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

librarianarchy:

pisshets:

pisshets:

“If you fight fascists that makes you a fascist”

No??? In fact
It’s the exact opposite???

If you don’t fight fascism, if you give it a platform, if you allow it to organize, if you remain neutral in the fight against fascism the you have completely betrayed those whom the fascists seek to oppress. You have betrayed them and you have sided with fascism.

This isn’t a fucking game and you don’t get to pretend that those who are trying to defend themselves against violence and oppression are as poisonous as those who are endeavoring to oppress them. You’ve either learned nothing from history or you haven’t got a damn lick of morality in you. Don’t like fascism? Fucking do something. Your inaction is not the moral high ground that you think it is.

I made this post at six am before going to bed and it has blown up a lil

Your inaction is not the moral high ground that you think it is.

(via the-hogfather)

radiojamming:

In the spring of 1943 in Germany, my grandfather, who had been separated from his company and had lost his dogtags (therefore was fundamentally alone and terrified he would be shot on sight) had finally had enough.

And punched a Nazi off his motorcycle.

To have heard my grandpa tell it, “I just suckerpunched that man right off his bike and took off down that road screaming, “What the hell! What the hell!” and I don’t even remember how fast I was going.”

So do a solid for my grandpa and punch a Nazi. 

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

little-brisk:

a friend shared a meme on facebook titled ‘what the signs like’, the joke being that all of them were ‘punching a nazi in the face’; i felt it lacked nuance and so:

aries: punching a nazi in the face, ANY TIME, ANYWHERE, MFCKZ

taurus: punching a nazi in the face in defense of friends threatened by him, also stealing his sandwich

gemini: punching a nazi in the face, and then going home and writing a blog post about love and understanding

cancer: inviting a nazi over for poisoned tea

leo: punching a nazi in the face, then climbing on a platform to give an impassioned speech about it

virgo: exhaustively researching the best methods of nazi-punching before delivering a perfectly calculated blow to a nazi’s face, being unsatisfied, starting over

libra: punching a nazi in the face, dancing while glitter spontaneously rains from the sky

scorpio: sneaking up behind a nazi and pushing him into someone else’s fist

sagittarius: charming a nazi into punching himself in the face

capricorn: punching ten nazis on the way to pick up a cup of coffee before work in the morning

aquarius: punching a nazi in the face as public therapeutic performance art, not caring that nobody gets it

pisces: summoning a force of pure psychic energy to deck a nazi without moving a muscle

(via lathori)

fialleril asked: Jersey please tell me the story of the time you punched a Nazi.

jerseydevious:

did u actually punch a nazi in a food lion tell the story please

i call it the time that @flaminganakin became my lawyer and spent an amount of time panicking. here it is, the highly dramaticized because it is not actually that impressive story:

so it was one of those days, you know the ones. where you’re just having a bad existence, and you’re not about to stand up for any bullshit, no siree, not on this here day. the kind of day where you just really want to choke people for chewing too loud, seriously, lady. or strangle people for eating pork rinds. they’re too loud, and the smell makes me nauseous, and i’m not about this life, but i procrastinated on the grocery shopping so there i am, suffering my way through food lion. fucking pork rinds, hate that shit, just eat pringles 

anyway, i grab my hamburger helper, and i’m in the aisle waiting for the moment i can not be here. i knocked over a stand, earlier, and it sucked, and i just wanted to leave. 

the dude in front of me pulls out this galaxy - the kind you can land airplanes on, and i’m caught up for a minute thinking about what an ostentatious phone that is. it’s huge. no one needs a phone that huge, i can see what you’re typing from three stories away - wait. what is that. so i lean around him to peer closer, and you know what i see? the fucking stormfront website. i’d know that stupid gray face and the ‘boyle’s law’ shit anywhere, that’s the fucking stormfront website, i’m losing my mind here. stormfronters are supposed to be, like, the moon. they have no business being out during the day, and yet, here they are, using up perfectly good air boy please go apologize to some plants for wasting their hard work

so this guy, he’s reading. intently. he puts his shit on the conveyor, mostly ignoring the cashier, a lovely black lady. you can see where this is going. but, as it is, she’s not going fast enough for him, and then this bitchass starts yelling slurs at her. really awful shit, like ‘go back to the circus if you can’t work a computer monkeyass ‘n****r’! i lose it the second he yells ‘n****r’ at her and i turn him around with his shoulder and clock him in the face. it was totally worth the sore hand, i can verify that the look on his face was the best thing i had ever seen in my life. the cashier nods to the door, i got a free box of hamburger helper, personal pride, and i haven’t been to jail yet

he may have not been a full nazi, only a racist, but it was worth it anyway