31 Jan 2022 8:21 am
I Never Expected Ascendant Fascism to be So Very, Very Stupid, Chapter LXXXIV - Shower Cap Blog
excerpts:Look you guys, our Republican brothers and sisters just want to burn books, disenfranchise minorities, roll back women’s rights and LGBTQ rights, gun political opponents down in the streets, and make it illegal to bruise their fragile fee-fees by suggesting any of the above is fascist ****. Like, why do I even blog? “It’s like the HOLOCAUST,” they yowl, “You’re HOLOCAUSTING me!”
Nah, kids, we’re just pointing out that you’re wrong, because you are. Being told that you’re wrong has literally nothing in common with being sent to a death camp. In fact, going forward, y’all could use that as a test of sorts, before you compare your treatment to the Holocaust: “Am I in a death camp, or did someone just disagree with me?”
First they came for the sexy M&M’s, and I did not speak out, because I was not a skeevy weirdo who massages his genitals while gazing upon anthropomorphized candy. Then, they put Minnie Mouse in a pantsuit, and I locked my doors and boarded up my windows, because few words trigger a stronger Pavlovian rage response in America’s increasingly terrorism-curious right wing than “pantsuit.”
excerpts:Look you guys, our Republican brothers and sisters just want to burn books, disenfranchise minorities, roll back women’s rights and LGBTQ rights, gun political opponents down in the streets, and make it illegal to bruise their fragile fee-fees by suggesting any of the above is fascist ****. Like, why do I even blog? “It’s like the HOLOCAUST,” they yowl, “You’re HOLOCAUSTING me!”
Nah, kids, we’re just pointing out that you’re wrong, because you are. Being told that you’re wrong has literally nothing in common with being sent to a death camp. In fact, going forward, y’all could use that as a test of sorts, before you compare your treatment to the Holocaust: “Am I in a death camp, or did someone just disagree with me?”
First they came for the sexy M&M’s, and I did not speak out, because I was not a skeevy weirdo who massages his genitals while gazing upon anthropomorphized candy. Then, they put Minnie Mouse in a pantsuit, and I locked my doors and boarded up my windows, because few words trigger a stronger Pavlovian rage response in America’s increasingly terrorism-curious right wing than “pantsuit.”