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This is how we treat Nazis in the real America

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The New Jim Crow pt.1

These rallies and protests have gotten out of hand. First we lost their labor following the civil war; anti-slavery sentiment spread through our nation like a cancer. Eventually we had to free them, otherwise suffer an insurrection in which we would lose our hold of this great union. Then we lost exclusivity of rights and privilages that kept us in the majority. We knew women would vote eventually, but the blacks wanted more say; and just like before we're losing our grip. It was meant to be so easy. They would work under our heel while we expand and continue growth under our the guiding hand of the god-fearing, master race.

When WWII hit, we learned so much. We learned what we already knew. That we were the master race and that all others were tainted. These ideals propagated by Nazi Germany were exactly what we needed. Implementation would be hard due to the....inclusivity of our constitution. Day by day those incessant progressives rescind more and more of our ability to keep this nation white and pure.

We've lost so much ground, but gentlemen, I have a new plan for us to take our country back. Many of our nation still hold true to the values in which our honored ancestors of the Confederacy fought and died for. We can take what we've lost from those ignorant monkeys, kykes, spics, and chincs. It's very simple really. The values of the nation are changing in a manner in which we cannot openly dispute these rights in which they have STOLEN from the true masters of this land.

We cannot operate in the open anymore, the days of Bull Connor are over. The enemy has us outnumbered 6 to 1. These reprobates do have the ability to oust us easily. The solution is a shadow war. We have nearly the entirety of Congress and much of the house of representatives at our disposal. This way we can legally target their communities and keep many of the more...free spirited and desperate in jail. A desperate coon is more dangerous than their gorilla cousins.

We can easily keep their communities poor and uninfluential by manipulating tge flow of business. Many of our brothers in commerce already perceive them as dangerous so it won't be hard to convince them to keep businesses and jobs away from their chosen haunting grounds. We could easily encourage minimum wages of 15 to 20 dollars an hour, but we need the money flowing up-to us; our undertaking will take billions, if not trillions. And it is all to easy to adapt an unofficial policy to hire as few of them as possible. The money it takes for some uppity darkie to go waste on drugs, a strong beautiful white child can use to live his years comfortably if he needs to.

The biggest portion of our grand endeavor to once again purify this wounded country is education. We need our icons to stay as they are. Generations long past elevated these men and women for the sake of convenience. Christopher Columbus, Robert E. Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln; these men aided and attempted with all their might to hinder or maintain control of the coloreds of America. We need to keep their true stories hidden from the public and especially from our children. Gentlemen, do you have any idea just how powerful we can become if we teach millions that white men are the reason our country is so prosperous? Picture if you will; a generation of Americans that we have carefully manipulated from grade school, who are unable to research the truth because it conflicts with the sense of patriotism that WE give them. Even now as the world turns to digital mediums for storage and communication, men are but men. An unintelligent man is much more staunch in their moral and ethical positions. We can create the 'democratic' from mere misinformation. From that misinformation we have the tool needed to wrest this country back into our control. True education should only be available to those of us with more...dignified upbringings anyway.

I can see around the room that many are interested in my plans. As well you should be. Jim Crow was our way of maintaining our ideal country, it will not die under my watch. No. Follow me and I will not only see us evolve into the 21st century, but we will thrive. BELAY THAT!!! WE WILL SEE OUR PEOPLE NOT JUST CONTROL THIS COUNTRY AGAIN, WE SHALL RULE!

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Gamer Culture: beyond toxic ***rant***

I have been playing video games religiously since I was 2 years old playing my brother's NES. I've owned every console and handheld since, except the Sega CD and GameBoySP. I remember playing online for the first time with Phantasy Star Online on the Dreamcast, Socom 2 on PS2, Mech-assault and dozens of other titles on the xbox. I used to have suvh great fun playing games with friends and online. I reveled in any opportunity to make good friends online because back then we werent as connected of a society. But in recent years I've noticed that I play less and less; I've all but stopped playing online. It's not because I got married, have a kid on the way etc. No this change in my habit has been this way since 2013; long before I met my wife. I never noticed until Mass Effect: Andromeda came out. I was finally then able to put it into words. ME:A was a big dropoff from previous entries in the series, but my reasons for disliking it were innocent and professional. No, the realization came when I saw my fellow gamer's reaction to the title. I had no idea that being "too diverse" and having "too many females" would be legitimate reasons for hating a game. I even saw all the crap they were giving one of the lead developers on Twitter. I realized just how toxic the culture truly was. It goes beyond poorly supervised children blaring racial slurs and obscenities. It surpassed the creepy "are there any girls here" messages and callouts. The vast majority of gamers just so happened to be the very type of people that I had been trying to mentally escape from. It's ruined many titles for me, I'm a straight, black, atheist male raised in a very religious family and I could not wrap my head around such behavior until I flashed back to my early Army days.

I realized that gamers have very similar social lives. At my peak, I would play until 2-3 in the morning; all day and night on weekends. So I pulled up some profiles on steam and looked at play hours for a game I loved a lot, Dragons Dogma. Collectively over the course of year on PS4 and PC I must have put 3-400 hours into that game. I looked at others playtimes and saw similar numbers. I was glad to know that I wasnt alone in my lengthy hours. Even in the barracks, other Soldiers spent just as much time gaming as I did. Maybe I can speak from my own experience because it reflects theirs from a logistical standpoint.

I had the same bad attitude towards women and even shouted my fair share of expletives over a microphone. And I can trace that inner rage back to one thing; I was lonely. I had friends, went out drinking, sporadically got laid, but without a steady social life I found that I stayed angry and I let it all out on some stranger halfway across the globe. I even resented women to some degree for all the emotional pain I had endured from those breaks that I'd pursue a relationship. I can remember so many conversations where a whole GTAV room would join in on bashing females as a whole for being "attention seeking" , "sluts", "Gold diggers" etc. And no one ever stopped the locker room talk.

I felt like I was in Middle School again, hanging out at the nerd table while the pretty girls made fun of us or ignored us. It's why I made so many changes in my life. I didn't quit gaming, but learned to value the time of another person (a woman). I learned that if I just got out there and talked with people that I wouldn't feel so isolated.

I have many nerd friends, some I consider to be family. And I see so many recurring themes that it breaks my heart. A lot of gamers suffer from "friend zoning" and it makes them very bitter and depressed. I've been "friend zoned" so many times that it got to the point where I said 'no more'. Whenever a woman said "I think we should just be friends" I cut contact. It was a bit brusque of me, but I was on a journey of healing my battered heart; I didn't need another reminder of that repeating pattern. A woman reading this may be thinking "how is that my problem?" It isn't, you aren't obligated in any way to date someone just because he's/she's a hateful piece of crap. I'll never advocate something so sexist. I will however tell you this: my wife would have never dated me if her dog hadn't distracted her and accidentally swiped right. Instead of brushing me off or playing it down, she went on that first date with an open mind; genuinely curious to see what I was about. 1 year later, we've moved to a different country in a two story house, amazing dog, and a baby on the way. If you have expectations about anyone or anything, if you have this picture of your perfect guy/gal; you're setting yourself up for failure. Fly blind, you will have much more fun.

The second source of toxic gamers is undoubtedly a lack of exposure. You can read about other communities and cultures all day and still not know how to properly interact with them. To many gamers, their most intimate experience dealing with other races or religions is the chapelle's show. I can honestly say that the reason we hear so much slander over the microphone is because these people have either had their feelings hurt, or simply have this sense of superiority. They stereotype very quickly. I speak with great diction because my teachers and parents invested a lot of time cultivating my mind. You would never guess that I am of African descent. When I tell people online, they always get quiet; my guess would be because they were very close to saying something prejudicial. This goes back to traditional cliques. Groups of friends are rarely diverse in my experience. Out of our nerd group of 8, only 3 of us were black. And many get so used to us wearing that mask that makes us oblivious that we don't call attention to the "jokes" that get told. I'm here to tell you that every racially charged joke cut each of us very deeply. Here we have the one group of people I have something in common with and they're treating my skin color or racial stereotypes as though they weren't actively used to injure us. That is just as painful because we all have that fear of being alone and no one wants to lose friends because you value something differently.

My advice to anyone with a gamer/recluse friend is as follows. Don't let them get away with ignorant remarks; let them know that the things they say carry weight regardless of how they feel Bout them. Include them in activities; the bar is not a good means to socialize someone who cuts themselves off, invite them to a dinner party or to go bowling once a week. The guys that make the gaming community toxic aren't evil people, they just need someone to reach out and show them the world from a different set of eyes; they need a friend/lover/brother. If I can turn into a moderately functional human being, anyone can.

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My character intrinsically goes on tangents of logic and scientific musing periodically throughout my book. Being that he was raised solely by his father, an extremely talented and neurotic biologist; he tends to lose himself within his natural curiosity quite often. Sometimes it reveals more of his character, at others it serves to truly set him apart from the average. 

prompt 919

One of the reasons we do the things we do is that they remind us of certain people. For example, I make tuna salad because it reminds me of my mom. What are some things your character does that are like this? Can you deepen that character by adding some “tribute actions” and behaviors?

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After I nearly burnt down my house, my garage, and most of the trees in a five mile radius, I mostly stopped tying to light fires. I’m fortunate that no one saw me or what I was doing that day, these burns are bad enough; I got off lucky compared to those kids in the woods. The two that survived will probably need grafts for at least a decade. Those girls-I can’t imagine the suffering they endured. On some level, I can, given that my hand was completely engulfed in flames. To have your entire body scorched, flame and heat forcing its way down into your lungs Pushing out any trace of oxygen within them. 

I move quickly to the toilet, my imagination getting the better of my constitution. The thought of how those girls died, it’s too much for me right now. I drudge downstairs to get a drink. I need something to help me forget about this throbbing in my hand. Walking down the stairs, the smell of burnt wood and carpet is still thick in the den. The reality of my obsession hits hardest when I can actually see the damage. 

I reach into the half burnt liquor cabinet in the den, hoping that there’s something hard left. I find that old bottle of E&J that my brother left here on my birthday. Not my first choice, but I need something to calm my nerves. I open the bottle and turn in up until my entire chest is on fire. I can’t keep doing this, It’s gone too far. All I need to do is go to the kitchen, get my gun, and it’s done. I won’t harm anyone ever again. 

I walk to the kitchen in a hurry to grab my gun out the cabinet. As quick as I grab it out of the drawer, I hear them barge in. It’s no secret to the community about who started the fire, and it was only a matter of time until the families of those kids came knocking at my door. The police can’t prove I did it on purpose, but the families know. 

“It’s time you pay for what you’ve taken!” A voice yelled out, I couldn’t see clear enough to tell who it was. It didn't matter to begin with. 

“You’re too late, I’m going to pay my own way.” I barely squeak as I put the gun to my temple. “The fire left my heart, the day it stole those kids,” 

Writing Prompt #543: Write This Story

After I nearly burnt down my house, my garage, and most of the trees in a five mile radius, I mostly stopped trying to light fires.

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She loathed the loneliness, and because she loathed it she plunged even deeper into it.

Simone de Beauvoir, from the preface of “La bâtarde,” written by Violette Leduc (via violentwavesofemotion)

Ahhhhh life 🤗

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Valentine's Day

So the other night, my wife was watching a sitcom. It had just been on the Valentine's Day episode and it was entertaining enough to grab my attention. Kudos to he writer and producer of the show for some very down to earth humor. As the episode goes on, I make a joke.

"Baby, will you be my valentine," I said with a crackling voice, mimicking a teenager.

she responded cutely, "Sure thing baby."

Now here's what made the conversation interesting. I said, "whew, thank goodness. You do know that you're the only Valentine that I ever had right?"

She had the most shocked look on her face. It was a look as though she was saying 'You can't be real!' So I added on to break the surprised silence in the air

"What? Ever since they stopped forcing everyone to give everyone valentines day cards in the 5th grade, no one has ever agreed to be my valentine." I explained as thought this was normal. Not for a second did I realize that this was only normal to ME.

It made me reflect on how lonely things had gotten in my life before. from the 6th grade, up until I was married at the age of 27, had I ever celebrated the holiday. Even then last year we were in the midst of a rather nasty fight, barely able to enjoy the day.

I spent much of my life in some form of solitude, so much that it has never really bothered me that I hadn't many meaningful relationships in the past. But then the memory came flooding back faster than hurricane Floyd. I had tried to celebrate the holiday once with someone; in the 5th grade.

back in those days, the teacher made everyone hand out cards/candy to the whole class. Me, I made something special for a girl in the class. What was on or in the card, I can't remember; my memory is good, but not so good in times of distress. I remember handing out all the "normal" cards and then getting up out of my chair to deliver her special present. I don't remember the card or even the time of day, but I do remember that I was about to hand deliver a valentines day card to whom I believed to be the prettiest girl in the whole school. A young Latina girl we will call P; a name befitting her appearance, not so much these days though.

It was my lamentation, however, that whom I thought to be the prettiest was also the meanest child ever to set foot in Greensboro Elementary school. I'm not sure but according to historians on the matter her response was something along the lines of, "EEEEEEEEWWWWWW!" I'm fairly certain you can imagine that I was a tad hurt from the encounter, with not so much as an apology as we both grew older. To this day, my family still japes at my valentines day blunder.

The years went on and I simply didn't celebrate the holiday; At first, out of fear. As I grew older, fear turned into hatred and anger. Eventually that Anger turned into rationale; dismissing the holiday as just federal and church sponsored consumerism geared towards keeping women the more disadvantaged of the genders.

As I look back, the holiday had been nothing but a source of pain, depression, anger, and outright torment for my inner child. Some say it was that way because instead of comforting me, my family made fun of me; laughing their consolation of me, hoping I would see the humor. I say it has been that way because I was teaching myself to be alone so-as to avoid any great disappointments.

The experience and its affect on the direction of my life has made me the man I am today and taught me a vital lesson that many don't learn until they reach my age and beyond. It taught me to guard myself a bit more and to keep my intentions unknown until I'm sure there will be some type of progression or reward. You can't just jump to success with anything, especially women. Things take some prep-work for you to savor the fruits of success. Anything worth having, is worth planning meticulously for.

In case you're wondering P did not age gracefully or well. Intel reports that there was a rough patch filled with drugs, alcohol, and a shotgun wedding. She's doing much better now though and the kids are downright adorable a only have half of her attitude.