arrest, pepper spray, violent police force etc. They weren’t just any random person. 

We all should want to rearrange a Nazi face but please remember that AntiFa resistance is trained to take these actions while protecting themselves and others from law enforcement. The best thing many of us can do is to support and assist these people: by not identifying them, by not implicating them, by covering their movements and not putting ourselves or others at-risk while they are working.

Punch a Nazi today, but recognize that AntiFa and aligned organizations might fight for everybody but they don’t go into these situations as everypeople. A clear understanding of their actions, goals, and the risks of their work is paramount to their safety and success.

thank AntiFa for their hard work and commitment today by donating their legal defense fund

littlestartopaz:

peridootandthemagicalpoot:

nerdgul:

rinielelrandir:

angelofdisneymusic:

sprachtraeume:

sweetapplestrider:

-random applause that eventually encompasses the entire cafeteria
-skipping classes to go to your friend’s lunch periods
-”come with me i dont wanna go alone”
-not knowing who you’re singing happy birthday for
-“hey if i pay you will you go through the line and get me something”
-knowing your id number so you can actually eat
-only wearing your id during lunch period
-that ONE security guard
-”what’s even for lunch today”
-HOLY FUCK IT’S CHICKEN NUGGET DAY
-those girls who chill in the bathroom doing their makeup
-fights = dinner AND a show
-”hey what lunch do you have this year” “b” “damn i’m in c”

What the fuck does any of this mean why is there a security guard in your school what

America, you ok?

No, we’re not okay. What do you mean you don’t have security guards in your schools other countries? We don’t even just have security guards, sometimes we have actual fucking police officers.

U gotta go through a metal detector to enter the building in a lot of public schools

And yet many kids carry weapons in their pockets or purses to keep safe.

In my hs a girl brought in a can of pepper spray in her panties behind a belt cause she had been threatened to be attacked (i know cause she was attacked and sprayed the whole dam hallway, during lunch actually). Also culinary kids were allowed knives in their bags.

mattfractionblog:

breakthecitysky:

“I understand there’s been some confusion online as to whether it’s ever right to punch a Nazi in the face.  There is a compelling argument that all speech is equal and we should trust to the discourse to reveal these ideas for what they are and confidently expect them to be denounced and crushed out by the mechanisms of democracy and freedom.

All I can tell you is, from my perspective as an old English socialist and cultural liberal who is probably way to the woolly left from most of you and actually has a medal for services to free speech – yes, it is always correct to punch Nazis. They lost the right to not be punched in the face when they started spouting genocidal ideologies that in living memory killed millions upon millions of people. And anyone who stands up and respectfully applauds their perfect right to say these things should probably also be punched, because they are clearly surplus to human requirements. Nazis do not need a hug. Nazis do not need to be indulged. Their world doesn’t get better until you’ve been removed from it. Your false equivalences mean nothing. Their agenda is always, always, extermination. Nazis need a punch in the face.

(And the argument that such assaults allow Nazis to get more attention doesn’t work so well when they were already going live on a national television network, because this is where we are now. This is how normalised their presence in our culture is.)

Glad we got that cleared up.”

- Warren Ellis, in his latest issue of Orbital Operations, to which you can, and should, subscribe.

SEE A NAZI
SMACK A NAZI

meow-tickles:

saburx:

meow-tickles:

I was on the phone with my 7-year-old cousin and can i say that i have a newfound respect for him like damn

He has pokemon sun and his team??

Nothing but wishiwashi and incineroar

Like what the fuck

How in the shit

He BEAT THE GAME with this team

5 fish fucks and an angry ass cat

I’m scared of him and his five fish

How??

I asked and all he said was “I believe in them” he’s gonna be the purest badass when he grows up

inkskinned:

i want you to understand that the fact people are saying “it’s wrong to punch a nazi” isn’t something that sprang out of nowhere.

this is what happens when we tell minorities that they cannot speak too loud. that kneeling during the national anthem is “disrespectful.” that protests are riots, that any form of civil disobedience is suddenly too much to handle. when we say that anger is “fighting fire with fire,” when we silence the efforts of minorities by poking holes in the manner of protest. this is what happens when we let people believe in ideas like reverse racism, like anti-male discrimination. when the idea that they are losing the upper hand is the same as hurting them.

this is what happens when we humanize nazis in cute documentaries. when we have “talk shows” where each side is “represented” and one side shouts down the other. this is what happens when we say that the true way to protest is silent, to “just take the high road”. when we treat inhumanity and cruelty as just another “opinion.” 

we understand when captain america punches nazis without asking if they’re really just “misunderstood.” we know instinctively, like him, that they’re bad. but for some reason there’s this horror when real people become as violent as real nazis. how awful we are! “lowering” ourselves! we’re just as bad! 

this is a vicious cycle of silencing and gaslighting. that feeling that you get when someone says “when you’re mean to the other side, you’re just like them,” that’s what it feels like to be gaslighted. that nausea, that unfairness you feel crawling up your throat. that’s when you refuse to shake hands with your bully and being told by your teachers that you’re just as bad as he is. 

it’s bullshit. it’s a lie they tell you so you keep your voice down and your hands still and you don’t make a fuss. it’s a lie so they can ignore you because one person screamed too loud or broke their rules - and one person will always break the rules. it’s the lie that calls feminists militant, it’s the lie that claims black people are thugs and violent, it’s the lie that lets them ignore everything. and if it’s in place, if it’s happening anyway: ignore it. some people need to be punched in the face. i don’t mean there’s no place for discussion. but when someone believes in the eradication of a people based on religion, you punch them in the face. this isn’t a moment for moral relativism, about how two wrongs don’t make a right, about fire with fire, about bullshit. this is me, and my morals, and realizing some things aren’t going to be solved with polite pleas.

listen to me. i’m 5′2″ and if someone gives me the chance, I will punch the ever loving shit out of a nazi.

princesspotpourri:

kyraneko:

yol-ande:

There is no way around a fact that the First Order concept and culture is deeply and uncritically inspired by Nazi imagery. I am still pissed off at creative decision to use Nazi chic IN SPACE! like you wouldn’t believe. I am also very spiteful, hence this headcanon.

Every person with vaguest idea about history of fashion knows that while Nazi uniforms were admittedly very stylish, they were also incredibly uncomfortable for the wearers. I like to imagine it’s the same case for the First Order uniforms. They certainly look like they could be.

So, imagine: at one of the deeply First Order worlds lives a fashion designer. He doesn’t really have a means to actively fight a regime. On the other hand, he has mouths to feed and workers that depending on him.

That doesn’t mean he can’t make nuisance of himself, though. And he can do it without the First Order noticing that something is amiss, even.

He gets a contract for designing and producing uniforms for officers and civilian dignitaries.

And then he gleefully makes them the most uncomfortable things ever conceived by fashion. All in the name of ~aesthetics~, of course. Of course.

(I like to think it’s generational tradition. The Empire’s boner on capes isn’t very practical, either.)

It’s the little things.

The algorithm for tailoring commissioned officers’ uniforms is one of his favorites.

It looks good. It’s trim and chic and the lines are perfect.

It digs into your waist when you sit down. It tugs gently at the front of your thighs. It pulls down in the back so you feel a tiny bit awkward and always worry about your tunic riding up and exposing a bit of flesh. Attempts to tug it up a little come to no avail.

It’s always just a tiny bit too close at the throat. The inner lining rests above the wristbones, making you feel like your sleeves are too short. The fabric is a little too thick, creasing uncomfortably inside elbows and knees when these joints are bent too far. It does not hide stains at all.

His copy reads brilliantly, if he does say so himself. “Our tailoring programs custom-fit every piece to your specific measurements.” True. “The resulting uniform works with your unique body shape to create a flawless image.” Also true. “The absolute best in military fashion for the absolute best in military history.” Fashion being, as one Coruscanti critic back in the Republic days put it, “the priority of people who never have to sit down.”

The outer fabric is sturdy, matte, and able to repel low-level energy bolts. It will also do a great deal to resist a vibroknife. The specialized equipment necessary for cutting the pieces out add quite a bit to the price, to the point where they cut significantly into his profits, but all will be well worth it the first time somebody attempts to have their uniform retailored. Moreover, the fabric is an astoundingly poor insulator, and even worse at blocking the wind.

The lining is soft, pleasant to touch, with a tendency to grab and bind when slid and pressed against skin. Say, like when you sit down. Its insulating qualities do as little as possible to make up for where the outer fabric is lacking in that regard, and it tends toward clamminess when wet, and is slow to dry.

None of this will pose too much of a problem on board ship, but whenever they’re out in the field, they will suffer. One does what one can.

He has a lucrative, multi-decade, exclusive contract with the First Order, and at the celebration dinner when the new uniforms were revealed, he made sure to introduce everyone at the head table to his friend who specialized in personal armor design, with the suggestion that the old stormtrooper armor, though a fine design, could perhaps use some minor improvements.

Whenever he feels off these days, all he has to do to cheer himself up is imagine a First Order general sitting down.

Passive resistance done well! This is A+

trixiemonsoon:

this blog is 100% supportive of ppl who punch nazis in the face, the act of punching nazis in the face, and fully believes all nazis should be punched in the face

saccharinescorpion:

softbutchmonet:

saccharinescorpion:

talking about Rosie The Riveter, fun fact: while the We Can Do It picture has become the most-well known depiction of her in modern times, it wasn’t really a famous image when it was made–in fact, it wasn’t even intended to be her

the most famous depiction of Rosie The Riveter during WWII was probably Norman Rockwell’s painting 

note what she’s resting her foot on

i fully support anti-fascist/anti-nazi butch lesbian rosie the riveter

huh i sure do feel like reblogging this for no particular reason today

wildehacked:

iluminacje:

thebruisedandbitten:

I want an evil OTP that slowly take over the world together and commit several murders and just have only each other as redeemable qualities. 

YES PLEASE

anakinshouldnt:

anyways…if u think my ass is gonna be able to watch the next Star Wars movie see krylo ron and like be impressed by his powers when I just saw daddy v waste everyone in like 1 min….you’ve got a whole other thing coming