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Don't ask for an ally when you really want a lackey

11/29/2016

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So, you believe you have the right to tell privileged people, "fuck you," and they should agree with and follow you anyway?
How many privileged masochists do you think there are?
Talk of the inherent racism of 60 million plus American voters all you please. What truly gave Trump the election was this. Eight years plus of this bullying. Of not only being right, but insisting that you didn't have to prove it and that your opponents had nothing worthy to say.
The old saw says, "There are four boxes: soap, ballot, jury, and cartridge. Please use in order."
And that's exactly what happened. Chased off, blocked, or simply walking away from the soapboxes, they went to the ballot box to find someone who didn't insist they were to blame and should be happy and helpful anyway.
And the insistence continues.
60 + million of your fellows just said, "no."
Continuing in the same vein, well, you may be right.
But you're sure not fucking helping.
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Echo chambers crashing

11/9/2016

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I was kept up late last night by a constant sound of crashing. Ugly, grinding crashing.
Turns out that's what the sound of echo chambers crashing into each other sounds like.
That's what months, even years, of talking at people and past people instead of ~to~ people sounds like. When you long ago couldn't even and now it's there in front of you.
And now we've gone past and are flying out on our own vectors again.
In the shock of the crash, I'm seeing people asking the same questions.
Making the same assumptions.
Spitting the same hatreds.
Want change? This is where it starts. Or somewhere down the line we start crashing into each other again.
But that's the long term, and the abstract.
Time is for the here and now and the practical.
And the here and now is that a lot of people are terrified, for legit reasons.
And yeah, for some illegit ones too. Remember the last eight years of rolling eyes at Obama coming for their guns? And how he had a supermajority and a senatorial voting record that should've made such things a top priority? And yet it never happened? Stop, breathe, and consider that before invoking Godwin on Trump yet again.
The win and the gains are slim by anyone's reckoning. They're wins, yes. But far from being mandates.
When I was a teenager, I had a bunk bed even though I had my own room (no small feat with three siblings).
The bunk bed was used because I had a mild habit of bringing home strays with nowhere else to go for a night.
And my parents, despite being pretty solid right-wingers, never batted an eye about it. If someone darkened the door early enough, they got fed, too. They never asked what brought them to our door, nor would they have cared had they known. All they asked was that they know they were there (which kept dad from thinking they were intruders and shooting one) and that they called whatever equivalent of a parent they had to tell them they had a spot to crash. Didn't have to say where (this was before caller ID), just that they were safe. Even the shittiest parents appreciated the gesture.
The moral of that story is that more than one kid kicked out of the house for coming out of the closet spent the night safe because we cared more about people than politics.
It's influenced my habits a good bit.
Scared?
I'm here. I'm armed. I know all sorts of fun tricks for dealing with someone bigger and stronger, I'm a decent teacher of all sorts of related actions, and I have nothing but contempt for bullies.
Call if you need to.
Unfriending? Blocking?
I'd appreciate the courtesy of a goodbye go-fuck-yourself, as nobody during the campaign had the guts to bother. But fair winds to you either way.
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I have a mild epiphany

11/8/2016

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Every president during my lifetime has, from the moment of secured nomination, been insulated from the presence of any armed citizens, save the few who have sworn an oath to protect him. And that insulation is maintained from that moment forward.
Even those who do advocate the carrying of arms that do come into his presence are forcibly disarmed before coming within a city block of him.
One wonders what such insulation does to the attitude of one subject to it.
Name any other special interest, any other creator granted right, and imagine it's active use forbidden by any but the designated few within the presence of the president. How would such things affect their outlook, and decisions?
How do you put a human face to a topic when you're not permitted to lay eyes on one?
I don't deny the strategic need. I just find the sociological implications fascinating.
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Maybe if an aggressively hetero dude says it it'll sink in deeper.

11/1/2016

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Guys, let's talk.
If a lady is kind enough to present an audience that includes you with an image of themselves that is even remotely alluring in any way, shape, or form, the proper responses are varying degrees of awe and gratitude.
In other words, say things like:
"You look amazing!"
"Bravo!"
"Nicely done!"
And especially...
"Thank you."
NOT such responses as...
"More!"
"Too much clothing!"
"Damn Facebook restrictions, full frontal ahead!"
Innuendo is for experienced, advanced players who agreed to house rules beforehand. If you have to ask whether you are among their ranks, let me clear the confusion: you're not.
Indicate your imminent proximity to your bunk at your own risk. If you wouldn't publicly say, "I'm going to go forth and vigorously masturbate to this," don't fool yourself into thinking a Whedonic euphemism will save you.
Unless the lady has contracted to model for you to your specifications, SHE DON'T OWE YOU SHIT!
While you're at it, keep your deconstructive and unasked for commentary vis a vis her appearance, pose, wardrobe, and expression to yourselves.
Nobody needs that shit, and you make the world a worse place in doing so.
So knock it off.
Short version: stop treating the pretty ladies in your online life like some manner of fuckdoll avatars you didn't pay for.
One, doing so makes you an asshole.
Two, the lady doesn't need that shit.
Three, the more assholes there are doing this shit, the less ladies there are willing to present such images, meaning less of such images in the world for me to enjoy and appreciate.
(hey, I never said I didn't have some enlightened self interest motivating me here.)
Unfuck yourselves,
~J.
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