FEDIT POLITICS Thread

When your ideas can't stand up to scrutiny, you have to silence other voices and erase the past.

 

I got yelled at today to shut up in my own house by a cousin who is the mom of the nephew who is like a son to me.
Not just to shut up. She balled up like a child and threw a fit when I talked about Biden with her dad who is a Trump supporter.
We are taking care of her dad because his daughter and most of his grandchildren can't stand to be around him because they believe that being a Trump supporter makes you a subhuman Neanderthal racist nazi hater.
Now he is some of those things but who the fuck cares, its her dad.
I did make a patriarchy joke with her dad in front of her so I guess I had it coming.
She did something similar with her brother a few weeks back at his house.
I love her and her kids so I just parried and pulled a bunny out of my hat. But man was she on dangerous ground.
I understand that people born in the 60's are coming up on something like a great fall and that we need to be wary that some will be coming down like humpty dumpty and others like crippled lumbering giants.
Her brother didnt let her off so nicely. He said her son had a shitty attitude because of her shitty attitude and then the knives were out.
50-65 year old adults are getting irrational about this shit and lashing out like children to each other.
And weaponizing each others weaknesses instead of covering for each other as is the immortal covenant.
Is this a generational thing?
Well it does happen every 77 years when a generation skips a beat and we have a year of jubilee.
But once the jubilee of three and score three is over there will be hell to pay.
And by hell I mean a bill past due with interest that you will have to pay now or be forced to have an audience with the king errr i mean the court so they can rake you over their hot new and improved extra crispy subsections of the lore code.

White people are Neanderthals.
They are the origins of conservatism.
And the sons of the giants.
White people are half giant snow bastards.
They also know the way towards the north pole.
They discovered Polaris and the great plough in the sky.
And draw white star mana lands.
So white cards aren't such a bad draw if you know how to play them right
And white people get extra white cards at every turn.
By privilege. Its a starting perk in the meta.
Its like when a Mexican can pass as White.
It means his family comes from Gothic Franks who like to keep their blood blue and their features fair.
If you can pass as white you are supposed to take advantage of it.
If you don't it is almost like if you are thumbing your nose at the system that others wish they could pass through as easily unnoticed.
But they can't because they cant pass as white and stick out as Mexicans.
Having privilege = being rich. It has nothing to do with money but value/worth.
Not using/wasting privilege = No bueno.
With great power great responsibility white people.
There is still time. The grace period is not over... but its getting close to the midnight hour.
Nothing you have will save you.
Everything you own will be for you as a sea bird hanging from your neck when the winds are down and the waves are dead.
And everyones gonna come for you when they think you are at your weakest.
When the white mans hair starts turning white.
Its children around the world with crack the jar of horrors and send them to roost.
Kicking old man Sam when he's down.
Till he pops out his claws and guts them like a fish.
Snikt! Uncle Sam's been Wolverine all along.

 

I'm still waiting for my Neanderthal privilege.

 

Waiting.
That's what happened to the dinosaurs.
A few of them old dragons survived though.
Waiting.

Now if you really want a hint about your neo andertal hybridized genetics mr craigson ask your chi-ro practicer about your shoulder blades, traps and wings.
They don't work the same as non hybrid humans.
Neanderthals arms and legs don't go into the ball joints the same.
When they throw a spear they are superior by all metrics.
And why they excel at QB.
When a neanderthal discovers the power locked within their lower spine and hips he is nigh unstoppable.
But that's fucking unhuman carnal knowledge.
For when you have to fuck unhumans.

Everything in the world is geared towards neanderthal genetics because the giants who were the neanderthals fathers built the world for them this way.
And the world been pouring that same concrete and masonry all this time.
But in this new world neanderthals will feel the way gandalf felt inside bilbos house.
Except neanderthals won't understand why all the ceilings are getting lower and why the furniture keeps shrinking and how come portions keep getting smaller.
All they gonna know is their head hurts they don't fit in anywhere and they are hungry and afraid.
Because gandalf wasnt a neanderthal.
He was a giant.
Neanderthals are different.
When neanderthals get anxiety they get into the shotgun formation and beat you in 2 minutes or less.

Ok one for the road.
You want to unlock some of your powers mr neanderthal.
Play around with shiny little black cocks.
Not just the chickens and chicks as they are easy to catch.
Agility is in your heel.
And because you disregard it.
It is how you die.
But you make nice last stands.

 

Lol.
Always with the good ones you old bat.
Few archbishops can provide as good overwatch in their episcopal duties as that sentinel of the the ghost with the most who hosts the great host that hordes all the golden tokens on the other side of the bifrost bridge waiting for the least boys to find them at the last buoys where the limit breaks at the lord's edge when the turbulance of the riders on the storm make their way crashing down the waves of whatever mares you been moored by because moores laws been broken for over ten cycles and the microchip is falling while rocks prophecy has come into full effect becoming the new law of power.

Ok sorry about that rant.
Basically what I'm saying blue is that there is nothing to fear but that enemy we know.
If where you live is under siege and you aren't allowed a weapon give me a call.
I sellsword.
And if you can... buy two.
It's always good to have an extra hand with you. Because you don't really need two swords.
You need someone to take one off your hands so they can be empowered to.
I sell hoodies too. With whatever logo you want since I'm a local criminal and can make any words logistically appear as fire on displayed on your chest.
Or maybe you prefer a hat so the logo flows out as it burns into your forehead.

Any rogue skulldugger needs to protect the back of his head. Nothing better to protect your six than dark hoods.
But I sell hoods of all colors.
Because they don't sell capes anymore unless you an official superhero licensed with state and federal authorities.
Capes are on lockdown.
Unless you a jedi master.
Or a synth inquisitor.
Either way with a cloak it can be hard to clock.
But then maybe that's the ideal.
Godspeed old friend.
Don't let them take you in for questioning.
Machines don't care what your answer is.
Your case has already been computed.
They are just waiting for your final judgement.
Fuck them.
And fuck anyone who forces you through the gates of hell.
Because once you get to the hospital chances are you ain't coming back.
If the hunter/killers keep having their way.
Because a predator adapts.
Like machine learning.
To find the weakest links at the back of the chain.

Did you serve blue?
If so you know about vanguards and rear guards.
The reason why the rear is so important to protect is that it's the rear that brings up the van.
And the van is where the magic happens.
Where you get the snickers and kool aid pops. And you get to pass them all out.
Like how the greeks invaded the hittites.
Birthed from the rear of a giant horses ass.
You ever hear the tragedy of lopez the y's?
He once ran with wild horses.
And to save the gods he had to have a run in with a horses ass.
They shunned him for not protecting his six. Even though he saved their entire homeland and their lives.
Not just once or twice.
Sure Godinez was king of the Goths but Lopez knew where all the bodies hit the floor.
All he would ask was y?
Lots and lots of y's.
He talked too much.
He knew too much.
People who love insurance can't stand a liability in their midst.
Even the one who saved them.
So they put Lopter on a hellcopter and flew him to the gaol so he could gel a little for 14 seasons of pain while he regained his nerve.
Until his grail overflowed.
And the surgeon wanted to remove it.
Because it was full of gall.
Sure the local boy took a fall and his side was pierced and his rhyme flowed out like the juices in your lymph.
But now you know where this story goes.
And Loki always gets the last laugh.
When he kills all of the gods he once saved.
Just.
Be.
Cause.