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A New Fad Whose Time Has Come (To Die): “Microaggressions”

One can say a lot of things about living in these turbulent and blatantly ridiculous times of ours, but one thing one cannot say is that there’s a shortage of idiocy for a committed Anti-Idiotarian to mercilessly mock and ridicule.

One of those things is what is called “microaggressions”, a child of the socialist seventies (and the diseased mind of a “professor” who couldn’t hack it in the real sciences), a case of rampant idiocy so ridiculous that one can’t quite figure out whether to cry or die laughing.

We’re sure that you, sane citizens of the Anti-Idiotarian Empire, might wonder what in the name of Furor’s left tit this nonsense is. Of course, you do know what an “aggression” is, but what is its “micro” retarded cousin? This excellent post (no, not this one, the one linked to) should give you a good primer, but a quick Cliff’s Notes version is that it’s any aggression that’s not actually an aggression, but the imbecile claiming to have been a “victim” of one is so desperate to be offended that they’ll take anything, imagined or otherwise, in order to grab a few easy points in our nation’s newest sport, the Victim Olympics™.

Because, contrary to our nation’s glory days when achievement, courage in the face of adversity and stoic determination to succeed were highly prized values in a human being, today your worth is solely determined by how much you can lay claim to when it comes to being a pathetic, crying, sniveling, impotent, downtrodden serf.

We’re not quite sure that this is what Jesus meant by the meek inheriting the Earth, but we do know that if you’re that meek you’re quite likely to inherit at least a 20 sq ft plot of it before long. But we digress, as we so often do.

“So, example”, we hear you ask exasperatedly, still not able to quite wrap your superior minds around something that can truly only make sense to members of the insect kingdom.

OK, and we swear we’re not making this up, this is an actual example: You encounter a math problem in school that has you utterly bothered and bewildered and you, acknowledging your inability to proceed, turn to your Asian classmate and say “listen, bud, I can’t make a lick of sense of this, but I’m sure you can help me out here. Please?”

Congratulations, you’re now a despicable racist, no better than the Nazis at Nuremberg or the Klansmen burning crosses on black folks’ lawn before lynching them. You see, you assumed, based on substantial amounts of statistical facts, but those don’t matter in the post-intelligent Prozi Era, that the likelihood of an Asian classmate being able to more efficiently grok math problems would be pretty high. If you don’t believe us when we say that Asians generally score higher in the sciences you’ve either lived under a rock or you’re trying to pick an argument, which you really shouldn’t do. At least not with us. We positively adore arguments. But try Google if you need convincing.

“But, but, isn’t that compliment? I mean, I just went right ahead and assumed that this guy or gal is really, really smart so… Seriously? What did I do wrong?”

The answer is, of course, “everything.” At least if your classmate is a complete idiot which, also statistically provable, Asians aren’t as likely to be as a lot of other demographics, so there’s hope there. You see, what matters is not what you intended or what you meant, what matters in our wonderful age of Proziism, is how your classmate chooses to interpret it. In other words, your classmate, we’re assuming he’s an idiot there (oh, and we just committed another “microaggression” by using the male pronoun, which makes us a foul sexist, wife beater and probable rapist), gets to decide for you what you meant, and his word is all that matters.

Don’t even try to protest your innocence and good intentions, it’ll only make things worse. You see, if you reasonably object and state that it was just because you thought he would be smart because, statistically, members of his demographics are smarter than yours is, then you’ve committed another sin, this one of being ignorant of your own “obvious” racism. The most dangerous kind of racism there is, don’t you know?

You’re just like Julius Streicher, only you’re too dumb to even realize that you’re Julius Streicher. Sure, today you’re “only” committing hateful crimes of racist microaggression by assuming that your Asian classmate is smart, but who knows where that will lead if you don’t come to terms with your own hatefulness? Why, you’ll surely be herding Jews off to the gas chambers in NO time!

Which, obviously, can only be remedied in one way. For your own good, of course. You must be sent to long reeducation sessions where you’re taught about your evil racist tendencies and you will attend those until you, tearfully, admit to your own crimes in front of your Prozi People’s Commissars. Who then might allow you to re-enter civilized society. If they feel like it. Or they might send you off to forced labor for life. For your own good again. Because surely you won’t be able to live with your guilt otherwise.

You racist.

Hold the door for a woman? You evil sexist misogynist, you. You just assumed that she couldn’t open a door because she was a woman, didn’t you? No, don’t give us that “you were trying to be a gentleman” nonsense, itself a product of your growing up in a woman-beating, oppressive patriarchal fascist society. That’s just what you think that you’re doing, but your mind is deluding you. Obviously you’re not only a dangerous rapist, you’re also insane. Let’s send you off to one of our many wonderful Prozi Sanatoriums. For your own good.

And you know what? We only have ourselves to blame for this Soviet nonsense, because for too long, way too long, we failed to stand up for ourselves and common sense and tell the New Soviets to bugger off with their blatant bullshittery. For comity’s sakes, don’t you know? Let’s not be offensive here, let’s just all play along to get along, they’ll get over it, it’s just a passing phase, let’s don’t be beastly to the fascists and all that.

Fortunately, His Imperial Offensiveness has no issue whatsoever with being a rude, malicious, uncaring bastard when the object of our malice so obviously deserves it, so we went trolling for examples of “microaggressions” at a prominent Prozi Tumblr (Tumblr being one of the richest veins of Idiotarianism, Proziism and Social Justice Warriorism you can find, we highly recommend it if you’re in a pissy mood looking for easy targets), and this is some of what we found.

I was waiting in the checkout line at a convenient store on the Jersey shore to buy a drink and a snack. Two young white guys who were chatting walked between the checkout line and the counter, clearly heading for the door with food and Gatorade. The cashier called to them “Excuse me, you have to pay for that.” One guy said, “Oh,” and instead of going to the back of the line, he cut in front of me and pays for the food at the counter. The cashier didn’t say anything or send them to the back of line. It happened so quickly, I didn’t respond, but afterward I felt their oblivious entitlement infuriating.

We’re sure you did, easily offended twatface. Because clearly the cashier only let them pay for their meal right away because they were white and male. It could not at all be because the minimum wage slave needed to get his “making annoying customer pay for their purchases so I don’t get fired for missing cash” item off his mental To Do List sooner rather than later so he could more efficiently focus on serving your entitled arse in a fashion that would meet with your approval and thus assure his future employment prospects.

Oh no. If they’d been black and female he would most assuredly have made them go to the back of the line and maybe even perform a little jig for him later or, if they’d been Asian, made them do his homework.

Not to mention: In what alternate reality does letting them pay ahead of you make your wait longer than if they had, say, done what they ought to have done in the first place which is, guess what, pay ahead of you?

You insufferable twit.

And one more thing: It’s “convenience” store, not “convenient” store. Maybe if you spent a little less time trying to be offended and some more getting off your entitled and obviously illiterate arse to put in some study time you wouldn’t make quite as much of a tit of yourself. Just a kind suggestion.

I’m waiting to visit my father after his heart surgery with my mother behind a pair of doors. Another South Asian family is waiting some distance away from us to visit someone else. A white nurse opens the door and seeing all of us says, ‘Only two visitors per patient!’

Since this was tagged as “race”, we’re assuming that you’re claiming victim points based on the evil racist nurse assuming that Asians have large families which, Heaven knows, nobody else has.

Listen, cupcake, your Asianness does not make it any more or less impossible to know, just by looking at you, whether you’re all the same family or not. We know, it’s quite shocking, isn’t it? She wouldn’t have known either if you’d all been as Caucasian as Leni Riefenstahl and, and this is probably even more shocking to you, the nurse would likely have said the same thing. Because you see, hospital rooms aren’t clown cars and they can only accommodate so many people, so we tend to limit the number of people in one at the same time. It does make it somewhat hard to care for, say, your father, if the doctors and nurses have to call a SWAT team to clear a path to his bedside.

It’s positively brutal, we tell you.

And we’re not making it up either. You see, Caucasians get ill too, no matter how much we “check our privilege”, and we’ve actually been in the exact same position as you. Of course, being an Aryan superhuman (and all of you who have actually met us may stop laughing now), we tried a different tack. We simply smiled and said “we’re not together”, to which the nurse replied “oh, alright then, sorry about that” and everybody went about their business.

You might try that next time. We’re sure you can snatch a couple of points for the Victim Olympics™ elsewhere if you look hard enough, and we’re sure that you will.

I was taking anatomy and physiology and during an open lab session one of my classmates (who is a white male) asked me what my major was. But before I could tell him he said “Wait you’re doing nursing right? Am I right ??” in a manner where he felt very confident in his answer. When I told him I was taking a class to be a medical lab technician, he sounded astonished and baffled all at the same time. He said that “It’s a shame that you’re not trying to be a nurse.”

I am a filipino female.

We’re actually shocked at your microaggression towards nurses. No, not really. But what we are a bit befuddled by is why you would take an assumption that you’d make a better nurse than an MLT would be a racist insult. You obviously haven’t studied average pay scales yet. You should. Then you should shut up and change majors.

My mom sees my LGBTerrific shirt and laughs, tells me that it’s okay to wear it inside the house, but not out. She then tells me to leave the activism out, because that will make my life so much harder and that I’m too young to do this.

Your mom is not a homophobe. She just knows the world. Because she’s actually lived in it, which you haven’t. Yet. We also assure you that she’s right. Nobody cares much for having somebody’s opinion, any opinion, shoved in their bloody faces 24/7.

You’ll learn this too, even though you’ll probably have to learn it the hard way since you refuse to listen to the person who brought you into this world. But you will learn. Once your testicles drop. You can apologize to mum for being an entitled, selfish brat later.

“Cool story, babe. Now make me a sandwich.”

T-shirt of a senior boy who goes to my high school, seen in the hallway between classes.

You’re not terribly familiar with the concept of “humor”, are you? That’s a pity. Being familiar with common joke structures can be very helpful. Especially when you’re obviously destined to be the butt of so very many of them.

“Damn, what a waste!”

Straight male acquaintance after I came out to him as a lesbian. Was it supposed to be a compliment? Does a man get to judge my relationship with a woman as unfulfilling and “a waste?” Does he think that had been straight, he and other men would be entitled to sex with me?

Erm, yes. We really do believe that compliments as well as jokes lose quite a bit from having to explain them, but there you have it. What your “acquaintance” was saying was that you’re really attractive, that you’re sexy, that he would really love to jump your bones. In earlier, pre-Prozi versions of English, that would be what we would call a “compliment.” Much like we were dismayed when we learned that Ellen Page is a lesbian. Not because we disapprove of lesbianism. Her body, her choice, but because seriously… What a waste. Oh dear, we just did it too, didn’t we?

Yes, your lesbianism is indeed “unfulfilling.” To HIM. Again, that’s a compliment, special snowflake. Would you have preferred it if he’d said “thank G-d. It means that I won’t have to worry about your fugly arse fantasizing about me”?

And no, it doesn’t mean that he feels “entitled to have sex with you”, any more than His Imperial Majesty feels “entitled” to have sex with every attractive female he sees. It would kill us. OK, so there are worse ways to go, but still.

He was calling you hot stuff but you, obviously, wasn’t going to let go of a chance to be offended. The Victim Olympics™ is important stuff, isn’t it. Come to think of it, it’s probably good for him and every other male member of the species that you’re a lesbian.

“Hey sexy.”

This is OFFENSIVE. I am NOT your girlfriend, I am NOT a sex toy, I do NOT deserve to be degraded in front of all your friends by you calling me this. In high school.

Did he call you “girlfriend?” “Sex toy?” And just when did being called “sexy” become “degrading.”

Excuse us, ladies, but you can “degrade” US any time you like!

And that’s just the first few examples we could find. We may come back for more because, by Jupiter, that is some prime grade stupid there.

Thatisall.

More From the Lovely Religion of Peace

But don’t forget, “no religion teaches murder of the innocent”, as our beloved Ear Leader, Barack Obamovich, has taught us ignorant rubes time and again (h/t Jawa):

A Palestinian mother waited for her 16-year-old daughter to go to bed, tied a rope around her neck and strangled her to death. The woman murdered her own daughter after neighbours lied to her that the girl had an affair with their son.

No, don’t stop reading now. You think this is bad?

Bah, it only just got started. Forget about her murdering her own daughter. That’s bad enough. Murdering her on hearsay… Murdering your kids is already inexcusable, no matter what part of the animal kingdom you belong to, but that just lowers it to a level of depravity that you have to be a paleosimian mooselimb to sink to.

But, as we said, it only gets worse from here:

After the murder, the family left the girl in her bed all the night. In the morning, they went straight to hospital and said their daughter had died of heart attack.

Because lots of 16-year-olds die in their sleep from heart attack. Nothing to see here, move along. We’re just surprised that the demented, depraved, defective mooselimb swine didn’t blame it on Evil Jooish Death Rays like they usually do. So that syphilitic mooselimb sow murders her own daughter in cold blood over a rumor, then leaves her dead in her bed while the “parents” get a good night’s sleep so they can look their best when they go to lie to the hospital. Or maybe daddy just wanted some “alone time” with her corpse before it was carried away. At this point, there is no crime against humanity too depraved that we can easily imagine those animals embracing it.

Such lovely creatures. Such a lovely culture.

What? You still think it can’t get worse?

You obviously don’t know very much about the “religion of peace”, do you?

“The mother then started her plan to kill her daughter…residents said she had made her daughter clean the house for two days so the family will be prepared to receive would-be mourners on their daughter’s death.”

And here we were, thinking that it would be hard to top socialists’ common practice of charging the family for the bullet when they execute somebody when it comes to sheer monstrous, callous, inhuman brutality.

We should have known that “moderate islam” would be more than up to the task.

It’s not like “moderate islam” doesn’t already excel in “honor killings” and treating women like less that shit, something that our beloved “progressive” Prozi feminists never have a single word to say about.

Why the Hades not make your child clean the house for her own wake before you murder her.

We repeat: Such lovely people, such a fascinating, “vibrant” culture.

And before anybody get started on the “Not All Muslims” mantra, allow us to point out that all of this happened without any attempt on the animal muslim perpetrators’ part of trying to come up with a believable cover story or, as is even more common among uncivilized members of otherwise civilized societies, doing the heinous deed in ways aimed at making it completely unknown to anybody.

Can you imagine any member of an actual human civilization rushing to authorities with a cover story that would be blown wide open in a matter of seconds (ligation marks and petechiae are pretty easy to spot, y’all, we cover that in pre-K med) rather than, say, burying the body in the desert and maybe running off to a different country?

So why would anybody do that? Because they didn’t expect any repercussions whatsoever, that’s why.

“Moderate islam” doesn’t exist. At least not outside of the deluded minds of weak-kneed cowards who refuse to face the reality of it because it makes them “uncomfortable” to do so.

Well, His Imperial Majesty feels plenty uncomfortable about it too, because it leaves us with precious few “gentle” options when it comes to dealing with the threats from it and, contrary to popular belief, His Imperial Viciousness really rather does like to settle things in ways that don’t involve mass extinctions. It cuts down on paperwork and body disposal, just to mention a few reasons.

But if a dog gets rabid, it doesn’t really matter how much you loved the poor canine, he’s still rabid. You can let him mangle your entire family, or you can put him down. Your choice. And even a refusal to make a choice is still making a choice.

Not to mention that we’re plenty sure that the poor girl in this story felt more than a little bit uncomfortable cleaning up her own home in preparation for her own wake, not to mention the discomfort she felt when her own mother, the one person in the world who, among actual human beings at least, ought to be counted upon to give her own life for her children, tied a rope around her neck and strangled her.

We don’t know about what goes on in the alleged minds of idiots unable to face the inevitable conclusions that must be drawn from such acts of savagery and barbarianism, but we DO know that, as far as WE’RE concerned, the “discomfort” we feel from acknowledging that a whole lot of killing has to be done before those pre-Neanderthal, subhuman animals finally realize that it’s a very, very bad idea to as much as think about carrying on as they have been carrying on, with pretty much no change at all, for 1,400 years, is nowhere near the real discomfort we feel even thinking about not eradicating this blight from the face of the planet and thus being complicit in its continued crimes against all that is good, just and holy.

Your mileage may vary.

Thatisall.

O’er the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave

200 years ago today the sun broke over a haze filled Baltimore harbor. The acrid smoke of black powder burned the eyes and throats of the sailors as they stared over the gunwales of the British men-of-war. What they saw surprised them, and inspired a “guest” who was on board to write four verses of a poem that would resonate through history.

Two years prior the fledgling United States republic had declared war on the mightiest military empire in the world. Despite constant armed conflict since 1775, either with the British during the revolution, the French at sea, the Barbary pirates in the Mediterranean, or the Indian tribes on the frontier, this was the first time the Congress would officially declare war. Ever since the Treaty of Paris had ended the War of Independence Britain had wanted to reclaim her lost colonies, or at the very least protect its remaining holdings in Canada from the threat of republicanism. They feared that the ideals of liberty could spread to the north and jeopardize their possessions there. They had armed and encouraged their Indian allied tribes to raid the frontier villages of the Americans and had granted tracts of land to American royalists who fled to Canada. Their arrogant belief was that the misguided and insolate American children would fail at self-governance and that they could then reassert their rule over a population begging to be protected subjects of the Crown once more.

But they had severely misjudged the character of the new man that had been bred on the continent. He was fiercely independent, stubborn and violent. He resisted the Indian raids and had struck back hard. While the tit for tat raids waged on the frontier the Royal Navy was also used to attempt to subjugate and humiliate the United States and remind of them of their proper place. England arrogantly claimed that any man born a subject remained a subject, as did his heirs. The United States asserted that a citizen of the United States was sovereign regardless of their parentage or class. To press the issue the Royal Navy, desperate for sailors to man their ships and fight against the French, routinely intercepted American merchant ships and impressed into service anyone they deemed to be a British subject. After countless ship on ship engagements off the American coast the issue finally came to a head in June of 1812 and President James Madison asked Congress for a formal declaration of war.

And it had been a war which had mostly gone badly for the brash, upstart republic. Although the Americans had seized control of Lake Erie and parts of Ontario and had smashed the military strength of the Creek nation in the south, other incursions into Canada had been repulsed.  Despite fighting only a defensive war in the new world (Its priorities being on the continent against France), the English had managed to overall severely handle the Americans. Now with Napoleon defeated they would finally bring the Americans to heel.

Thousands of British troops landed on the East Coast on August 24th 1814 and quickly routed the confused Americans at Bladensburg.  Washington D.C. was burned and looted and a fleet was sent up the Potomac. Terrified militia fled at the sight of the massive British ships and surrendered Fort Warburton and Alexandria Virginia without firing a shot. The Americans were demoralized and on the run and the British eyed the busy port of Baltimore, the “nest of pirates” which had served as home port for the privateers that had harried the British for the past two years, for the knockout blow.

On September 12th 1814 a force of 5,000 Redcoats landed at North Point 14 miles from the city, where they were met by 3,000 militia under General John Stricker. Gen. Stricker had been dispatched to fight a delaying action while Major General Smith strengthened Baltimore’s defenses. During the battle the British commander, Major General Robert Ross, who had so efficiently routed the Americans at Bladensburg and burned Washington, was killed by an American sharpshooter. Command devolved to the less capable Colonel Arthur Brooke who was unable to press his advantage against the Americans, who were staging an organized and professional retreat to the main defenses of Baltimore.

On the morning of September 13th, underestimating the strength of the defenses at Baltimore, which now stood at close to 10,000 men entrenched behind fortifications erected by its citizens, the initial British assault was a failure. Col. Brooke decided not to risk further losses and rested his hopes on Admiral Cochrane’s fleet which had focused its attention on Fort McHenry, a star shaped brick fortress jutting into the Chesapeake Bay.

Ft. McHenry was defended by 1,000 men under the command of Major General George Armistead and had been under bombardment since the early morning of the 13th as Col. Brooke had launched his failed probes of Baltimore’s defenses. Now that the land forces had failed to breach the city’s fortifications it fell to the Royal Navy to crack the nut of Baltimore Harbor. The naval guns outranged the guns of Ft. McHenry and the fort’s defenders were forced to patiently endure the incoming shells and Congreve rockets. Firing with impunity Admiral Cochrane expected the outgunned fort to surrender within two hours.  But General Armistead thought differently and the fort refused to give up. In the early afternoon a small force of British ships approached closer to increase their accuracy and efficacy of their guns. The range was close enough for the American gunners to unleash their pent up aggression and drive them off in a furious barrage of fire.

After night fell the British attempted to outflank the fort and break the stalemate by landing a force of 1,200 men to the west. Thinking that they were in a safe area they fired a signal flare which gave away their position. They were immediately taken under murderous fire by Ft. McHenry’s defenders and the supporting Forts Covington and Babcock. After suffering horrendous losses they were forced to withdraw to the fleet which was still pounding Fort McHenry through the rain.

Sometime that evening the greatest threat came when a shell pierced the fort’s magazine. Providence shone on the defenders and the shell failed to explode, either because the fuse had been extinguished by the rain or it was just a dud round. Of the more than 1,800 shells fired at the fort that night, most did little damage, the fort was very sturdily built and the range was too great. But they did kill four defenders, including one woman who was cut in half as she carried supplies to the troops.

The barrage lasted 25 hours until the morning of the 14th when Gen. Armistead lowered the tattered storm flag which had flown over the fort during the bombardment and hoisted the 42 foot long and 32 foot high garrison flag in a gesture of stubborn defiance while his troops fired their guns and sang “Yankee Doodle”.

The British had suffered 330 killed with nothing to show, and faced with casualties reminiscent of Bunker Hill if they again assaulted the battlements of Baltimore City, Admiral Cochrane realized they could not take the harbor and ordered a withdrawal. It was a turning point which boosted flagging American morale and led to the signing of the Treaty of Ghent three months later, ending the war in what could be called a stalemate, if not for the David and Goliath nature of the fight. America had fought and bloodied the mighty British Empire both on land and on sea. The British were forced to begrudgingly abandon their hopes of reclaiming the colonies and their arrogant belief that the American republic would disintegrate into chaos and that its citizens would come running back to their arms. The United States of America had defended their ideals and their citizens, and had earned the right to exist as an equal in the family of nations.  America had been born on July 4th 1776, but it matured to adulthood on the morning of September 14th 1814.

That morning as the rain died down a young lawyer named Francis Scott Key watched from eight miles away aboard the treaty ship Minden as the great garrison flag rose above Fort McHenry.  He had been sent there to secure the release of Dr. William Beanes, a civilian arrested during the sacking of Washington. Although successful in obtaining pardon for Beanes, Key had been detained out of fear that he had overhead British plans for the assault on Baltimore. As a result he had witnessed the bombardment and felt certain that the fort would fall and Baltimore would be captured. Instead the sight which he beheld that morning inspired him to write a poem he titled “The Defense of Fort McHenry”, which would later become our national anthem, “The Star Spangle Banner.”

O say can you see by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave[

No, We Haven’t Forgotten…

Because who could forget this:

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Or this:

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Not to mention, of course, this:

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We will also never forget this:

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And we will absolutely never forget all of our courageous sisters and brothers, heroes all, who went and covered themselves in glory on the battlefield, making sure that the mentally defective apes who did all of the above and more also wouldn’t forget.

It’s just that we seem to live in a nation that, present company obviously excluded, has.

They vote for reprehensible charlatans and tyrants like the golfer-in-chief who offers them Free Shit and has pissed away all that our heroes achieved, all of it and then some, they vote for treasonous swine like McSwine and Lindsay Lohan Graham who, until it became no longer convenient to do so, harangued us all about how we should arm and support the very same pisslamic fundamentalists who laughed and cheered when the Twin Towers went down, they do all of this and more and give not one solitary shit about what happened on that Terrible Tuesday.

Because dude, that was like 13 years ago.

So we feel more and more like we’re shouting into the wind, and we find ourself more and more in the camp of “Let the sheeple burn, them them be corralled, sheared and slaughtered, let them pay the price for their apathy and narcissism, let them have their introduction to the Gods of the Copybook Headings, and may they have joy of the experience.” Or not, we do not much care for them anymore.

But all of that, while maybe understandable, is no excuse. None of the above frees us from the oath that we made all of those years ago to never forgive and never forget.

Never still means “never.”

So if we must, and we do, then we’ll crawl up on our soapbox from time to time and hold aloft the tattered old banner that at least we may say that we never forgot, no matter what.

And may G-d have mercy on the shallow, empty souls of those who didn’t, because we won’t.

Thatisall.

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Thank G-d “Fuck You” Wasn’t on the List of Banned Words

Via Jim Treacher: DYER COUNTY, TN – (WMC) – A young girl, who claims she was standing up for her religious beliefs in the classroom, was suspended after breaking a class rule of saying “bless you” after a classmate sneezed. When Dyer County High School senior Kendra Turner said bless you to her classmate, she

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But No, Nobody is Trying to Force Their Lifestyle On You…

Which is what we hear every time the Gay Nazi Lobby tries to ridicule the “paranoia of homophobes.” We’re sure the Giffords don’t feel that they’ve had anything forced upon them at all (h/t Matt Walsh): The New York State Division of Human Rights (DHR) has ruled that the Roman Catholic owners of an Albany-area

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