The White American Id

An American president personifies our nation. In the eyes of the world, of history, especially in the eyes of Americans ourselves, the human being in the Oval Office embodies the nation as a whole.

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One of the many reasons so many Americans flipped their collective shit for eight years, accepting with full credence the wildest forms of nonsense about the Black Man in “their” White House, was because President Obama did not reflect “their” America: a land where white folks ruled by virtue and force in a literally God-given land where all of “those people” – y’know, the queers and women and liberals, the Muslims and the Jews and everybody else who did not look and think like them – knew their place. The eloquent, genial, dark-skinned man with an African name and a brain he was not afraid to use in public frightened those people out of their minds because he and his family defied the reality they had been raised to accept. Clearly, then, he was an interloper. A foreigner. An anchor-baby. An Antichrist. In many ways, President Obama was the end of the world as those people knew it because his presence in the White House – in defiance of a rich white businessman, a revered white war hero, and a bizarre human culture-clash between stylish prosperity and white-trash roots –  for the better part of a decade undermined the very order of their lives. Thus, Obama had to be a monster. A lie. A terroristic fabrication sent to destroy American greatness. To accept otherwise was to admit their vision of America was wrong.

In response, these people chose a man who made political hay with the accusation that President Obama was not American. They flocked to him when he declared Mexicans to be criminals. They cheered when he gave his followers permission to rough people up, especially if the people they roughed up were Black. They’re still chanting “BUILD THE WALL!” as a reflex because hate, ignorance and extravagant division are the only answers they have left when confronting a diverse and complicated world.

To such people, America is only great when a big white man is in charge.

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And so we’ve gone from Obamamerica to Trumpmerika – a radical change that strains the seams of our society. In place of a smart, classy, geek with dark skin and boundless patience, Trump’s electorate chose a blustering, crude, willfully ignorant bigot with Germanic blood and a sputtering temper. This man, and his administration (most especially his VP: a pernicious gaslighter who revealed the ultimate tone of Trump’s counter-factual administration when he drove his debate opponent up the wall by calmly denying realities that are part of the public record) are living refutations of the idea that America belongs to anyone but belligerent white folks. Sure, Trump has an ever-dwindling handful of  non-white and/ or non-male functionaries; everybody knows, however, that Big White Daddy is in charge. In Trump they trust.

And so when he talks about selling warplanes that don’t actually exist outside of a video game… well, that must be true.

And when he says he never said what he’s on video saying… well, then, clearly he isn’t lying. Or crazy. The crazy liar must be some stupid Left Coast libotard.

And when he declares whole nations full of human beings to be “shitholes” full of “very bad hombres,” and makes penile metaphors for nuclear genocide, Trump is just “talking tough” and “telling it like it is.”

For a small but vocal percentage of Americans, this is their Great America: a land that takes no shit off anyone, run by a master businessman whose position of power returns the United States to white normalcy, without those creeping fears of a dark-skinned interloper who’s too big for his britches and too smart for his own good.

For the rest of us, however, it’s a disgrace.

Trump is an embarrassing embodiment of the American Id: loud, egotistical, living a gold-leaf illusion of tacky prosperity at everyone else’s expense.

It remains to be seen, I guess, whether the better America – an America built on diversity and vision – will emerge from yet another age of division, or whether the innate contradictions of a freedom-loving nation built on slavery will devour whatever’s left of the American experiment for good.

 

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Rise of the Bigger, Better South

In many regards, I am a Southerner. Sure, I live in Seattle now, I was born in California, and my parents are both New Yorkers. But aside from two years spent in Hawaii during the mid-1970s, I was raised in the South and lived roughly 35 of my 52 years in Virginia, Georgia, and North Carolina. I talk a lot of shit about the South, but that’s because it’s been my home for the majority of my life, and I know from personal experience it can be better than its people often choose to be.

Atlanta

Speaking as a long-bred Southerner, I want to see the South rise, all right… the BETTER South. The smart South. The South of wisdom and hospitality, of great food and great people. The South that gave us Jimmy Carter and Martin Luther King jr, Aretha Franklin and Johnny Cash. The South of Stax/ Volt Records and the Southern Poverty Law Center… an organization formed and housed in Montgomery, Alabama. The South that’s a center of technology. The South freed from scourge of its addictions and the stain of its misdeeds.

I want to see the rise of the South that gave us Sj Tucker and Ryan Loyd, of Daniel Duncan and Glenda, Gayle and Amy Jordan, Duncan Brennan and Ann Lenore Taylor, the South of Rebekah Spencer and Christopher Sloan, Clarence Parkinson and George P Burdell III, Jackie Cassada and Nicki Rae, Stefani Olsen and Kevin Peck, Jane Palmer and Bill and John Bridges, Carla Hollar and Kristen Leigh Wood and Elizabeth Leggett and Owl Goingback and Coyote Ward and all the other awesome human beings I know from my South who are NOT anti-intellectual, Bible-warping, bigoted bottom-feeding trash.

Trae Crowder is absolutely right: The South is bigger than the white-draped hateheads, and better than the profiteering caricatures of redneck blackface that have become shorthand for the South in today’s socio-political climate. The South can overcome its legacy of slavery and genocide, not by going backward into a feudal fantasyland but by going forward into a future that’s the true definition of American greatness: not a bygone white illusion, but a promise finally fulfilled.

For far too long, a handful of avaricious slave-masters have assumed a caricatured Southern persona… even when, as with a certain Minnesota rich boy with a rebel-flag fetish, they’re not even Southerners at all. For fun, profit and power, these parasites continue to exploit the South’s weaknesses – its anger, its poverty, its history of hate and biblical devotion – all the way to the bank. They lie, they cheat, they ravage and destroy all they claim to hold sacred, and they know damned well what they’re doing but feel they’ll get away with it forever.

We do not have to let them. We should not let them.

Jesus does not smile on domestic carnage and willful ignorance. God did not bless the “peculiar institution.” The Bible does not let greedy bigots off the hook, and the words at the climax of Matthew 25 make plain the Christ’s feelings on such people. (Hint: “I will send y’all to hell.”)

Fellow Southerners, you are being lied to by people who make more money in an hour than you will make in your entire lives, and who do so by making sure you stay in your place and they stay in theirs. These people pit us against one another knowing that a large portion of us can and will be fooled by some colorful flags and mangled Bible passages.

But you are better than that. We are better than that. The South is better than that.

Let’s prove it. Today and every day forward, y’all, let the South stand magnificent in the eyes of the world.

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Bluebeard’s Bride: Nightmarish Game of a Fracturing Self

The sunroom is full of bright green plants and birdcages with colorful songbirds. From an old-fashioned gramophone comes the sound of a woman singing plaintively in an unknown language, and there is a tea cart with a shiny silver tea service… The birds go silent, and you can feel them watching you. You can see the birds reflected in the silver teapot. Only they’re not birds. Broken-looking women are stuffed into those cages, looking at you. They are wearing evening dresses made out of feathers. One of the bird-women whispers to you, “Do you sing as lovely as we did, little Bride…?”

Bluebeard

Several weeks ago, just before my life took a decided plunge into Grief Valley, I received my copy of Bluebeard’s Bride, a brand-new roleplaying game I had backed during its Kickstarter campaign last year. Produced by Magpie Games, and written and designed by Whitney “Strix” Beltrán, Marissa Kelly, and Sarah Richardson,  Bluebeard’s Bride is, simply put, a masterpiece of its kind. I expected great things from this project when I first backed it, and I am in no way disappointed with the results.

A gorgeously illustrated psychodrama faerie-tale in which the players take on the roles of aspects within a single woman’s psyche, Bluebeard’s Bride presents a radical take on the now-familiar RPG medium. The situation is simple: You are the new bride of a wealthy yet sinister nobleman. Before he goes away on business, he gives you the set of keys to a monumental estate, warning you that all rooms save one are open to you. As you explore the grounds, the surreal horrors you discover force you toward one of two conclusions: either your husband is a haunted yet innocent man, or you married a monster. Either way, his horrors are now your own. So will you enter that final, forbidden chamber… and if you do, will you do so believing your husband to be innocent or guilty?

Rather than playing individual personas, the players – save one, who becomes the Groundskeeper improvising the rooms and horrors you encounter – assume Jungian archetypes within the Bride’s self. Each archetype, or face, has certain strengths, weaknesses, agendas, and “moves” – that is, things they can do that the others cannot do. The game is a communal, cooperative, improvisational experience in which the various “sisters” (archetypes) explore Bluebeard’s home, shifting from sister to sister as the situation demands.

In place of the conventional “dungeon-crawl” in which the players wander through a pre-planned series of levels, traps and opponents, Bluebeard’s Bride involves all players in each element of the story. The rooms get conjured from the imagination of the group as a whole, inspired by the keys that unlock them. At the door of each room, the Groundskeeper asks the player who’s holding the key what it looks like; based upon that description, and the themes evoked by the players and their personas, the Groundskeeper describes what lies beyond that door. (See the opening paragraph of this review.) A series of questions invites the players to detail the room and the Bride’s reaction to it. Inevitably, some feature of that room adds to the cascade of dread which drives the Bride from room to room. Every game, therefore, is different – a product of the people who play it and the circumstances in their lives at that time.

The horrors deepen as the game progresses. Certain events inflict trauma: mental and emotional wounds that threaten to tear the Bride’s psyche apart. Certain choices can heal or limit trauma, but a degree of fracturing becomes inevitable. As players lose their aspects to the torments of Bluebeard’s home, they become narrators who aid the Groundskeeper in the growing nightmare of the Bride’s journey. That Bride, meanwhile, becomes less able to sustain further harm… and yet, as the saying goes, she persists, wherever such persistence eventually leads.

Bluebeard’s Bride is an unapologetic horror game; regardless of the gender of the players involved, the terrors of the female condition are its primary theme. This isn’t a game where you get to kick Bluebeard’s ass, though. Instead, you’re limited by the role in which society has cast you, and must work with what you have, not with the mighty powers of wish-fulfillment RPGs. Those limitations make Call of Cthulhu, by comparison, look like Candyland. There are no rocket launchers or magical texts to rescue you from the threats you encounter. This is a game of mood and consensual torment, with the only real salvation being the x-card: an opportunity to safeword out of the story’s most upsetting elements if you so choose. For that reason, among others, I consider this to be the best evocation of horror (in the sense of pervasive dread and genuine danger) I’ve found in any RPG. Other games, including those I’ve worked on, invoke the trappings of horror in a context of adventure. In Bluebeard’s Bride, horror is implacable, remorseless, and typically fatal.

That inevitability may be the game’s greatest flaw: even if you survive the house, your role in society negates any form of “winning” in the usual sense of a game. For some players, this dismal prospect would take the fun out of the experience. From a creative standpoint, though – and certainly from an artistic one – the Bride’s powerless situation is essential to the story. The house is a metaphor for the pitfalls of humanity in general and women in particular, and so “heroism” in this situation isn’t based on wiping out the bad guy so much as it’s about how you handle the realization of just how you truly fucked are.

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Production-wise, the book is well-written, clear, concise, and visually beautiful. The artwork – by Rebecca Yanovskya, Kring, Juan Ochoa, Miguel Angel Espinoza, Mirco Paganessi, and Tawny Fritz – echoes the ominous sensuality of Decadent art and Victorian faerie-tale collections. Its prose, meanwhile, evokes the condescending manners of Victorian high society, constantly reminding the reader of her lowly state in the grand scheme of things. Every element of Bluebeard’s Bride reinforces the genteel claustrophobia of the social cage trapping our Bride. In the polar opposite of conventional power-fantasies, this game conjures its horrors from disempowerment – the key difference between supernatural action thrillers and tales of genuine unease. As I’ve written elsewhere, horror is, at its core, about facing mortality and realizing we’ll never truly get out alive.

The game’s system is simple and improvisational, suiting the story-telling nature of Bluebeard’s Bride and its genre far better than the mechanics-heavy systems of other horror-themed games… including White Wolf’s own familiar Storyteller system. It demands an imaginative group whose players trust each other and sign on for the experience, and so it’s not remotely a game for all tastes. For all intents and purposes, you’re doomed from the start simply for existing, and although the game can end several different ways, none of them is exactly the proverbial happy ending. This is NOT the feel-good game of the year, and only certain types of players will appreciate what it has to offer.

As should be obvious, this isn’t a game for kids.

As an exploration and expansion of the RPG medium, though, and as a tool for macabre psychodrama fantasy, I consider Bluebeard’s Bride one of the finest roleplaying games I’ve ever seen. If nothing else, it’s a magnificent example of what RPGs can become when they graduate from orc-killing wish-fulfillment, and embrace the psychological potential of persona-based storytelling art.

Congratulations to everyone involved. I can’t wait to see what you folks come up with next.

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Deducting Truths All the Way to the Bank

Among the many, many lies Republicans tell us with regards to taxation in the United States is the old chestnut about the US having the highest (corporate) tax rates in the world.

Tax Rates

First off, that’s a bald-faced lie disproved by a simple Google search or even a cursory glance at actual data. According to the right-wing think-tank TaxFoundation.org (that is, a biased source whose page’s data is slanted in favor of the lower-taxes argument), Chad and the United Arab Emirates still have higher corporate tax rates than we do. (See https://taxfoundation.org/corporate-income-tax-rates-around-world-2014) Other sources peg us even lower than that.

More importantly, though, that argument leaves out an intrinsic element of the US tax codes: deductions. [1]

There’s a monumental difference between the BASE tax rate and the ACTUAL tax rate. The first is what taxpayers (corporate and otherwise) are assumed to owe BEFORE DEDUCTIONS. The second is what they actually pay after deductions.

Who gets deductions? Why, whomever knows how to claim them to their most favorable benefit, of course.

Said claiming generally requires one or more professional accountants. The more money you have, the more you can afford to pay accountants to find those deductions for you.

As a result, working-class taxpayers are paying even more than their fair share in taxes than is immediately apparent. Wealthy taxpayers can afford to cut their actual tax rates; large corporations have whole teams of such accountants, whose jobs depend upon the maximum exploitation of all legal deductions and other loopholes… and often many legally questionable ones as well. Non-wealthy Americans, on the other hand, have to make do with tax services like H&R Block, whose services cost hundreds of dollars per year. (I know, as I often hire them myself.) Can’t afford those few hundred dollars? Sorry, Bunky – guess you’re screwed. Too bad you’re not wealthy, right?

Now, Republicans like Chuck Grassley would have us believe that taxes must be cut in favor of the wealthy because, as Chuckie put it the other day, those people are “investing” their money in the nation’s economy as opposed to spending it. Beyond the obvious fact that spending money is investing it in the economy [2] (Chuck, dear, do you need a remedial economics class? Apparently so…), Chuck and his ilk conveniently “forget” that the entire purpose of U.S. tax deductions – the entire reason they exist to begin with – is to… wait for it… get wealthy taxpayers and corporations to invest that money in the American economy… by spending it. [3]

Chuck Grassley knows this. Rush Limbaugh knows this. Donald Trump knows this better than perhaps anyone else in the US government, because he’s had his accountants doing it for decades.

But they all know that the average taxpayer doesn’t know this.

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And so they keep throwing out statements about us paying the highest taxes in the world (which, again, is a lie before deductions even enter into the discussions), so that Joe Six-Pack and Jane Working Mom will get up-in-arms and grab up their teabagged tricorn hats and hit the bricks with signs saying “Taxed Enough Already” on their way to pull the Republican lever on their local voting booths… again.

Meanwhile, the Republicans (and many Democrats, too) continue to literally peddle the fiction of catastrophic tax rates all the way to the bank… a bank at which, friends and neighbors, they get the best breaks, the finest rates, the highest credit, and the most deductions… leaving you, dear working-class Americans, paying way more than your share, and a lot more, proportionately speaking, than they do… while they’re deducting the money they pay to you from their taxes, AND slashing your pay, cutting your benefits (which are, incidentally, part of your contracted compensation for the labor you sell to them… so they’re paying you even less), and yet still paying these reprehensible “representatives” to make them pay even lower taxes while YOU pay even more.

Get informed, folks.

You are being played.

All the way to the bank.

Again. And again. And again…

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FOOTNOTES
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1. “…Tax deductions can be the result of a variety of events that the taxpayer experiences over the course of the year. Tax deductions are removed from taxable income, also known as the adjusted gross income, and thus lowers the taxpayer’s overall tax liability…” Investopedia.com

2. “…I think not having the estate tax recognizes the people that are investing, as opposed to those that are just spending every darn penny they have, whether it’s on booze or women or movies…” Chuck Grassley, to the Des Moines Register

3. “…Assume the government has a 35 percent tax rate on business income along with full expensing. When the baker purchases a $1,000 oven, she can deduct the expense from her taxable income, which reduces her taxes by $350. This effectively returns to the baker $350 when she files her taxes…” TaxFoundation.org

 

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Beggared, Hated, and Damned

When large portions of your nation are flooded, burning, being marched in by literal Nazis, or some combination of the above…

When your neighbors and allies are being pounded by hurricanes, and storms of historical size are headed toward your own shores…

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When your cops and citizens are killing one another at a rate unmatched aside from the Roaring 20s and the 1980s Crack Wars, and are doing so on camera, no less…

When the living representative of our nation is a bumbling boorish thieving rapist clod who brags about his tax-evasion and openly threatens nuclear genocide DURING A FUCKING UNITED NATIONS SPEECH

…and your greatest priority in office involves spending uncounted millions of dollars in order to take away medical care from millions of citizens – in many cases for the duration of their short yet miserable lives – dooming children to poverty and pain, pauperizing large swaths of the citizens you have sworn to protect, and giving ever-rising tax-breaks and ever-higher profits to the richest citizens in our nation (and in some cases, on earth)…

Then you are no conservative.

You are no Christian.

You are most certainly not a patriot.

You do not represent the American people. You represent only your own selfish gain and the howling tide of racist bile that demands overturning every law and sacrificing every life in the nation if doing so means you can erase the legacy of a man who dared to become president while Black.

In such cases, you deserve no wealth nor power nor loyalty nor love.

People with such priorities are fit only to be shunned, beggared, despised, and ultimately damned to whatever passes for a hell.

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Apparently, Breathless Vitriol is My Superpower Tonight…

Seriously?

Seriously

“Greatest” and “created” are so subjective as to render that statement worthless.

Lucas created a universe that was financially successful on a previously unimaginable scale by applying familiar tropes in ways that people really needed to see and hear at the time. That said, he had the aid of equally visionary collaborators who helped turned a banal, derivative, illogical, poorly-acted and unintentionally racist mess into modern mythology.

Roddenberry had perhaps the most socially progressive and ultimately optimistic vision of the lot. That said, his writing was often hackneyed and sappy, his vision was limited by ideological blinders, and again the legacy of his work depended on the work of collaborators who were better at expanding his vision than the “creator” was at originating it.

I’m not familiar with Toryama’s work enough to comment on it, except to ask who the hell thought Dragonball belonged on a list with Middle Earth.

Professor Tolkien indisputably created a landmark work of the fantasy genre. Middle Earth was a watershed in the history of media storytelling and modern mythology. Tolkien’s world-building was second to none in terms of detail, scope, and poetic resonance. That said, it’s also a racist, sexist old-boys’ club created by a product of the Edwardian upper class, based near-entirely on reworking actual mythology from several cultures whose works don’t necessarily fit together well. (Also, Jesus Christ, if I never have to read another five pages’ worth of epic elven poetry stuck in the middle of an adventure story, it will be too soon.)

Rowling’s work is delightfully British, fun to read, and far deeper than a casual glance would reveal. More than perhaps any creator save Roddenberry, she crafted a humanistic, progressive, and ultimately hopeful vision that lacks the sappy superficiality of Gene’s own work. Like Star Wars, the Harry Potter series spoke a message that people all over the world were almost literally dying to hear, and that message – unlike those of all the other creators – had room in it for people who weren’t just straight white (or near-white) dudes. That said, the series makes no fucking sense from a logical standpoint, its storyline is retcon-city, and many of its best ideas were culled (if altered) from other, better material.

Martin is certainly the most serious and single-handedly ambitious of the lot. More than even Tolkien himself, G.R.R. has brought fantasy into the real of serious matters and adult consideration. That said… holy fuck, George, could you at least try to write a story that didn’t involve rape, torture and betrayal as major elements of the plot? Also, Tolkien with more rape and genocide is still basing your work off Tolkien.

Wow. Um, okay… apparently I had some opinions about this stuff tonight…

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A World Bigger Than Ourselves

Dear Fellow Melanin-Deprived Individuals, most especially my fellow dudes:

Please just Shut Up.

Tape Over Mouth

There is no such thing as “the white race.” It’s a crock. The “heritage of white culture” is not a thing. Russia is not Rome is not England is not Sweden, and mashing them all together into a slot called “white culture” makes you look like an ignorant jackass.

There is no such thing as “white genocide,” either, though when y’all waste endless time and pixels ranting about it, it makes some folks – including other folks who are so-called “white” – wish we could enact one just to shut you up. (Yes, I’m kidding. Sorta.) Historically speaking, you know who’s committed “white genocide”? Other white people. That’s the facts, Jack.

Whiteness is the invention of a handful of British dudes a couple hundred years ago who wanted an excuse to justify slavery. [*1] That’s it. That’s all. You’ve been had. Deal with it.

The entire idea of “race” is literally race-ist: The linguistic root of that word comes from the Old Norse word ras, meaning “a rush of water.” The modern form of that word derives from the Old English raes, which adds connotations of attack, fury, storm and motion. The whole concept of the word is based on a notion that different sorts of people exist in ferocious competition with one another. And yet, linguistically speaking, “race” is literally fluid, always changing, pushing forward without rest… the very opposite of homogenized, discrete entities.

Human beings – like water, culture, and genetics themselves – are not set in stone. Thus, the word “race” is both poetically apt when referring to humanity as a species, and yet totally inaccurate when used to separate us into disparate classes of so-called “superiority. The term may come from an attempt to show us in competition with one another, but – like anything put into rushing water – it literally breaks down under the weight and pressure of constant, natural motion.

Anglo-Nordics are not superior. Why is this even a question? In what universe is Honey Boo Boo the product of a Master Race? The entire concept is based on junk science that makes phrenology look like quantum physics. That concept, too, is a recent invention, disproved ages ago, repeatedly, with quantifiable scientific proof. Move on, people. The future awaits.

The Roman Empire wasn’t “white.” Classical Greece wasn’t either. Ancient Egypt was less white than Harlem, and that’s not even getting into China – the place that innovated most of human technology while Western Europe still was building huts made of mud, shit and straw.

And yes, ACTUALLY there were, in fact, dark-skinned people living in medieval Europe. Lots of them. Whole nations of them. Go look up Al-Andalus, the Ottoman Empire, and the history of Spain. For fuck’s sake, educate yourselves somewhere other than Stormfront and 4Chan and old Erroll Flynn films. Recess, kids, is over.

(And by all that’s holy, go read up on the Crusades, the Inquisition, the European witch-craze and the Thirty Years’ War before going off about the evils of Islam and supposed moral greatness of Christianity.)

Jesus wasn’t white. Saint Nick wasn’t white. The entire idea rests on a bunch of self-congratulatory nonsense churned out by people who spent a few decades being paid by the word and image to produce it. It’s not true, and it never was. Get a goddamned clue.

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“So who’s that hippie everyone keeps talking about?”

This is especially true of the contention that fantasy media is “rightfully” the dominion of het white dudes. If you knew nearly as much about F/SF history as you claim to know about it, you’d realize that modern fantasy media was essentially invented by two women and a Black dude back before Robert Heinlein and J.R.R. Tolkien were even born. The only reason white guys dominated the field for a few decades was because they shut the gate on everybody except “their own kind.” Even then, that gate’s been open for over half a century now. Gods almighty, get the fuck over yourselves.

I shouldn’t have to say this. No one should. This all should, as the man said, be self-evident. Anyone who’s capable of using Google or a library card for more than enforcing their own sense of self-delusion already knows this stuff. It’s entry-level. Get with the fucking program.

How pathetic and scared must a person be to so deeply fear a world that’s bigger than themselves?

And how much more pathetic must one be to keep insisting one is right when all the evidence shows otherwise?

Fellow Euro-Americans, you’re embarrassing yourselves, and you’re annoying everybody else. Including me.

Just. Fucking. Stop.

Thank you.

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Lookit all the pretty colors…

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* 1: To add insult to idiocy, the concept derives from casta, the Spanish justification for ethnic conquest and supposed “racial” superiority. As anyone who’s so much as glanced at the history of the Iberian region and its cultures knows, Imperial Spain was not remotely “white” in the sense of an Anglo-Nordic superiority complex. 

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You Do Not Get to Play Nazi without Getting Treated like a Nazi (Charlottesville Riots, Pt. II)

“Help! Help!” cried the torch-bearing Nazi, “I’m being oppressed!”

Peter Cvjetanovic, may you never be hired, laid, or welcomed into the company of your fellow human beings again.

You chose this path, fuckstick. You walk it.

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Peter Cvjetanovic, loser at large.

And before someone complains I’m being too harsh on that poor boy, remember that a whole lot of Black, Latino and Native American kids his age or younger would be dead by now if they’d done what he’s done… and that plenty of his apologists would vilify those other boys for doing exactly the same thing.

Oh, and another point I’d like to underscore:

He’s not from the South. I am.

The people who resisted him came largely from the South as well. Like Richard Spencer and the car-wielding murderer I won’t even name here because I refuse to give him the infamy he craves, Cvjetanovic flew in from another part of the country and used the South as an excuse for their real agenda: a public opportunity to glory in fear and ignite a race-war everywhere.

This wretched little piss-smear isn’t a hard-working blue-collar laborer from flyover country whose dire economic plight has been neglected by the sneering smug liberal elite. Peter Cvjetanovic is a well-off college boy “studying history and political science” and yet doing that so badly that he could be radicalized – not four hours’ drive from fucking Burning Man, no less – into spending more money than I make in a month to fly across the country so he could wave a blazing torch around a statue of Robert E. Lee.

And yes, let’s call it what it is: RADICALIZED. These ambulatory cockstains are being deliberately fed – and are choosing to accept – a violent agenda of overthrow and conquest as part of their ethnic identity. They have a body count, and it is growing. It is their professed intention to destroy other people’s lives in pursuit of their perceived superiority.

If they were brown-skinned dudes wearing keffiyeh instead of Oxford shirts, we would be bombing the shit out of them right now.

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Portrait of Yeehawdi as a very stupid man.

This is not the cry of oppressed wage-slaves in the heartland of America. It is the whine of entitled, pale-skinned enfant terribles whose delusions of kingship exist at the expense of their fellow human beings.

He sees himself as a hero when in fact he’s a parasitic turd.

Who joins the alt-reich? Bored white boys and girls raised on a steady diet of Fox News and InfoWars who’ve spent eight of the last nine years hearing and fearing that The Scary Black President was a Muslim and a Nazi and an anchor baby and a Maoist and whatever other racist dumbshit swill happened to make the rounds that news day. They’re kids who’ve grown up without having a viable employment situation, and bloated middle-aged chawheads who got Jesus confused with Lynrd Skynrd somewhere down the pike and didn’t bother to learn what either party actually stood for when they said the things that made them great. They’re “temporarily embarrassed millionaires” who expect Trump to whip out his magic dong and ejaculate money into a seething economic wound, and rich sociopaths whose idea of prosperity involves a condescending smirk and a half-million-dollar car and if some libotard cuck bitch-ass faggots get hurt in the process then that money is all the sweeter. These are people raised on Back to the Future films who thought Biff Tannin was the hero, who watched Wall Street and cheered for Gorden Gekko. They are the backwashed inbred spawn of a self-important, deluded, narcissistic culture in which compassion is for the weak. They equate “freedom” with “my ability to ‘roll coal’ for the sheer pleasure of pissing off them libotards.” They are the pimples on Ted Nugent’s ass, shouting “Rush (Limbaugh) is right!” because that seems somehow, in their pathetic little lives, to be something a “real Amuuurikin” does.

To hell with every one of them.

You do not get to play Nazi without getting treated like a Nazi.

You do not get to play Nazi without getting treated like a Nazi.

You do not get to play Nazi without getting treated like a Nazi.

I don’t give a fuck if the Black Man in “your” White House scared you.

I don’t care if you’re doing it For Teh Lolz, or you think their uniforms look kewl.

I don’t care if you’re suffering some existential crisis because no girl or boy will suck your cock and so you seek out solace on 4Chan, InfoWars and Return of Kings for a virtual circle jerk of like-minded loser apes who masturbate to bad Conan fan-fic disguised as “alternative philosophy.”

I don’t care.

You strap on that armband, or fly that swastika, or seig heil or Trump or Hitler or whatever, then you are the enemy.

When things get to this stage, you don’t have a fucking “side to your story.” You’ve given away that right, and history has already condemned you.

Nazi

Holey Toht!

And so, I want every single one of the bastards who decided to march through a city bearing Nazi regalia and howling for white supremacy to be thoroughly, righteously shunned.

I want every turdhearted parasitical racist fuckstick in every video and every photo from that march to lose his job, his home, and his loved ones. I want cops showing up on his door with handcuffs and a warrant. I want them to live in the fear they inspire in their would-be victims, and I want every single one of them to experience the misery they openly wish for and act to bring about for others.

I want them called out in the internet and vigorously expelled from everyday society. I want their social media accounts terminated for TOS violations, and if someone decided to reveal their names and workplaces, I would not be disappointed.

I’m not worried that this will “radicalize” them because they’ve already been radicalized.

They. Chose. This. Let them deal with the results.

As Sandra Swan often says, sometimes the most loving thing you can do for a person involves allowing them to experience the consequences of their actions.

This is how I choose to love my enemies.

And let’s be clear: These people are enemies of us all.

Before some jackass “devil’s advocate” shows up to inevitably reveal their lack of understanding of what that phrase actually means, I’ll point out that the difference between this shitfest and the Occupy, Standing Rock and Black Lives Matter protests is that the latter three address real threats and grievances by the people who are protesting, while this nonsense involves directly threatening the lives and liberties of fellow citizens for the imagined crime of being The Other.

As far as “getting their side of the story,” their side of the story is simple: “I’m an asshole loser who fails at life and blames my inadequacies on the existence of other people.” That’s it. That’s it, that’s all. When you start literally carrying torches for the Nazi cause, that’s the only side you have.

This shit is not “free speech” or “the freedom to assemble.” This is calling for the violent collapse of your society and its replacement by genocidal ethnic rule. According to the Supreme Court itself, incitements to mob violence are not protected speech. (cf. Schenck v. United States and Brandenburg v. Ohio)… and even if they were, the First Amendment protects you from government persecution, not from the hatred of your fellow citizens.

These wretch-headed pissant thug-boys have violated the boundaries of a civil society. They should be treated with all appropriate contempt in return.

Nazis in VA

Where’s that Ark when you need it?

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Think Harder

I have friends on the police force. I have lived in neighborhoods where we were glad to hear approaching sirens because it meant someone who robbed us, or who’d threatened to rape us, or who was turning some poor soul into hamburger in an adjoining apartment, was about to go away in cuffs. Hell, I even named a cat of mine after a cop whose beat often brought her to our building, where she typically left with some swearing asshole learning the hard way that certain women hit back hard.

I know, from my friends and personal observation and experience, that police officers have the hardest job in the world. More than anyone outside the military – and statistically the numbers may even be higher than theirs – the people who populate the Thin Blue Line are those most unlikely to return alive from an average day or night at work.

Seattle Pig D

I realize that my friends in blue might never come back home one night because some dude with a high-powered rifle and a grudge had decided he had nothing else to lose.

Which is why I have to ask you, American police officers:

What the fuck are you thinking?

When you gather from several states around to go bash in Indian skulls at Standing Rock, what the fuck are you thinking?

When you close ranks to protect officers who falsify evidence on camera, what the fuck are you thinking?

When President Bully-Boy makes a ha-ha about slamming people’s heads into car doors, and you laugh – on camerawhat the fuck are you thinking?

When you protect literal Nazis from the people they would gleefully destroy, what the fuck are you thinking?

When one of your own tweets “ha ha love this” after an out-of-town racist plows his car into a crowd of innocent people, killing one and sending dozens to the ER, what the ever-loving fuck are you THINKING?

Because I don’t get it.

Occupy. Berkeley. Sanford. Ferguson. Standing Rock. Trump rallies. Charlottesville. As of last night, Seattle. And that’s just a short list of obvious incidents off the top of my head.

By all that’s holy, people, THINK HARDER.

The current situation is not in your best interests. Nor in ours. Nor in the best interests of the country as a whole.

This shit puts your lives even more at risk. It draws targets on you, and on your fellow officers, and on my friends who know they’re doing the right thing by standing up for the innocent against crime.

When your union backs a racist, rapist narcissist, that marks you. When Captain Klanhood says, “Go beat in Injun skulls,” and you say yes, it marks every cop alive. When that guy next you in the squad room makes a nigger joke and you smile, when that detective plants drugs on someone who “Don’t look right,” and you let her do it, when traffic stops become death-sentences, when your partner or your friend or even that guy you don’t especially like but hey he bleeds blue just like you do… when he grabs a hippie and shoots pepper spray in her eyes from less than a foot away, it marks you as the enemy to the rest of us.

Pepper

I know that many of you are standing up against these things, but much as I hate to say it, right now it’s not nearly enough of you. And that scares me.

Because I don’t want to be your enemy.

I don’t want to feel I need to hang around the scene of a car accident, with my cell phone out, if one of the folks involved isn’t white, because I’d like to at least believe they’ll make it home alive after you show up at the scene. [*1]

I don’t want to have to worry about my friends in blue.

I want to recall my relief when Officer Van Landingham pounded on the door of our abusive shitstain neighbors with her nightstick, not wonder if she was coming for us instead. [*2]

I want to hear from my friends who protest a Seattle Nazi rally that you shot tear gas and grenades at the Nazis instead of at them.

I want to believe that you’re protecting the innocents from the criminals, not the other way around.

And right now, I can’t think that.

Not because I’m a long-haired Left-Coast liobtard, but because the actions of police officers across this country, again and again and a-fucking-gain – on camera, on record, on twitter and the news – they all show me I can’t trust you.

I’m a white-ish dude [*3], middle-aged and of apparently middle-class means, and yet I’m fucking scared of you. I’m fucking furious with you. I don’t trust cops anymore, and maybe I never really should have but I know too many cops and too many criminals to think it’s all as simple as “every cop is a criminal.” And I’m not scared of you because I’m guilty, or because I “believe the media elite,” or because I think all cops are just the same. I know better than that.

I’m scared of you because when I see a blue uniform, or a cop car, or one of the ever-growing number of fucking police-force tanks showing up to protect corporate interests from citizen protests… when I know that my Black friends wonder whether they’ll die in a fucking traffic stop for the crime of being the wrong color in the wrong cop’s eyes… when I fucking watch you laugh as a man who’s in the White House instead of behind bars – where, under our supposed “rule of law,” he belongsmakes funnies about your loyalty to him, I have to wonder, with regards to those police officers, What the fuck are you thinking?

Because in a land where cops and citizens all paint targets on one another’s backs, the law is a joke, nobody’s safe, and no one – regardless of the color of skin or badge or blood – really makes it home alive.

We deserve better than this. And so do you.

For yourselves, for your families, for your brothers and sisters in blue, for all of us, for our nation, think harder. Please.

Weeping cop
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NOTES

1: For the record, yes, I DO feel I have to keep an eye on this sort of thing these days…. and so I do.

2: My former home, dubbed Domestic Abuse Central, was filled with white folks. The only non-white people in that building were a Black medical student who kept very far away from all the madness, a Native American guy who got into lots of fights, and my Lakota-ancestry now-former wife. The racial element that’s so goddamned common in the news right now was essentially absent in that time and place because almost everyone on all sides of those situations was white. That’s not the situation in the post-9/11 Land of Trump, however. Not at all. Hell, it certainly wasn’t the situation in Richmond, VA, during the late 1980s, either, but at least our police chief at that time was Black and he kept a fairly tight rein on the bigger bigots under his command.

3: New York Sicilian, actually, and we have our own history on both sides of the law… but you can’t tell that from looking at me on the street or your computer screen.

 

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Morally Wrong, Intellectually Stupid, and Historically Doomed to Failure (Charlottesville Riots Pt. I)

Because my signature achievement so far has involved Mage: The Ascension – an urban fantasy book series dealing with the subjective nature of reality and “truth” – there are people who think I should “keep an open mind” and remain apolitically neutral when it comes to topics like ethnic, gender and spiritual oppression.

My answer to that sentiment is simple:

Fuck No. Never.

Neutral

To be sure, there are many gray areas when it comes to truth and reality. Our perspectives shape the world we experience, and few people see themselves as villains in the story of their lives.

That does not mean that there are no villains.

All too often, oppressors view themselves as oppressed. Occasionally, they’re even correct to a point. (Read up on the French occupation of the pre-WWII Rhineland region for a perfect example of how even the greatest evils can grow from understandable grievances.) But even in such cases, there must be lines drawn between what is and is not acceptable in a viable society. Those lines tend to be drawn, at least initially, by the people in power, but that does not make them right in the greater scheme of things. At such times, it is essential to redraw the lines – sometimes at great risk and cost – so that those who are truly oppressed, the people whose lives and health and liberties face actual threats, not simple inconveniences, may enjoy the same rights to life and prosperity that other people have.

Yes, I understand that certain people fear a future in which they do not dominate others. I realize that some people fear their own freedoms being displaced, and I know for a fact – in part because it is my job to speak that language – that mass media profits from fear and instability, and so uses techniques that exploit the human fight/ flight response in order to catch and hold an audience’s attention. All of these conclusions are verifiable from multiple perspectives, they’re supported by evidence, and so they count as “truth” by every measure that matters.

The fear is understandable.

But those people need to grow up, get the fuck over themselves, and stop acting like cartoon characters in an action movie starring their idealized selves.

The resulting oppression, and attempts to oppress, are wrong.

Morally wrong, intellectually stupid, socially counterproductive, and historically doomed to failure.

When Nazis march down streets carrying torches and demanding “their” country “back” from the rest of us, then those people have chosen to become villains. Regardless of their perceived reality, they have consciously decided to embrace actions that endanger the fabric of their society and endanger the lives of the people they fear.

I will never “keep an open mind” about such behavior.

Fuck that form of “neutrality.”

I always have, and always will, stand on the side of respecting the lives and existence of other people.

And part of that stand involves opposing those who would kick someone into the dirt and stand on their face in order to call themselves “great.”

Greatness does not need oppression. Strength does not need to prove itself by showing off at other creatures’ expense.

A great nation is not one that needs to strut down Main Street shoving “those people” back into the shadows of its greatness, but one that accepts that progress, strength and liberty come from the freedom of all its people to benefit from, and contribute to, society as a whole.

That, to me, is the only reality that matters.

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