Tag: love and hate

“Nazi Punks Fuck Off!” : No Room For Racists

Its fucking Tragic that I’m starting this post with the following Statement. The Statement is I’m glad as hell My Father Died before having to witness the resurgence of Racism in America (under The Obese Orange Fear Mongering Traitorous ASSHOLE like Fithly 45.

It has gotten to the point I throw My fucking Phone when I read about some Racist Fuckwit on Twitter or struggle like a motherfucker to not kick in My TV when I see that Racist Bullshit on the Fucking Nightly fucking News every other fucking day.

SO I’VE FUCKING HAD IT, In the immortal words of Popeye:

“I have had all I can Stands and I can Stands no more.”

Now is the Time for Me to do what I do Rant, Rave, Riot, Rebel, and Rail against these damnable Racist Twats. I’m so fucking Angry I’m on the fucking edge of giving Myself a fucking Aneurysm I swear to God.

I’m going to be making two points in this post (and possibly 2 separate parts. The First being a Commentary on the State of Affairs today pertaining to Racism, and the Second will be a brief and brutal History Lesson for all the ignorant Racist assholes.

Alright here We go Kiddies………

I would like to start by addressing the Basic Human Behavior that Spawns Racist Douche Bags. Now everyone agrees Racism stems from Hate, but thats not where the Psychology ends.

You see Dear Reader’s there as We all know 2 basic Human Emotions that ALL OTHERS are born from, and their not exactly what You think they are. I pretty fucking positive most People would simple roll Their fucking eyes, and say DUH everyone knows its LOVE AND HATE.

And They’d be WRONG. Close but NO CIGAR Guys.

You see Love is correct as it is one of the aforementioned basic Human Emotions, BUT the other isn’t Hate its FEAR. That is People Hate what They Fear hence the term “White Fear” which I will get back to later in this post.

With that said lets continue shall we.

The first point I’d like to make is the White Nationalists (or Nationalists as The Scumbags call Themselves now because White was obviously too blatantly Race Related) are the EQUIVALENT of the New Klux Klux Klan.

That’s to say They are Closet Racists who hide Their Racist Feelings/Ideology from Others, and only dare express Their Racist Beliefs behind closed doors.

Don’t get Me wrong now there are still a handful of The KKK Kunts (Yes I know I spelled cunt wrong for alliteration purposes) sprinkled around America still trying to rally the Organization back to its Heyday of the late 1800’s and Early 1900’s.

“Oh look at us dressed in fucking sheets! BOO I’M THE GHOST OF A CONFEDERATE SOLIDER.” Way to stay relevant Dipshits.

Thusly as Time Marched On The KKK for the most part has disintegrated into obscurity only to be found mostly in fucking History Books.

So like the Klan White Nationalists not only hide Their Racism They will flat out fucking deny it if Their confronted with the Question of are They Racist.

Their member demographic is similar in that the members tend to be Older Wealthy Prominent White Men who are Church going Christians who are considered “Pillars of Their Community”.

This is more than likely why these Racist Fucks hide Their despicable views from the rest of Society. They’re the Civilized Racists if you will.

On to the Proud Boys who are some of the biggest PUNK ASS BITCHES I have seen since the fucking Neo Nazi Skinheads.

For Their credit Neo Nazis had a distinct “Uniform” for one consisting of Black or Army Green Flack Jackets, Generic White T-Shirt, Jeans, and Combat Boots usually with Red or White Laces. AND MOST OF ALL the one and most important requirement to be a fuckass Neo Nazi was a SHAVED HEAD. Now its pertinent that I post out this was a time LONG before it became socially acceptable for balding Men to say fuck it and shave it. It was a time well before Shaving One’s head had become some sort of asshole trend.

Also Shitheads that They are also were decently organized having a Hierarchy, Club Houses, Compounds, and a nasty network connecting Each Neo Nazi Gang/Group with one another. This allows them to orchestrate and execute whatever fucked up shit it is They had in Their minuscular minds.

As for the fuckheads that are the Racist (and Homophobic) “Proud Boys” Group of Particular Scum. Well if You ever wondered what the fuck happens to Douchebag, Butt Chugging, Date Rapist Drunken Frat Boy Jocks after collage apparently They join The Proud Pussies.

These assholes are a very loosely run Gang that run around at random beating Minorities and Gays as They are running down the streets. They are generically dressed punk ass bitches sporting Ambercrombe and Finch T-Shirts, Kaki Cargo Shorts, and Sneakers/Birkenstocks.

The Proud Bitches have a founder/leader (who I won’t name because I don’t as to not acknowledge this prick) is a complete fucking tool if there ever was fucking one I assure You of that.

He’s looks like Your run of the Mill Lame Hipster Douche. I mean this motherfucker has the Short 1950’s type hairdo with one of those well manicured Lumber Jack meets ZZ Top fucking beards, and a pretentious Vintage Mustache thats a fucking throw back to The Wild West Days.

The thing I detest the most about both the Nazis AND Proud Bitches is this: They talk mad shit trying to shock the World into thinking Their some sort of Hardcore Hardasses who Everyone is terrified to fuck with.

In reality though NAZIS AND PROUD BOYS ARE IN FACT BIG FUCKING PUSSIES.

THEIR NOTHING BUT COWARDLY BULLSHITTERS.

My proof is this these two Groups fight in Gangs, YOU NEVER SEE ANY OF THEM SQUARE OFF ONE ON ONE.

And thats simply because They damn well fucking know one on one They’d get Their fucking faces split and asses kicked in mere Seconds. They have to fight in numbers because Their to WEAK and too much of a BUNCH OF PUNK ASS BITCHES to fight like a fucking MAN. 

Summation: Racist Cowards are Cunts.

Well Shit. Looks like as to not bore Our Readers I will if fact be posting this Post in 2 Parts.

Stay Tuned Kiddos For Part Two: Horrendous Horrors in American History

Thanks For Reading,

 By Les Sober

Part 2 The Forgotten

The lady had arrived at the final destination. She did not know how final it was or if she would be happy with the person next to her or the person inside of her in the morning, but she saw a shimmer in those eyes, like alpenglow cresting forth before the dawn.

There was no rhyme or reason. There was no great parade, no grand procession as she was accustomed to seeing. And so forth she went.

Well that lady is me. It is you. It is everyone of us. We all forget things that should not be forgotten. I personally have about five years of my life that I have blocked out due to PTSD. I treated myself deplorably and lived as such in almost every single facet of my being. I have difficulty distinguishing up or down, wrong or right, nearly every moment of those five years is a complete blur.

It is like it almost never happened but unfortunately it did. I sometimes tend to forget the year I am in, the age I may be, etc. at the given moment.

Several of my friends have gone through ECT, so I can relate with some degree of empathy with the lost thoughts, days, months, places. Except mine are in a more accessible place, a place I frankly choose not to access and which my conscious mind does not allow me to bring forth.

A lot of people I talk to think I am crazy. They do not wish to see the optimism I see in things to the point that I almost do not believe in it anymore. I have not forgotten that the world we live in is not a place of innocence, it is not a place of the nice guy never finishes last and the asshole never wins. It is opposite.

So as I sit here trying to break some kind of bread with Anne Frank, swastika emblazoned on my forehead. As I sit here wondering if all of my causes are noble or whether certain rocks should never be turned there is one thing I do not forget.

That there is still some kind of love, some kind of hope in this world. What brings me hope in the closest sense of the word is rather private but there are always rocks which need to overturned. Some should never have been touched but I touch. I feel, I learn. It has taken me a very long time to believe something I had forgotten for many, many years.

Luckily yesterday going to see a Pearl Jam concert on Halloween returned some of that lost innocence just a little bit more. Probably only for a little bit, but that’s a little bit more life in me then I had yesterday or the day before.

Everything in life brings you one step closer to death. Or one step closer to life. Most things are not that obvious. No one knows whether speeding down the highway or screaming at the top of your lungs makes you live more or die. All I know is today I am closer to life. Whatever lost cause tomorrow may bring.

 

 By SpaceDog