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Started by Q. G. Pennyworth, August 29, 2018, 02:06:58 AM

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Q. G. Pennyworth

The first thing you need to do is disabuse yourself violently of the notion that I am here to elevate the level of discourse. Hammers are an excellent tool for this purpose, but I'm sure you can figure something out in a pinch.

I'm not here for you.

Or maybe I am, but certainly not in a manner you anticipated or will enjoy. I spent all my patience today on hookers and homeless people, there is nothing left but teeth and claws and scales and batwings. I spent my afternoon vacuuming up a mummy. Well, to be fair that one was more of a corpse, but there was a mummy the other week I assure you, and the process of disposal puts me in A Mood.

And you would think all the incel, red pill, racial-realist, trans-exclusionary radical feminist, oppression cosplaying, kekistani, alt-right, nazi and nazi-adjacent fucks in the world would be enough of a punching bag for my rage, but it turns out they don't like getting punched in the face and chased around town and laughed at NEARLY as much as their uniforms would suggest, and they hardly show up at all anymore. No, I'm left with a seething rage at the universe and my left shoulder with No. Valid. Targets.

You wanna complain about complaining about complaining about bitching? Sure, you can rub your e-peen raw on it, no worse than self-insert Sonic fanfic. But motherfucker if you are going to SUMMON ME into your circlejerk of who's the better resistor based on arbitrary goddamned criteria on which forms of bitching are producting and valid, when I am already ready to burn the house down? That's the kind of tactical error they write books about. Whole graduate theses.

If the front line fighters of the culture wars do not shit their hate, they will die. If the support line resistors do not shit their hate, they will die. If the slactivists do not shit their hate, they will die. If the people trying to look badass for The Revolution do not shit their hate, they will die too. And if the WHOLE LOT OF THEM aren't vomiting their grievances on every platform conceivable, The Powers That Be will have a much easier time picking out the REAL troublemakers and making them go away.

But you never think about social camouflage, do you? Your intellectual contribution to The Revolution probably consists of several strongly worded letters and an "I Voted" sticker. Which wouldn't be bad at all, you know, if you didn't harangue the people fighting on the other fronts.

I hate you all.

Doktor Howl

Brian is sulking now.   :lulz:

Sic Semper Postmodernists.
Molon Lube

Q. G. Pennyworth

Oh, I'm sure you've got your pussy hat or your Rally for Science shirt or a pin your bought off that one guy who showed up with a whole bag of them and didn't tell you he was with the Democratic Socialists or Social Democrats or whatever the hell Too Far Left organization he works with. I'm sure you've got the selfie. Maybe you even marched your feet raw in the freezing cold, or burned yourself in a summertime riot. I'm super sure you showed up one of the days the sun was shining and the cops were on your side.

But I'm not really convinced you've ever had to escape the kettle coming in around you. I don't think you had to put together an exit strategy for your children in case armed counterprotesters made good on their threats. I sincerely doubt you've ever screamed yourself hoarse in the rain because the Proud Boys were just a couple yards away and your people were fading and you didn't even outnumber the fucks in the first place. I don't believe you ever limped home with your sign dragging on the pavement.

And that's the thing, everyone's a goddamned hero in their own mind, and everyone around them is a bunch of fucking slackers, if you let your brain lie to you like that. Everybody is doing things The Right Way while the other idiots are being counterproductive or lazy or glory-seeking.

I cried and screamed on the phone with a staffer for my Congresswoman. I made it to the convention and I thanked my Attorney General for addressing the Nazi threat by name. I fucking deep-canvased a Libertarian know-it-all for a ballot measure.

I'm not even doing enough.