“They’re afraid of losing friends, being ridiculed in class, getting worse grades and are even afraid of being assaulted and physically hurt.”
good
no, not good. because if we hate them as much as Trump and his supporters hate certain groups, we are no better than they are.
yeah I am
“if you hate these bigots you’re just as bigoted as they are”
This “we’re no better than them” mentality makes the critical mistake that hate itself is the problem.
Hate is not the problem. At all. Hate can be constructive. Hate can be defensive and come from righteous outrage.
The problem is irrational hate towards innocent people.
Hating a racist is COMPLETELY fucking different from hating a race. A whole race didn’t do anything wrong. A racist did. Hating the racist is 100% proportionate, justifiable retaliation.
Fucking. Mic. Drop.
The reason that hate groups like the Klan have been driven so near to extinction is because of this exact thing. It became unfashionable to be publicly racist, and the backlash against those kinds of groups became unbearable for them. It drove them out of the limelight and into the very fringes of society.
This postmodern “hating the hate makes you just as bad” bullshit is what’s allowing them to re-prosper.
Fuck that.
Expose them. Make them lose their friends. Ridicule them in classes. If you can get away with it, beat their asses. Show them what it means that we will not go back to that way of life again. It’s time for the racists to be the ones who live in fear.
the whole mutual thing is really overhyped on this site. sometimes interests don’t match up and that’s the only reason why there isn’t a mutual following. if you’re a regular in my inbox or my notifications, i have visited your blog before. if i didn’t want you around for any reason, you would be blocked. so yeah. you can spam my notes and/or talk with me (and possibly become my friend) even if i’m not following you back. no worries.
When you vote a straight democrat party it changes Beto to Cruz on some machines. If you’re in Texas and voting please RECHECK your answers. If your machine does this, notify someone working at the polling site.
So some of you might remember how a comment a la “Dante sure wanted to be a cowboy as a kid, look at his newest weapon” by myself turned into @rex101111 and me writin half a story about Dante, his hat, one god-awful cowboy accent and mostly Lady suffering from it.
Well, that half-story is now a full story, and it took some… interesting turns 😉
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Rating: Teen and up Audiences / Gen
Summary: One hat, a joking comment and Dante being, well, Dante, that’s all it takes to turn one quiet afternoon at the Devil May Cry shop into a war. In the end, nobody can say they are really surprised by the situation itself… just by what they might discover because of it.
With one final swing, Dante
sent the last of the demons flying into a wall. Their forms quickly fell apart
at the seams and turned to dust, leaving behind only the impression on the
concrete. Dante reached out a hand, making a beckoning motion, before a red
streak flew from the broken wall and into his palm with a quite buzz.
"That thing is pretty
impressive.” Lady commented dryly as she yanked her bayonet from a pron
Frost, looking at Dante from the corner of her eye. “You know…for a
hat.”
Dante placed the hat on his
head with a quick flick of his finger and a light smirk. “I like it! It’s
got a load of style to it.”
Lady scoffed, “style
wouldn’t be the word I’d use but-”
“Yeah!” Nico
interrupted suddenly, peaking her head out from a pile of grey, twitching limbs
with a giddy smirk. “It kinda makes ya look like a cowboy!”
Dante freezes, and whips
his head to face the direction of Nico’s voice. “Really?”
“Yeah really! Straight
out of an Eastwood film, dude!”
Dante blinked his eyes
numbly for a few seconds, the idea slowly rolling around in his head, before
his face lit up like a blinking land mine and a manic smirk dominated his
features. “Well, ain’t that a hoot n’ a half…”
Lady groaned, already
knowing what was to come. “Now look what you did!”
So some of you might remember how a comment a la “Dante sure wanted to be a cowboy as a kid, look at his newest weapon” by myself turned into @rex101111 and me writin half a story about Dante, his hat, one god-awful cowboy accent and mostly Lady suffering from it.
Well, that half-story is now a full story, and it took some… interesting turns 😉
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Rating: Teen and up Audiences / Gen
Summary: One hat, a joking comment and Dante being, well, Dante, that’s all it takes to turn one quiet afternoon at the Devil May Cry shop into a war. In the end, nobody can say they are really surprised by the situation itself… just by what they might discover because of it.
With one final swing, Dante
sent the last of the demons flying into a wall. Their forms quickly fell apart
at the seams and turned to dust, leaving behind only the impression on the
concrete. Dante reached out a hand, making a beckoning motion, before a red
streak flew from the broken wall and into his palm with a quite buzz.
"That thing is pretty
impressive.” Lady commented dryly as she yanked her bayonet from a pron
Frost, looking at Dante from the corner of her eye. “You know…for a
hat.”
Dante placed the hat on his
head with a quick flick of his finger and a light smirk. “I like it! It’s
got a load of style to it.”
Lady scoffed, “style
wouldn’t be the word I’d use but-”
“Yeah!” Nico
interrupted suddenly, peaking her head out from a pile of grey, twitching limbs
with a giddy smirk. “It kinda makes ya look like a cowboy!”
Dante freezes, and whips
his head to face the direction of Nico’s voice. “Really?”
“Yeah really! Straight
out of an Eastwood film, dude!”
Dante blinked his eyes
numbly for a few seconds, the idea slowly rolling around in his head, before
his face lit up like a blinking land mine and a manic smirk dominated his
features. “Well, ain’t that a hoot n’ a half…”
Lady groaned, already
knowing what was to come. “Now look what you did!”
why are moms so afraid of Doom turning their kids into devil-worshippers. like, Doom has a pretty strong anti-demon message to it
One of the devs of the original 1993 game is a mormon with that exact position.
That would be Sandy Petersen.
Nice
“You kill demons to save the World.”
“That’s devil worship.”
“Lady….you cut in half demons with a chainsaw. It’s not worshipping anything but the chainsaws frankly.”
Terry Pratchett’s view on Doom:
“Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil… prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon…”
Reblogging for Wolfenstein. I play Wolfenstein as escape from reality. At least in Wolfenstein I have allies that fight for me and I’m actually allowed to kill the nazis.
Rex's place 