#nazisympathizers

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If you defend a person’s right to be a nazi....

Please block my journal and go away. I really want nothing to do with this. Nothing about their free speech. Nothing about their right to be a nazi. If you believe they have a right to exist, please, stay the fuck away.

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NY Times: Nazi Sympathizers

While I strive to separate my art from the political world, there are some things that must be addressed across all platforms, and quite frankly, I don't have any interest in sharing or selling my art with Nazis/White Nationalists or those who sympathize with them.

If you missed it, the #nytimes did a bit of a fluff piece on a Nazi who lives in Ohio. You can read that here... https://t.co/rWYBk1fAVT?amp=1

In response, or rather, more as a cathartic act, I wrote the following...

It was a cool autumn day in the quiet town of Reichsville, Sam was out shopping for a new swastika armband, as he had lost his in the battle with the antifa while trying to defend a statue of the great white hope. The Antifa had ruined his day before, and surely would again.

After purchasing his armband, Sam headed down to meet with Chris and Tim, members of his local white nationalist chapter. It was the weekend, and on weekends they rake up all the brown leaves to either burn or dump outside of their quaint little town. All three gentlemen would melt any grandmother's heart.

After the chores were done they attend a community meeting where they discuss how best to safely keep anyone of not pure white blood from infiltrating their town, and how best they could stop antifa from ever ruining one of their gatherings again.

Famished from the days work, they break for lunch. A simple meal for simple men. White bread, bologna, and grand old American cheese. They continue to discuss what to do about the antifa menace as they eat and sip on their Cokes in the waning afternoon light.

A quick drive around the outskirts of their town, they check that all the "whites only" signs are posted and not defaced, replacing any that a vandal terrorist may have destroyed. Then they all return home, Sam to his 3 bedroom ranch, adorably decorated by his wife Bernice where she stands waiting on the porch with his two well groomed and polite children, Sally and Sammy Jr. Dinner is ready, a roasted chicken with corn-on-the-cob, and mashed potatoes. The lights go out for bed, but Sam still worries what to do about the antifa.