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I’VE LITERALLY NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU PEOPLE
Personal Response to the Hitler/Nazi Blogs
I cannot come back as the outspoken person I am without addressing this. Anyone who followed me before shouldn’t be surprised.
I know there are more than them, but this goes to @fuhrerisms, since they are the one who have personally crossed a line with me. I messaged them off-anon thinking that hey - sometimes people make jokes that are too far and you have to give them a chance to realize it’s inappropriate. I was really hoping for a mature conversation, maybe they’d understand. Unfortunately, all they did was respond in the most disgusting way I can imagine. If you’ve not seen it, my message and their response is here.
You know what? Yes. I am the descendant of Holocaust survivors. The regime belonging to the vile, evil man you call your “muse” like it’s a joke killed only 23 of the 26 of my ancestors sent to die in Sobibor, Auschwitz-Birkenau, and Bergen-Belsen, two death camps and a concentration camp respectively. They were all wrenched from their homes in the Netherlands in the fall of 1944 and most of them systematically murdered by the Nazi Camp System. This was never discussed in my family, I only recently had enough info pulled out of my grandmother to dig up their records at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum database. And let me tell you, learning that about yourself, about your family, it changes your whole perspective on life. So yeah, my identity is rooted in the knowledge that my blood is that of people who died under Nazi Germany’s inhuman reign of terror.
But this whole thing? This isn’t even about me. This is about being a citizen of the world that opposes corrupt systems, that doesn’t allow Genocide and Mass Atrocity to be forgotten. You stated in your tags, alongside the most adorable smiley face, that it was “70 years ago.” And I have to wonder what at all that means to you? Yes, the Holocaust was 70 years ago. But Genocide continues today. The Cambodian Genocide of the 1970s, forcing people to work themselves to death in “Killing Fields,” lining people up and shooting them into ditches. The Rwandan Genocide of 1994 in which the majority Hutu went on a wild killing spree, violently murdering the Tutsis with mass ordered machetes. The Bosnian Genocide of 1994-1997 in which the Bosnian Serbs attempted to “cleanse” Bosnia of its Muslims and Croats by picking families off in the streets with sniper fire, kidnapping and raping children, forcing women into sex slavery, and blowing up hospitals, nursing homes, villages. The Sudanese Genocide that continued into 2008 and is beginning again in which Janjaweed militia are mass murdering Darfuri people by mass bombings, rape and kidnapping of women and children, and burning down entire villages. Genocide is not over. And we allow it to happen again, allow leaders to believe they can get away with it by ignoring the past and making light of Genocides that have happened before. Hitler himself referenced his ability to commit the Holocaust by saying, “Who, after all, remembers the destruction of the Armenians,” referencing the Armenian Genocide in Turkey during World War One and the fact that it was denied afterwards.
I am not going to sit here and tell you how six million people were killed in the Holocaust. I will tell you that you could easily see yourself, your friend, your sister, your father, being forced into a cattle car with hundreds of others for days on end, being forced to work hard labor 16 hours a day on only one bowl of soup, being lined up in front of a ditch and shot while holding their child, being injected with acids and forced to sit in ice baths for hours and operated on while awake, being loaded into a chamber and murdered by inhaling poison gas that burned their lungs and suffocated them slowly to death, where people clawed each other’s skin and the steel walls trying to escape. I have studied Genocide in depth for years, and the influences of human nature that allow it happen again and again. Genocide isn’t funny. We have a responsibility as humans to try to understand the horror and inhumanity, to feel that empathy, to understand that by belittling such things we allow them to continue.
I don’t know if any of this will mean anything at all to you, but I can’t keep myself from saying it. I urge anyone who thinks the trend of Nazi blogs is no big deal to please unfollow me now, and anyone who agrees with me to share this post. I understand it’s graphic and abhorrent, but it should be. I am the first to admit I enjoy off-color humor every now and then, but there is nothing funny about about the systematic and brutal destruction of human life. If anyone needs more stories, more convincing that this shouldn’t be a joke, I have about 4 inches worth of testimony from survivors in a binder upstairs, feel free to IM me. Take that from me as a member of the human family, not simply a descendant of a survivor. We all have a hand in preventing atrocity from continuing in our world.
regional differences
“oh hey,” she said, “it’s a really touristy area, but since you’re gonna be passing through anyway, you might as well stop by pier 29, see the dragons. also, there’s a—”
“hold on,” i said. “i knew your city had mountains, but. dragons? uh, actual living dragons?”
“dude, it’s not a big deal. they’re there all the time. of course they’re majestic and everything, but they’re loud and cranky and mostly they lie around eating garbage. now and then the city council will talk about trying to make them roost somewhere else, but—”
“dragons,” i repeated. i knew it was making me sound like a rube, but it was a lot to take in. “you live in a city that has dragons.”
“no, it’s cool, we used to go see them when i was a little kid. it’s worth doing. but that whole area is mostly dragon-themed gift shops, and the commercialization is kind of a bummer. also, sometimes a dragon will melt somebody’s car and it’s a whole problem.”
“fairytale-style, giant scaly fire-breathing dragons.”
“honestly, i forget other cities don’t have them?” she said. “there’s a few other sites on the west coast where they gather. portland calls them wyverns, but that’s a portland thing.”
“chicago’s got, like, bunnies and songbirds,” i told her, “but otherwise it’s just your typical vermin. pigeons, rats, sphinxes—”
“sphinxes? what the hell.”
“oh, yeah, they nest in the el tunnels. sometimes a fucking sphinx will flap down out of nowhere, bring the whole train to a halt until the front car answers a riddle.”
“that sounds exciting,” she said.
“it’s the worst. your train winds up being twenty minutes late, and you just have to hang out hoping somebody up there read their mythology. there’s supposed to be a program where the conductors get trained in riddling, but i don’t know. rahm emmanuel keeps saying it’s not a budget priority.”
“huh,” she said. “guess the grass is always greener and all that. but on some level, it’s nice to remember that even with all these big box stores, the country still has some variety left in it.”
“yeah, did you know that in rhode island they call water fountains ‘bubblers’?” i said.
“whoa, seriously?”
“i read it somewhere. crazy, right?”
“crazy.”
i am here for urbanized mythological creatures
Switzerland has a lot of dragons, but dragons have long since moved on from collecting gold. There’s a purply-scaley one that roosts behind the Mad Mex that refuses to stop hoarding signposts. The city uses banners for the main roads and sells a lot of maps.
Golems love cities–with their stone buildings and sidewalks. There are strict laws about what one is allowed to say to them, because golems tend to be rather literal and very obedient. There’s always one kid who thinks he knows better. He doesn’t.
OH MY GOD THE CHICAGO SPHINXES, DON’T GET ME STARTED. Here’s the thing. When you buy your Ventra card at the machine - which is another one of Rahm’s scams, leasing that out to a private company, wtf was he thinking - it’s supposed to have the answer to the riddle on it, right? The sphinx is supposed to scan the bar code and let the train through.
that never fucking happens. Especially on the Blue Line which is down for maintenance all the time and constantly switching tracks and running shuttles, which means half the time you’ve got a sphinx that came over from the fucking Orange Line or some shit and is full of riddles that only the Irish mooks from Bridgeport understand. Or it’s in Polish only. Or it’s got a glitch that makes it stutter and if you interrupt it, it’ll get snippy and bite your head off. LITERALLY. They hush it up but it happens. Businesses lose millions from sphinx-related tardiness every year.
And then there’s a case back in ‘96 when it was proven after the fact that the “wrong” answer the Red Line Sphinx got was actually A PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE REGIONAL VARIATION but by then, the Sphinx had already eaten half a car full of drunken Cubs fans. I know, not much of value was lost there, BUT STILL.
You think SPHINXES are bad? Detroit has imps, thousands of them, and you know what they love? Buses. You know the major form of public transit in Detroit is? BUSES. So the drivers have to literally shoo away imps at every fucking stop, making them 30 minutes late, an HOUR late, and it’s not like there’s anything you can DO, because they’re all leftover from when the car companies were big, and ALL OF THOSE FUCKERS CLOSED.
So of course there were hundreds of orphaned imps, and they kept SAYING they were going to reopen the factories, or at least get some good junkyards, but nooooooooo, they never did, so the imps just bred and bred, and now they’re all over every bus and it’s not like you can ever count on getting anywhere on time and long story short, I’d take a sphinx over imps ANY day.
yeah as someone who did high school and college in michigan and now lives in chicago, i have to say that as far as the age-old sphinxes vs imps debate goes, they’re both terrible in different ways. the imps are way more common and they probably have a wider total reach, and oh my god nothing like trying to board a bus already covered in those little suckers when said bus is already forty minutes late—
(sidenote: ugh people from bloomfield hills saying stuff like “well if i lived in detroit, i’d have the sense to carry around a nice heavy club or walking stick—” yeah dude good luck with your walking stick against two dozen imps)
but the sphinxes. let’s not, uh, sugar coat this: the sphinxes don’t just slow commuters, they kill people. and yes, if you know the riddle, you’re fine. but what if someone else offers their answer first? what if you get some overly cocky freshman philosophy major who takes it upon himself to answer for the whole car?
i think in the back of our minds, all chicagoans know that rahm emmanuel’s administration isn’t gonna lift a finger until one of the sphinxes goes after a wealthy tourist and it makes national news. and even then, we’ll get, like, flashy riddle-solving software installed in all the red line trains, and maybe the brown line, but no way is it gonna cover the whole infrastructure.
basically if you ever need to take the green line or the pink line, you wanna start studying your classical mythology and folklore fucking yesterday.
@copperbadge do puns work on Sphinxes as well as riddles?
You bet your sphinxter they do.
(Sphinxes hate that one but they’re obliged to honor it.)
Everyone complains about Boston’s insanely confusing street layout and nightmarish traffic. No one dares speak the name of the Good Folk responsible.
Bostonians have been trying to get you idiots to take the hint for the longest time. Seriously, what did you think the purpose of the Big Dig was? There was no purpose. The Gentry don’t need purpose, you fools. All is for Their amusement.
The old legend about how Boston’s streets were just tracing the paths of where cows wandered? You should pay closer attention to legend. Cows know the Fair Folk better than you; they know instinctively where the ley lines are. Never stray from their path. You really don’t want Them to take a shine to you.
And the song of Charlie on the MBTA, forced to ride a never-ending train for all of eternity because he had no extra coin to pay his fare? That was a warning, in code, for those of you who carry no iron in your pockets. Charlie is far, far away, and yet so close, seven years out of time. Never go down into the T tunnels without iron on you. The tracks are not iron enough; they will not save you.
The Fair Folk have been here for a long, long time. Fear of them is in our bones, in our blood, in the way we speak. We are so used to calling the wicked good that we call the good “wicked”.
And is it any wonder we’re really, really shitty drivers?
Jade eyes flickered over the area, the pale woman’s face fixed in an annoyed scowl. Sam had arranged for her to meet a friend of hers and Aunt Stephanie’s, but the friend was late. Abbi had better things to do than to wait on someone who didn’t want to show.
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“Hey anon! We got boobs!… Woo!”
“You’re welcome, Wade.” Candi chuckled.
Kids be so damn cute and innocent like how
Awwww
This story was different actually??? And even better??? The girl, Brooklyn Andracke, used to wave at the truck every thursday and the trashman waved her back. It was a very important to her to do it every week. It was HER birthday, and she decided that she wanted to share her birthday cake with the trashman. She also wanted to meet her hero, whose name is Delvar Dopson.
The girl’s mother thanked Delvar for his work and explained to him how important it is for Brooklyn to wave at him every thursday. He was pretty surprised but he admitted that every time he drove near the house he hoped that the girl would wave at him. That’s not the end of the story though. Next week Delvar had a surprise for the little girl.
He brought her a bunch of amazing birthday gifts!
They both got quite popular, and Delvar is getting a lot of thank you messages from trashmen from all over the world for representing them in such a good way.
The real story is even cuter 😩💕
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IM SO GLAD I KNOW THE STORY
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“It is a pleasure to see you again, my friend.”
Sam grinned at the kiss and inclined her head. “Its good to see you again, Thor. What brings you here?”
“I am surprised you need to ask. Did you not presume word would reach the other Realms?”
"Word of what? I've been rather secluded lately." She smiled up at the tall blonde male.
(from Sam) [Text] - Hey gal, wanna do lunch?
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[TXT–Birdie] You buying?
[Text] - of course! [Text] - I could never let a lady pay
[TXT–Birdie] Oh, well, on your own head be it. [TXT–Birdie] You know I eat as much as Steph does.
[Text] - trust me babe [Text]- I'm very well aware of how much Blondie eats.
(from Sam) [Text] - Hey gal, wanna do lunch?
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“It is a pleasure to see you again, my friend.”
Sam grinned at the kiss and inclined her head. "Its good to see you again, Thor. What brings you here?"
name one of the worst movies you’ve ever seen
i’ll start with colombiana
xxx: state of the union
Ultraviolet.
Dark Water
Dragon Ball Evolution
Vampire Girl vs Frankenstein Girl
Only god forgives
X-Men: The Last Stand
Blues Brothers 2000
Gerry
Spider-Man 3
In Enemy Hands
Movie 43
Ghost Rider
The Last Airbender
Inspector Gadget
BEVERLY FUCKING HILLS CHIHUAHUA
An American Haunting
Patch Adams
Silent Hill Revelation
Eragon
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John’s eyes widened and he swallowed, but nodded and took the appropriate turn. He pressed a button on the dash, calling his sister, as agreed upon.
“Hello?” Anya’s voice was slightly distracted and the sounds of eating could be heard through the phone. A granola bar probably, from the crunching noise.
“Hey sis, Lexy and I are on our way to the hospital, can you meet us there.”
“Mhm, already here. Just need to talk to my super about working maternity for the afternoon and night into tomorrow maybe.” She swallowed. “How far along is she?”
“I’ve been fairly uncomfortable since yesterday, but nothing that said ‘go to the hospital’ until about five seconds ago,” Alexa answers for John, not looking at the redhead. She knew he’d be displeased she’d not said anything, but Lex has heard way too many horror stories from her mommy to be and new mommy groups to be anything less than sure she was going to have the baby right then and there.
“A little bit of back pain that turned into rigid stomach and pain flair, just the once, I’m hoping we’ll be at the hospital before my water goes, or the next one hits.”
John gritted his teeth, feeling annoyance flare at his fiancee, but bit his tongue until they got to the hospital. He picked up his speed, maneuvering the car through traffic until they got to the hospital.
Anya, bless her heart, went beyond and met them with a wheelchair, shooting Alexa a no nonsense glare and ordered her into it. “This is for your benefit and is policy, no arguments.” Her voice was low and full of authority. “I’m only able to help you because of John, so don’t fight me.”
John laid a hand on Alexa’s shoulder, squeezing. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, voice just as quiet. “We would’ve called Anya and had her come to the house and look at you.”