November 16th, 2015

drac emu

yeah, no

So GG is denying they 'shopped a Sikh man into a suicide bomber. Yeah, sure. Except the problem is, these are guys who hate women, gays, anybody who's not a straight white dude who can't get laid outside of a morgue. If only they hadn't lied about Zoe Quinn, Anita Sarkesian, Brianna Wu, Sarah Nyburg, and basically every woman who's ever pointed out their assholes. If only they hadn't based their whole movement on an unfuckable loser like Eron Gjonji, who responded to being (justifiably) dumped by proving what a future OJ he was by writing a 9,000-word ode to "what would Elliot Rodgder do?" (Elliot Rodger never once asked a "blonde bitch" out, not once, but he blamed them for his unfucked status. He's the patron saint of gamergators.)

Basically, they feel entitled to supermodel blowjobs, and they feel intimidated by any woman who doesn't worship them. Don't try false equivalency with me. Guys who feel unfairly disrespected by society go on shooting sprees to prove to every woman who ever dumped them that they were, in fact, right. Meanwhile, women who do everything at work and at home, when they feel---and ARE---disrespected----they go on shopping sprees. You fuck off a woman, the economy benefits. Piss off a man over his penisfeels, though, and he will kill people. Well, okay, not "people", per say---he'll kill women, including those he's supposed to love...wives, moms, daughters. One woman does that, and she's famous for thousands of years. Countless guys do that, and.....they're anonymous.

Yeah, GG protesting about this is totally reasonable....unless you've read KIA on reddit, where the paranoid white boys rant. If you really want a laugh, find one of their rants about "hugboxes"....from dudes who make death threats when.....women analyze their "vidya."
drac emu

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Another nice blast from the past. I'm writing again, bit by bit. And I'm doing it in the morning. I pretty much have to; my back is so bad it takes hours for the pain to get better. But doing it in the morning gives ideas time to percolate. It feels.....better than doing it at night. When the symptoms are especially bad, my brain just doesn't work. The creative part of the mind just shuts down. You can't express yourself, your mind can't make jumps in imagination and creativity, you just struggle. It's very frustrating. Add to that a lack of concentration, and it's a terrible, terrible feeling.

Is anybody else doing NaNaWriMo? Where are you at? What are you writing about?

I was going to charge all my solar-powered thingies---the VA wants to try a God-awful experimental thing on me tomorrow, so I like to pack my purse with enough little odds and ends and supplies to invade a small foreign country-----but it's rainy and crappy today. Ordinarily, the whole south side of my house is gloriously bright and sunny.

Seriously, though, I can fix appliances and pick locks with the stuff I have in that bag. And bandage small wounds. Hell, I can inflict small wounds. (The big wounds have to wait till I'm home to be inflicted. Seriously, get a girlfriend for the zombie apocalypse. All I need aside from the contents of my gardening shelves and cosmetics are matches. Add the broom closet and the machetes that I keep buying because I keep forgetting where they are, and yeah, my house is where you want to be when the zombies come. Ah, if only.)

And speaking of shambling brainless monsters, I see the conservatives are out in force on twitter now that Daesh has attacked Paris. This, of course, is exactly what Daesh wants, kind of like how they hate the term "Daesh" being used instead of ISIS.

Daesh wants Westerners to react with hatred and bigotry. That is their dream. They want war. They want Muslims to believe that Westerners hate and fear them. That serves their purpose of making hatred possible, and from hatred grows their army. Don't give them any help.

If you can read this without feeling an ache, I don't want to know you. That broke my heart.

How come the heroes don't get any press? Ahmed Merebet gave his life guarding the newspaper that mocked his religion. Lassana Bathily, a humble Muslim stocker at a Jewish deli taken over by the Charlie Abdo murderers, saved fifteen Jewish people. Manal Kassam stopped in the midst of her wedding to lay her wedding bouquet amidst the memorials for the victims of the Sydney massacre. Adel Termos gave his life jumping on a suicide bomber in Beirut this weekend, an event almost completely overlooked by the mainstream news---but not by social media. Aitazaz Bangesh jumped on a suicide bomber and saved many lives in his school, where both Sunni and Shia students study. "His mother cries tears but he saved hundreds of other mothers from needing to cry," said his dad. And there's Malala Yusufzai, whose dad said, "I didn't do anything. Rather, what is important is what I did not do: I did not clip her wings." I could go on. I could pluck eight names of Muslims who acted nobly, and would that balance out the eight murderers in Paris? If some people can say these eight horrible people represent a billion, why can't I use the same reasoning for the opposite argument?

Well, that came out of nowhere. I haven't written about Paris, but I can't write about it without writing about Lebanon, Baghdad, and Japan, too. All of them suffered disasters or horror this weekend. When we shrug at bombings, it's a kind of false equivalency, the same way people dismiss the Arab-Israeli conflict. Yet during WWII, Muslims risked their lives to save their Jewish friends and neighbors. In French Algeria, the Nazis offered seized Jewish property at a discount to Algerians. Many people did in fact take advantage of this, but the mullahs criticized this from the mosques, and not one single Arab did. In Albania, so many Muslims worked so hard to rescue Jewish people that Albania's Jewish population after the war was higher than before the war. Again, I could go on.

I'm not an elegant speaker, but I do no know this. You don't fight hatred with more hatred. It doesn't work. We fought two wars, and that should be fresh in our minds. Instead, we should reach out and recognized that our Muslim neighbors are experiencing hatred themselves more than they are the purveyers of it. Let the gravestones of the Paris, Baghdad, and Beirut victims be monuments not to the hatred that claimed their lives, but to the love we're all still capable of embracing and expanding.