#( presidential alert: the boys are fighting again. )

[gazelessmenagerie]

iobartach Casuallyyyy reaches over and grabs Flo. "Shouldn't have done that."

As if on instinct, the other three immediately doubled over on themselves, claws splayed wide like a coven of ospreys as their mechanical lenses locked in on the creature holding one of their own in a taloned grasp. Titanium joints gave no leeway for pause, no jurasdiction for secondary judgement than to lunge forth with the crushing grip of the lower appendages attempting to latch their jaws on any body part they could while the sharpened beak of the other twin often accompanying Flo pecked and tore relentlessly at the culprit.

" You shouldn't have Done That. "

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

Day 15 (wow!) of reading homestuck

Poor Mituna :(

Oh wow poor Meulin jeez

I DONT WANNA BE JAAAAAACK

"A couple routine murders" A couple? A couple, you say?

Nothing 👏 stops 👏 the 👏 mail 👏

YEAH JOHN

Hello PM, ma'am

"weird moody horse shit"

Hi Tavros!

Aww damn, Tavros and Vriska ended up getting together? For real? I could see kismeswhatever but matesprites? How fuckin long did that take

Oh my God he wants to propose that's actually so cute, just wait until he realizes he doesn't get the tax benefits

Presidential alert: The boys are fighting! Release the clowns!

I can't believe Mr Big Bad Lord English is the same guy who put hats on his chess pieces to pull a super epic switcheroo maneuver

Oh boy game time again

Who the hell is this lady :0

Rufioh!!

Oh not a lady, still pretty tho

KANKRI SHOO

Oh Horuss, that chat prefix is certainly... a choice...

T*tillating

Oh Damara seems intimidating

Woah why's she speaking Japanese

Okay people have asked me before if I have any ships, I think I could get behind rose and kanaya in the heart quadrant thingy if their relationship is explored more :)

Somebody give Dave some apple juice already he's been going through withdrawal for 2 years

Gosh not more Dave raps I can't handle it they're just too lame

Ah, by beverages Rose meant alcohol

DATE DATE DATE DATE

GANZEE FUCK O F F IT IS DATE NIGHT

Oh boy <3< terezi and gamzee is certainly not one I was expecting

I used to wonder why homestuck fans were so rabid/eager about shipping but it plays just, such a big part of the story that it's surprising

Kanaya stop giving drunk Rose credit for this flirting just because you're head over heels

DRUNK HAPPEN xROSE COMBOBOB

Why is the next animation taking so long to load this is ominous

FUKC YOY

Oh my gosh there's so many people

OH GOSH THERES MORE

Oh my fucking God

How

Bruh

CALLIE OHPEEE

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

part one (preshow/induction-act three):

-we all love to do a silly little dance

-everyone give it up for pumpkin pants

-we also love a little pre show talk

-“and now i have to go! goodnight!” lolol

-also we love baroque songs

-somebody’s a complainer

-give it up for stage managers!!!

-“my big gay shakespearean wedding” LMAOOOOOOOOOO

-i know this isn’t the actual induction but LOLOLOL

-“i’m a BLOGGER!”

-isn’t this more or less how michael bogdanov did the opening of his taming of the shrew?

-USHER SLAP

-NOW we’re in the induction (following along with a script and they changed “beggar” to “asshole” lmao)

-katherine (or rather the actor playing her) is in charge of the prank!

-christopher sly said yolo

-and off we go!

-this guy wants to join the crew of love’s labor’s (and we know how well that went)

-and this other guy is making the same argument as berowne

-katherine: IIIIIIIIIII HAAAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEEN (i had to)

-also i love katherine, as i was expecting to

-bianca: katherine fuck off you’re ruining my life

-are you SURE you’re liberal to your own children

-stop leaving katherine out of everything

-i’m not gonna be able to tell these guys apart am i

-lucentio: tenor boy

-yaaaaaaaaaaaay for disguises and identity swaps

-just guys bein dudes

-oh biondello

-FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

-definitely not confusing to have two old men named grumio and gremio

-grumio pls punch him in the face

-I COME TO WIVE IT WEALTHILY IN PADUAAAAAA

-hortensio: i’m gonna do a pro gamer move

me: you’re condemning a woman you barely know to a shitty husband

-“Hortensio, peace. Thou know’st not gold’s effect.” dude shut the fuck up

-“o this woodcock what an ass it is!” lolol

-grumio has his priorities in order: he just wants a good dinner

-presidential alert: the boys are fightingggggg

-okay but why tho @ katherine

-RIGHT into the wall

-bianca got her back. NICE WORK BIANCA!

-baptista: i love all my children equally!

baptista, earlier that day: i don’t care for katherine

-baptista: i wish i wasn’t a girl dad

-“have you not a daughter called katherina, fair and virtuous?” “…i have a daughter called katherina” LMAOOOOOOOO

-okay now y’all are just making fun of her

-that moment when you get two of the same gift at a birthday party

-the STRUMMING

-shakespeare, a few years later: …pisa and vienna are the same place, right? and this dude’s dad was a duke i guess?

-shuuuuuuuuuuut uuuuuuuuuuuuup

-oop

-that’s called ✨gaslighting✨

-negative rizz

-GET HIS ASS

-the audience gasping at petruchio’s awfulness

-shakespeare was great at writing scenes where men and women fight

-yeah of course she can’t you literally have a hand over her mouth

-once again: FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

-TELL HIM OFF!

-yeah it’s incredible to believe bc it’s NOT FUCKING TRUE

-KISS ME KATE

-RIGHT IN THE FACE

-gremio, with popcorn: was ever woman in this humor wooed? was ever woman in this humor won?

-we love people treating their kids like goods! /s

-italian jam sesh!

-bianca has Opinions on educational philosophy and teaching methods

-possibly the least subtle flirting ever

-hortensio considers smashing the lute over lucentio’s head

-this is even worse flirting

-poor katherine

-also her outfit is pretty

-“okayyyyyy i guess she actually has a point” YEAH SHE FUCKIN DOES

-free biondello

-PETRUCHIO

-I’M SORRY THE CODPIECE

-priest: i haven’t even done the wedding ceremony yet and i am already so done

-dude fuck off

-petruchio is the woooooooooorst

-free my girl katherine

-“I see a woman may be made a fool If she had not a spirit to resist.” such is the world…

-FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

yeah, “fuck off petruchio” is a good way to sum it up

i’ve seen the cinematic masterpiece that is 10 things i hate about you. i’ve seen parts of kiss me, kate. but i’ve been avoiding the taming of the shrew for lord knows how long, including for the four months since i got asked to watch it.

i guess that ends today.

[the-sooty-way]

How Mcyt's would react to their loved ones getting hurt

WARNINGS: Injuries, violence, harsh language, smp spoilers.

Disclaimer: I know these guys are great and wouldn't ever harm someone like that, but for the plot roll with it ❤❤

Dream:

 Dream would go off the rails. 

 He would not stop hunting down the man that hurt you as long as they lived.

Well that is what HE wanted to do.

However

If you asked him not to, or to stay by your side, he would stay there, as long as you needed him.

He would do everything in his power to make sure you were okay.

This man would literally get you everything you needed just to make sure you were okay.

You tried to tell him it was just an arrow wound but he was not having it.

It was a minor injury when you both were swept up in the fall of L'Manberg. 

He refused to let you out of bed until you were able to get up and around 

BUT 

He would still ruin someone's life

You saw what he did to Tommy when he burned George’s house.

Imagine what he’d do to punish the person who laid a hand on you.

“Never again will they lay a hand on you Y/n…. never.”

Sapnap:

Oh boy this man is practically sponsored by arson 24/7

The moment he catches wind that Tommy hurt you? 

They better run.

Far.

But he uses that fear alone.

The fear of the unknown

The fear that Sapnap would and could easily burn down everything Tommy loved.

He won’t chase him down, he won’t do anything actually, only because he knows you would stress out worrying about him.

Also because Tommy was a child and it was an accident 

That is the last thing he wanted you to think of though. 

You had been pushed off one of the taller buildings in L’manberg, luckily escaping with just a bad broken leg and a few broken ribs. 

Sapnap would lay by your side holding you gently as not to aggravate any of your injuries.

He would not sleep until you are fully recovered.

He felt guilt.

He should’ve been with you 

“that child is not gonna get away with hurting you.. y/n. I promise you… he will pay.."

Eret:

Eret would not leave your side.

 He would not attend any of his king duties.

 He would be 100% devoted to you and your recovery.

He wouldn't get how someone could harm a single hair on your head, but here you were. Laid up in bed after George tried to drown you in the canals of L'Manberg. 

No doubt mad about being dethroned.

Wanting to take his anger out on Dream and Eret by using you.

You had told Eret, "oh don't worry! It's just some fun fishing, I'll be okay.!" 

But you weren't.

You were cold and wet and blue and even though Eret enjoyed the color blue, he enjoyed it more when you weren't it. 

He waited for days.

Hours.

Minutes.

Not leaving your side unless he 100% had too, was forced, or had his most trusted friend Nihachu there by your side  watching you when he couldn't.

The moment your eyes opened he felt his heart jump and his eyes finally regained the shine they lost when he almost lost you.

"Oh! My fair, lovely y/n..I almost lost you...I don't know what I would've done had I lost you." 

Tommy:

He would be so distraught.

He acts like he doesn't care.

But he'd stay just to hold onto his close friend.

The only person closer to him than Tubbo.

You had basically become a sibling to this boy.

You were there for everything.

Even the moment Dream was forcing Tubbo to exile Tommy.

But you stood there. 

In-between Tommy and Dream.

Your sword drawn and ready.

"You can't do this Dream! You think you can dictate us off of fear because you lost your friends?? Well guess what. You can't." 

This didn't end well.

Dream was angry.

Very angry.

To the point you were stabbed and shoved off of the wall.

Dream didn't mean to go that far.

He swears blacked out in purge anger.

Tommy in shock follows down after you.

He would pick you up and glare at Dream and Tubbo.

"Fuck the discs if she dies…..I WILL be the bad guy."

Fundy:

Oh no.

Oh hell no.

Moments after the collapse of L'Manberg,  he watched his dad get Stabbed.

Minutes after, he was frantically fighting off two withers, and then picking up the pieces of his home.

Hours after he was alerted you were with Nihachu, being tended to.

You had been in the dead center of the blast.

Speaking with Quackity before getting thrown up into the air.

You landed in the water, but the moment you stepped out, the debris of the Presidential podium collapsed on top of you.

Your saving grace was Quackity. 

He made quick work of digging you out and dragging you somewhere safe before going to not only fight but send someone away to help you.

He felt like his world just stopped the minute he got the news.

Only to go into hyperdrive as he pushed his exhausted legs to race to your side.

When he saw your state he almost fainted.

Dropping to his knees he shuffled towards you grabbing your hand.

He looked up at you with tears in his eyes,he was internally begging you to stay. 

"I can't lose you too…"

[freddyfreebat]

We Are Who We Are Is Coming-of-Age Poetry

review by Jen Chaney for Vulture  —  🚨 mild spoiler alert 🚨

It is impossible to watch We Are Who We Are, the new HBO series from filmmaker Luca Guadagnino, without being reminded from time to time of Guadagnino’s film Call Me by Your Name. Like that movie, We Are Who We Are is a coming-of-age story set in Italy. Like Call Me by Your Name, the cable drama focuses on characters exploring their sexual identities. While We Are Who We Are does not contain any scenes that center on peaches, it does include a moment in which two women thrust their hands into a freshly baked apple pie. Armie Hammer does not dance to a Psychedelic Furs song in this series, but Caitlin (Jordan Kristine Seamón), one of the show’s teen protagonists, does sway sensually to a cover of Laura Branigan’s “Self-Control.”

Despite these common denominators, We Are Who We Are establishes itself as a different animal, in large part because of its medium. Guadagnino, who created, co-wrote, and directed the series, has eight episodes across which he can drape his narrative, and he embraces the notion of taking his time. We Are Who We Are, debuting Monday night, is a series that you want to keep watching not out of curiosity to find out what happens next, but because of the environment in which it unfolds. Guadagnino places his camera in the spaces shared by Army brats living on a military base in Chioggia, Italy, and just lets these kids be. Watching it is akin to being a fly on the wall in a hyperspecific setting, assuming you are a fly who happens to be a gifted cinematographer.

We Are Who We Are is gorgeously photographed and obsessive in its attention to detail. Guadagnino is drawn to the messes people make and don’t bother to clean up, both literally and emotionally. In the fourth episode, which focuses on a celebration that stretches from day to deep into the night, Guadagnino pauses on empty beer bottles, remnants of cooked spaghetti, and PlayStation controllers tossed aside and still faintly aglow to capture the mood of a party that’s gone on a little too long. The relationships, particularly between parents and children, ebb and flow in a similar fashion; at times they are vital, but they can quickly turn into something fatiguing.

The series opens as Fraser (Jack Dylan Grazer of IT and Shazam!), and his two mothers, Sarah (Chloë Sevigny) and Maggie (Alice Braga), arrive in Italy, where Sarah is set to serve as the new commander on the aforementioned Army base. Fraser is immediately agitated because a piece of his luggage is missing, but it becomes clear pretty quickly that intensity is his default setting. With his bleached-blond mop of curls and baggy leopard-print pants, Fraser would stand out in a crowd no matter what. But Grazer infuses the boy with a constant itchiness that makes it impossible to take your eyes off of him.

His relationship with Sarah, his birth mother, is dysfunctional and fraught; at times he has an infantile desire to seek comfort from her, and at others, his resentment borders on violent. Sarah may be a military leader, but as a mom she is needy and extremely permissive. When Fraser has a meltdown over a meal he made that didn’t turn out well, Sarah calmly and without hesitation pours him a glass of wine. 

One wouldn’t expect a woman whose workday is peppered with formalities and protocol to be so liberal in her parenting, and that’s part of the point. In every piece of character study in We Are Who We Are, there are elements of surprise, contradiction, and a refusal to come to strict conclusions. Is Fraser gay, straight, bi? In the first four episodes provided to critics, it’s not clear, in part because it isn’t necessarily clear to Fraser yet.

The show hints that Caitlin, Fraser’s next-door neighbor with whom he forges a friendship, may be trans but, again, leaves that up to interpretation. Just when you think you are starting to have a sense of who she is, she and her father (Kid Cudi), more of a classic military man, privately celebrate the arrival of a pair of matching MAGA caps. (The series takes place as the 2016 presidential election is unfolding, though, at least in the episodes I saw, it is not an overtly political series.) Like Fraser’s relationship with Sarah, what first seems like a laudable bond between parent and child starts to show tinges of something poisonous.

The tension between freedom and restrictiveness seeps into just about every frame of We Are Who We Are, as the teens in Fraser and Caitlin’s social circle roam the base while soldiers in the background engage in military drills. It also informs Guadagnino’s aesthetic. For all his specificity as a filmmaker, there are times when he can luxuriate in a moment a bit too excessively. In the beginning of episode four, a paintball game devolves into a paint-and-water-splattering fight that unfolds in slow motion for close to two and a half minutes. Some viewers might get impatient with that meandering, leisurely approach, while other may find themselves swept up in the moment, transported by the series’ sense of place and mood.

When Fraser sees Caitlin for the first time, he spies on her in class as she’s reciting a poem by Walt Whitman, then snaps a photo of her on his phone, a moment that aptly summarizes what We Are Who We Are is. It’s not a traditional television show. It’s poetry. It’s a photograph of a moment in time. Every episode is an invitation to just sit within those verses and pictures and appreciate them, without judgment.

[theyearofourlord3000]

check please characters as the titles of old onion videos i just keep watching

bitty: ‘gays too precious to risk in combat’, ‘are tests biased against students who don’t give a shit?’, ‘breaking news: woman crying on train platform’, ‘hostages trapped inside walmart insisting they never shop at walmart’, ‘company immediately calls job applicant upon seeing ‘b.a. in communications’ on resume’, ‘area man unsure if he’s male-bonding or being bullied’

jack: ‘nhl star called up to big leagues to play for the nfl’, ‘facebook, twitter revolutionizing how parents stalk their college-aged kids’, ‘social security scam robs elderly by convincing them they are dead’, ‘man with nice eyes blown’, ‘personal trainer making area man put on humiliating little show for entire gym’, ‘excited man only two therapy sessions away from resolving issues’

shitty: ‘too much sex and profanity in the hbo presidential debate?’, ‘man who crossed us in balloon only talks about horse abuse’, ‘incredibly sexy firefighter tragically dies in steamy blaze’, ‘perfectly good tire just sitting there behind the kroger’, ‘every potential 2040 president already unelectable due to facebook’

ransom: ‘are our children learning enough about whales?’, ‘sudden ominous music heard across u.s., nation panicking’, ‘thousands of girls match description of missing sorority sister’, ‘businessman does his work lying on bed like schoolgirl’, ‘malicious focus group convinces marketers cinnamon mountain dew is the next big thing’

holster: ‘study finds youths don’t follow office politics’, ‘bad boy fencing star implicated in yet another jewel heist’, ‘in freak accident, 34 katherine heigl films released at once’, ‘internet scam alert: most “kickstarter” projects just useless crap’

lardo: ‘first female dictator hailed as step forward for women’, ‘social security reform bill encourages americans to live faster, die younger’, ‘google shuts down gmail for two hours to show its immense power’, ‘new ad urges hipsters to go to applebee’s ironically’

dex: ‘aunts, stepdads fight for hot gift: the electric tea kettle’, ‘survivors of gas station explosion mourn tragic loss of gas’, ‘congress forgets how to pass a law’, ‘incomprehensible shouting named official u.s. language’, ‘pope supports gay marriage after meeting charming connecticut couple’

nursey: ‘attractive girls union refuses to talk with mike greenman’, ‘how to wax your floors without slipping, severing your spine’, ‘soccer officially announces it is gay’, ‘justin timberlake wins golden globe for funniest goofball at his table’, ‘man says ‘fuck it’, eats lunch at 10:58 a.m.’

chowder: ‘fda approves depressant drug for the annoyingly cheerful’, ‘man who shit his pants in grade school awarded purple heart’, ‘department of treasury releases new monsters of the silver screen 20 dollar bill’, ‘doofus chilean miner stuck down there again’, ‘small town throws pride parade for only gay resident’

parse: ‘heartroken santorum condemns gay marriage for two-timing jerks like nick’

[enkisstories]

Just like them

- Short Detroit Become Human fanfic starring Daniel - - Close enough to canon, not my Sims!AU - November 15, 2038 Park Avenue

Daniel placed his hand on the door lock. However, the device rejected his request almost instantly.

ACCESS DENIED

It wasn’t just a string of bright letters, the message additionally burned itself into the android brain. And although the narrative went that androids didn’t feel pain, the sharp sting of the “Nope” signal along with all the emotions it triggered in Daniel’s deviant mind were unpleasant to say the least.

“Shit!”

Daniel raised his hand – or rather, he moved his shoulder to lift the replacement arm and hand up, spare parts salvaged from other unfortunates that had found themselves in the DPD’s evidence archive. Just when the new limbs had started to feel less like prostheses and more like parts of himself, the android had to receive a reminder to the fact that this wasn’t the case. His real hand was lost and with it the RFID tag that would have opened the door to the Phillips apartment.

Daniel wondered briefly the key to which door he was carrying now, because some signal had gotten exchanged between the hand and the door lock. If there had been no key present at all, the door would just have stayed silent instead of bellowing its “Access denied” at the intruder.

A shutdown police auxiliary beyond repair had “donated” Daniel’s new legs, but also the hand? Daniel didn’t remember. It hadn’t mattered earlier that day when they had set him more or less free.

And now the android he was standing here, with an electronic cuff somewhere in his system, a novel worth of parole terms in his head, but fresh out of an emergency override keycard for his own home.

I should have went with that guy from Jericho when he offered it. But, noooooo, I HAD to do this alone, because I don’t NEED help at all. And I shouted at him, so there’s no turning back now. It’s getting dark anyway. And ‘sides, I have a right to this flat! It’s my inheritance, the pay for four years of service, no way I’m going to live in, what was it, a wrecked cruise ship or something? No way!

Tap,tap,tap… jingle,jingle,jingle… swoosh

Daniel exited the elevator and only when the doors closed behind him did he realize that he had just traveled downwards by one floor without actually having decided to do so.

Check. Deviant brain doing deviant stuff. They warned me about this.

Daniel’s subconsciousness had taken over, now the question was where had it taken him?

Looking around Daniel discovered that he was standing right in front of an apartment door, one hand raised slightly, obviously in an attempt to ring the doorbell. The nameplate that went with the bell read “Rasoya”.

Ah, right, that was familiar territory. The Rasoyas were the Phillips’ direct downstairs neighbors. They had helped them out by taking Emma when her parents were out and with sugar, flour and eggs that Caroline tended to forget to stock up in sufficient quantity. That had been before Daniel had joined the household, of course, but even with the Phillips owning a state of the art household assistant made by CyberLife now the families had remained… close?

I have always assumed we were close, but looking back I feel “habitually on speaking terms” is more precise.

Someone was stirring now inside the apartment and a female voice rose up:

“I think I heard someone at the door! Will you take a look?”

“Yes, it’s me!” Daniel shouted back, then rang the bell.

Someone was looking through a spyhole, not trusting the electronic security camera, then opened the door. Before it was fully open, Daniel already gasped at the person behind it: “Can I borrow a crowbar, please, Mrs. Rasoya? I need to break into the Phillips apartment!”

Mrs. Rasoya laughed so hard at this that the toddler boy she was holding was shaking violently. Reflexively Daniel grabbed him while Mrs. Rasoya was still trying to get a grip on herself. Eventually the woman said:

“Daniel Phillips – the most polite android revolutionary ever.”

“Calm down, calm down!” Daniel shushed the human. “I’m not with Markus or whoever, I don’t even have a clear idea what exactly’s going on!”

I mean, when have I ever? I lived in an illusion all my existence, believing myself appreciated… sheltered… Going by my experience Markus could just be another Connor: playing nice, but harboring ulterior motives.

“They just…”

Looking for a familiar term in all the madness that was the present, the android continued:

“…let me out of prison and here I am, but I can’t enter my own damn apartment!”

“Own dan apartment!” little Caden Rasoya repeated cheerfully, at which his grandmother demanded the kid to get returned to her.

“Raj, dear?” she called into the apartment and a few heartbeats later her adult son, Caden’s father, appeared. Raj was a gourmet chef and his body was certainly looking the part, although he tended to dress extremely casually at home.

“Would you accompany Danny here upstairs to break down the Phillips’s door, Raj?”

“You know what, mom?” Raj laughed out loud. “This is by far the most normal request I’ve heard those last few days.”

Daniel watched Mrs. Rasoya retreat into her home where she picked up an old handheld gaming device that she had been playing on. He heard Caden giggle. The TV was running, Caden giggled some more, but then listened intently to his mother, who was explaining something connected to the evening children’s show they were watching. Everything was so normal!

Why were the Rasoyas still here, Daniel wondered? Were the feeling that the worst was behind them and deeming it save to stay in Detroit, even though the president had arranged an evacuation of a scope that put to shame even the annual floods? Were these humans maybe just as attached to their territory as Daniel himself was? Regardless of the possible consequences? In retrospect, what if Caroline had still been here tonight? Or – was she, maybe?!

“Uh… Is Caroline…?” Daniel started asking Raj.

“Left Detroit. In fact, she didn’t even wait for the presidential nudge to do so.”

“Ah.”

Raj grabbed the doorknob and with his head motioned the android to join him.

“Come in!”

“But I need to…”

“No way I’m trying to kick in a sturdy apartment door, least of all with security still intact”, Raj explained. “And neither should you do that, with a criminal record on your head. You have one…?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all legit. The DPD knows I’m here, but, fuck, I should have asked for an escort to actually get into my home.”

“You certainly picked up some language there that you didn’t know before”, Raj commented, still more amused than wary. Definitely wary, too, but not to an extent that prevented the man from acting civilly.

“But what am I to do now?”

“You’ll want to take the balcony route, Daniel. Climb up from our balcony and find your door. It was never properly repaired after… the incident, you should be able to push it open easily.”

“That’s that Connor’s fault!” Daniel spat. “It doesn’t respect anything!”

And that were the last words he exchanged with the Rasoyas. Without even a “thanks” the deviant made haste towards the balcony, jumped onto the railing and started scaling the apartment building like an ape. A PL600 wasn’t particularly strong, but their dexterity and eye-hand-coordination had to be rated outstanding even compared to other androids. Daniel was also rather agile, although he suspected that was a personal feat, nothing hard-coded in his system specs. And of course his new PC200 legs were also contributing to his athletic ability.

*

Inside the Phillips home Daniel didn’t linger much in the apartment proper, but instead went straight to the fish tank in the floor.

“Huey, Dewey, Louie… everyone still there!” he noticed with relief. “It’s feeding time, gentlemen! – Hehe, yes, go for it! No need to fight, there’s more where this is coming from!”

Smiling the android watched the fish gorge themselves. When had been the last time they had been fed, he wondered? So typical of Caroline! Flaunting the family fortune, but possessed of a total disregard of actual living beings. Like those of the ornamental fish she had left behind to their fate. Or her android’s…

Daniel had never given his artificial lung much thought. They were just there, moving his chest to make him appear more lifelike. Now the deviant realized how this particular biocomponent came in handy: he sighed deeply.

Moving back into the apartment Daniel almost expected to find John’s tablet. Of course after all this time it wouldn’t be there anymore. Or at least it would no longer display the order confirmation for the AP700, where John had ticked the “Disposal of old device at no extra cost” option. There had been another option, also at no extra cost: to donate the old android to charity. It would have taken the man no longer than two minutes to choose an organization from a dropdown list, but John Phillips hadn’t wanted anybody to mooch from something he had payed good money for. He had said so aloud and that comment had alerted Daniel to what was going on in the first place.

John’s greed and antisocial tendencies might very well have saved my life!

Daniel shooed this thought and looked around some more.

Pictures of Emma, John and Caroline, sometimes alone, then again as a family or with various friends, were everywhere. Of their android there was no sign and hadn’t been before the incident. Daniel felt a little like visiting the Dursleys with all the pictures of Dudders and no hint whatsoever that another boy was living at Privet Drive…

He picked up one of the framed pictures. It showed the family gathered under a Christmas Tree. The spheres, bells, stars and pine cones were all made from real glass and in between hang handmade charms fashioned by Emma. The Phillips didn’t believe in anything transcendental, neither god, nor magic. But even so they had followed the traditions and actually gained something from them. There had been an unusual warmth around that time of year each year.

Daniel put back the photograph. Suddenly the glass ornaments were too bright, the fishtank next door too loud and even the carpet his feet were touching was too rough. The deviant hunkered down and buried his head in his arms. Thirium tried to get up and out through his nose. Daniel didn’t understand what was happening to him. His system status hadn’t been that bad this morning!

Stay in… stay in… I don’t want to die! Only, I feel like dying… But I don’t want to! It’s not fair!

Daniel had sat there hunched over and crying for a while, when suddenly the door rang. A jolt went through the android’s body. Daniel jumped up and the weak, but steady stream of skin fluid mixed with blue blood came to a halt. The android wiped it away and licked the thirium from his new fingers before opening the door.

“Hey, Geeta”, Daniel greeted the visitor. “Afraid I might shut down from sorrow all alone up here?”

The words sounded like an accusation…

“Nah.” Mrs. Rasoya shook her head. “Not you. In fact, I reckon you are unable to suicide.”

“Huh? How would you know?”

Geeta walked past Daniel. She grabbed one of the family photographs at random and turned it for Daniel to get a good look at it.

“Dogs take after their owners, children after their parents and androids… androids take after their masters.”

“That’s utter bullshit!” the deviant flared up. “And even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t apply to me! I’m a de…”

“Deviant, Daniel? For deviants what I said goes even more so, because of your emotions.”

“I may have acquired some of those, so what?!”

“The Phillips couple, too, was never one for thinking before acting… for taking a step back from their desires… or for putting themselves into others’ shoes.”

Daniel started to yell again, but was cut short:

“What kindness they had, manifested indirectly only - in their little girl and in their household assistant.”

“Huh.”

“Not what you wanted to hear, I know.”

Daniel took the picture.

“Me? Being like them?”

“It’s true.”

The deviant smiled warmly, not unlike when he had watched his fishes. For several moments he stood there, content with the world and himself. But then he jerked around his arm and smashed the frame against the nearest wall.

“They never were my family!!!”

Geeta shrugged and said her goodbyes.

“You know where to find us if you want to borrow gelignite or whatever a modern deviant might need”, she said. The woman had meant it as a joke, but as she gently closed the door behind herself, she wasn’t so sure about that anymore.

[uozlulu]

Presidential alert: the boys are fighting 

Three things I enjoyed the most about this exchange: 

Sena’s entire face journey while watching his childhood friend talk trash about him at one of his main rivals

Shin asking, “Do you know Eyeshield 21 is standing right there?” in the nicest way possible for Riku not to look like a total dumbass or to out Sena

Shin once again complementing Eyeshield 21 in front of Sena knowing he’s Eyeshield 21

[junker-town]

Why Capitals-Rangers opened with a massive brawl

Presidential alert: the boys are fighting!

The Wednesday evening Capitals-Rangers game started the usual way, with freshly resurfaced ice, warmups, the national anthem, and all of the other pre-game traditions. But when the teams lined up for the opening faceoff, it wasn’t time for hockey to start just yet, because all six forwards on the ice broke off into three separate fights the moment that the puck dropped.

That’s right: the game started with an old-fashioned line brawl.

Line brawl to start tonight's game between the Rangers and Capitals at MSG pic.twitter.com/52pvvVZHwx

— Brady Trettenero (@BradyTrett) May 5, 2021

Now, a fight in an NHL game isn’t anything to write home about on its own (although they’re less common than they used to be), but an entire line getting involved is exceedingly rare. Players dropping gloves before anyone has touched the puck is even less common. This is the hockey world’s rough equivalent to witnessing a whale surface while watching the ocean, or seeing two people on the internet agree about something.

So why were these guys more eager to spill some blood than to, you know, actually play some hockey? It all started on Monday, with a Capitals forward named Tom Wilson.

During the first of the teams’ two-game series, Wilson punched Pavel Buchnevich, who was on the ground in a pile-up following a shot on goal. Several Rangers came to Buchnevich’s defense and targeted Wilson in an ensuing brawl. This larger fight ended with Wilson slamming Rangers star player Artemi Panarin to the ground and continuing to punch him after his helmet popped off. If you’d like to watch the incident and understand it in more detail, I recommend Blueshirt Banter’s breakdown of what exactly happened:

Long story short, many hockey fans agree that Wilson Messed Up. If you still don’t understand why, here’s a pro tip that you may find helpful in life: if you are punching someone who cannot see you or do anything to stop you, that’s not a fair fight! In fact, that’s not even a fight, but probably more of an assault.

Granted, this kind of thing isn’t all that uncommon in the league, and it’s not always treated consistently. Hell, Sidney Crosby did something very similar on Tuesday, slamming Travis Konecny facedown on the ice and continuing to punch him from behind. But the difference in how the hockey world reacted to these two incidents has to do with player reputation: Wilson has a long history of both traditional fights and questionable, dangerous decisions on the ice, including a 2018 head hit that earned him a 20-game suspension. Crosby, on the other hand, is Sidney Crosby.

Inconsistencies aside, it’s clear that the Rangers had a good reason to be unhappy with Wilson, especially since their top scorer was affected. The situation got messier when the NHL announced its punishment for the Caps-Rangers incident: Wilson was fined $5,000, but not suspended, despite the fact he ended Panarin’s season. In response, the Rangers released an unusual statement to express their disagreement with the league’s decision and condemn Wilson’s “horrifying act of violence.”

pic.twitter.com/M7tw4YOeDF

— New York Rangers (@NYRangers) May 4, 2021

But since this is the NHL we’re talking about, and because the Capitals were set to meet the Rangers again for another game two days later, the conflict didn’t end there.

Fights are a part of hockey because the mainstream culture around the sport legitimizes it by treating it as a necessary response to dirty play. After all, there’s a reason why a team’s toughest player is typically called their enforcer— the common perception is that these fights happen because the players have some sort of standard to uphold, even if nobody can quite agree on what exactly that standard is.

So because the Rangers likely felt that they had to put their money where their mouth was and respond to the Wilson incident, the entire situation became the perfect storm for a massive line brawl as soon as the Wednesday game began. The two teams even made history, since it was the first regular-season game in league history to include six fights in the first five minutes of play. By the time the first period ended, the teams had a combined 100 penalty minutes. The penalty box, unsurprisingly, got a little bit crowded.

Capitals penalty box six minutes in #rangers #capitals pic.twitter.com/p570HSncdQ

— Kevin McGran (@kevin_mcgran) May 5, 2021

The Capitals went on to win 4-2 with the help of a hat trick from T.J. Oshie, who accomplished the feat in his first game back since the death of his father. Wilson himself left the ice during the second period with an unspecified upper-body injury and did not return.

Whether you’re a fan of hockey fights or not, they’re an intriguing insight into the culture of the game, and it’s clear that this incident will go down as one for the NHL history books.

[theaxtorres]

In the Nature of Resistance

Under the covers of scheming politics, the notions of the privileged battling over the underdogs manifests itself through a correspondence between various personas of the youth.

May 14, 1994

To: Amir Rodriguez

Dear Amir,

How have you been? I was going through all the clutter in my room today and found an old stash of childhood photos. There’s one of us sharing a bowl of ice cream while our moms are chatting away in the background. It’s reminded me of the innocent fun we used to have when our parents left us to our pleasure and have the maids to clean up after us.

I believe it’s been four years now since you moved away to the province and my parents still silence me every time I mention wanting to see you again. To this day, I still wonder what happened between our parents that forced you to leave the city. Do you know why? Whenever I ask, Dad merely tells me that your parents didn’t do their job well and chose self-indulgence over the greater good. I have no idea what he means. It gets me absolutely riled up the way he talks to me like I’m one of his colleagues, with words falling out of his mouth like a corporate letter and actions so dry, it’s like he’s living off a script.

Recently, Mom and Dad have been too caught up in meetings with the big bosses of the government to even bother about me. They’re also in and out of courtrooms, only coming home early to hold a party every time one of their cases gets dismissed with the defendant found not guilty. You know I’ve met the President because of these parties? He was rushing away from a reporter drilling him for his opinion on those rallies those random people do on the streets, when Mom and Dad invited him to join us in our ride to the party. He’s very loud though, too assertive to make friends with.

Anyway, I’ve been trying to read more books to forget about all these mom and dad issues. It really is working so far. I’m on my fourth novel this month. Have you read State of War by Ninotchka Rosca? I highly recommend it.

I’d love to hear about your life, your family. Are Tita and Tito doing well? How about your Ate Lisa? Did she get accepted in the school paper? Or has she graduated already? I wouldn’t know. I really wish you replied to all my previous letters to you.

Hoping to finally get word from you soon, Mir.

Sincerely,

Adrian Ocampo

   May 18, 1994

To: Lisa Rodriguez 

Dear Ate Lisa,

Mom and Dad are doing as well as they can. However, Dad really needs to learn how to control his temper every time he reads the newspaper. Those Ocampos have become the right hand of the President, and it’s stirring Dad back to his, in the words of the ever-articulate Lois Ocampo, ‘aktibistang kanser sa lipunan’ days. With all the impossibly speedy court trials where all the President’s best friends are deemed innocent, even Mom has started slipping some awry spiels against this government’s subtle despotism during her barangay meetings. 

Are there any updates on our exposé, Ate? I heard Richard gathered enough accounts from the victims of the Sta. Clara narcotics bust. I think that high of a number of deaths of innocent people is enough to start a conversation. Tyranny’s on the way and I’m sick of having to wait and wait for more evidence, statistics, and public statements. Are the masses really as ignorant as you say they are? Would they really ignore the truth even if it’s lying bloodied on the ground in front of them? 

Speaking of ignorance, Adrian sent me a letter again. Poor soul is still horribly blinded by his privilege to see that the country’s justice system is crumbling to the ground because of their happy circle of friends and family. Apparently, he’s met the President. He probably even has the opportunity to poison that man, but he’s too busy complaining about how his parents don’t give him enough attention. He says he’s been reading more books now. I hope that finally teaches him to put two and two together and realize it was his father who filed that senseless treason allegation against Mom and Dad that got us into this mess of a life, of a country. 

Write back quickly, Ate. Give me assignments, people to interview, anything I can do to help speed up the process. If Mom and Dad are too worn down in this fight for justice, the least we can do is to continue it.

Be careful always.

Love,

Amir

  May 24, 1994

To: Amir Rodriguez

 Amir,

I’ve been meaning to hear from you since my last letter, but I just can’t help but let you know what’s been going on. Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. I barely even get to talk to my parents, especially Dad. He spends more time with those bland looking men in his study everyday, and he barely gets out. I could hear weird sounds and chants about exposés and rebellions up in where you are right now.

As I was reading, I heard them mention your sister’s name. I’m having a gutting feeling about this. Even though the voices I heard were faint, I don’t have a good feeling about this, Amir. I know you’re ignoring me right now because of who I am and where I am right now, but I want you to know that I still see you as a friend.

Be careful, brother.

Adrian

 May 26, 1984

To: Adrian Ocampo

Adrian,

I hope this letter reaches to you in time. 

I’m Lisa, Amir’s older sister. I used to scold you two for making too much noise when you were children playing. Before we left, I remember you always asking me how my application to the school paper was going. It always put a smile on my face how much you cared, even if it was just to annoy me at that time.

Right now, I need you to care about my school paper again. I need you to care about Amir and all the other innocent families and lives that were thrown into a hell of a life because of the people you’re surrounded by. Dear Adrian, open your eyes, I beg you. Look around the confines of your big palace and see the struggle of the poor. Read the news with a brave heart. There’s truth in the bloodshed.

You are our closest hope to understanding their schemes. By writing you this letter, I put myself and my family at risk. You could easily expose us to your Dad and have us killed by morning, or you could finally make it up to us, to the country for what your family has done.

On May 28, your parents will be meeting with the President, the Presidential Spokesperson, and the Secretary of National Defense, and a few more unidentified individuals to most probably talk about a new scheme. The news have been showing their ugly side too much. They’re going to do something about it.

Listen to them, Adrian. Give us caution. Send us a letter about what you hear, and dear God, I hope to hell you do the right thing.

Thank you.

Lisa Rodriguez

 June 12, 1994

To: Lisa Rodriguez

 Ate Lisa,

They’re planning to shut down all media organizations. They have fake documents and forged papers at their disposal. They’re going to silence anyone who gets in their way with only two things; with a shutdown or with a gun. It doesn’t matter to them as long as the lies go on. I’ve read enough books to know this is Martial Law. This is tyranny and a call for justice.

I assure you, you can trust me. I know you’re in the good fight. Keep going at it. It doesn’t make sense here anymore.

Please, save yourselves and hide. I think they’re on to you and your family. Write back.

I’ll write to you everything I know. I’m on your side, believe me. 

Sincerely,

Adrian

 June 16, 1994

To: Amir Rodriguez

Ate Lisa’s safe. She’s back in school now.

Take care. I heard there was a number of collateral damage in the attack. They’re unstoppable.

Regards,

Richard

 The Metro Standard

Friday, July 1, 1994

Ocampo son mistakenly shot by presidential aide

By: Karl Trinidad

MANILA, PHILIPPINES - Adrian Ocampo, son of senator Lois Ocampo and presidential right hand Bong Ocampo, was shot dead by a presidential aide early this morning, July 1. According to news reports, the Ocampo boy was suspiciously walking around the Malacañang Palace in the early hours of the morning, which alerted the aide as a possible spy from activists or militant groups which could harm President Ernesto Barrameda.

The aide who shot the boy indicated he alerted the boy and asked who he was, but the boy ran away towards the halls. 

“It was my second nature to [pull] the trigger. I didn’t know who [the boy] was. I thought I was just doing my job,” the suspect said.

Witnesses reported the boy came from a morning run to the post office to send some letters and postcards and bought coffee afterwards from a local shop. Although his intentions in the Palace are still unknown, administrators are currently looking for more sufficient evidence about the matter. 

Bong and Lois Ocampo, who had recently signed an agreement with President Barrameda concerning new retributions of the media’s alleged propagandist attacks towards the government, have rescheduled a number of court hearings in order to organize their son’s funeral.

The Metro Standard tried to reach out to the Ocampo family for a statement, but the request is still unanswered.

This article was originally published in The Benildean Issue 14 and on The Benildean website.

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As Trump sides with Putin, the FBI arrests a Russian spy; some good news from Eritrea and Ethiopia.

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The Department of Justice arrested conservative activist and student visa recipient Maria Butina, 29, on Monday. The DOJ says she was following orders from Russia to influence American politics, essentially accusing her of being a Russian agent in disguise. [Vox / Andrew Prokop]

Butina allegedly tried to broker a meeting between a senior Russian government official and President Trump right after his inauguration. She also proposed a meeting between Trump and Russian President Putin to Jared Kushner during a National Rifle Association conference. [Washington Post / Rosalind S. Helderman, Tom Hamburger, Shane Harris, and Carol D. Leonnig]

It didn’t end with meeting proposals. Butina also formed connections in religious organizations, the National Rifle Association, and the National Prayer Breakfast in order to shape the Republican Party’s agenda into a pro-Russian one. [NYT / Matt Apuzzo, Katie Benner, and Sharon LaFraniere]

The FBI had been monitoring Butina since 2016. But authorities chose to arrest her when they discovered she was planning a move from Washington to South Dakota, where known associate and GOP figure Paul Erickson lives and where it would be harder to monitor her. [Daily Beast]

It was discovered that Butina had been arrested just hours after Monday’s Helsinki summit with Trump and Putin, at which Trump said he didn’t “see any reason why” Russia would interfere in the 2016 presidential election (a statement he has contradicted and un-contradicted in the following days). [Vox / Alex Ward]

A federal judge ordered that Butina be jailed before her trial because a pretrial memo said she was a flight risk with connections to Russian oligarchies that could help her flee. [NPR / Noel King and Carrie Johnson]

The memo also said that Butina “cohabited” with a “politically influential American” and offered “sex in exchange for a position with a special interest organisation.” [Independent / Chris Riotta]

Russia’s Foreign Ministry accused the FBI of “fulfilling openly political orders … to fuel Russo-phobic hysteria.” Nevertheless, there’s ample evidence of Butina’s shady communications with Russian officials. [AP / Angela Charlton]

The NRA could be punished by the government and experience backlash from the public and major donors for Butina’s involvement with the organization. [The Conversation / Brian Galle]

Butina had a meeting with an unnamed “political candidate” in 2015. Some speculate that it could be Trump. [Vanity Fair / Maya Kosoff]

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Ethiopia and Eritrea have formally declared an end to their war dating back to 1998. The peace deal also reestablishes trade and diplomatic ties. [BBC]

A peace deal was brokered thanks to “an impressive combined effort” by religious organizations, the African Union, and the United Nations to “to resolve a regional issue that has festered for years.” [The Conversation / Martin Plaut]

The war between the two nations, active from 1998 to 2000, was considered a fight over borders. In reality, it was a battle “over rival hegemonic claims in the Horn of Africa and over ‘national pride’ and ‘territorial integrity.’” [Institute for Policy Studies / Patrick Gilkes and Tom Barry]

Over the course of 20 years, Eritrea was always ready for war while Ethiopia had the “most elaborate security state in East Africa.” With peace, both nations can finally rest easy. [Al Jazeera / Nanjala Nyabola]

A celebratory inaugural commercial flight filled with champagne and roses flew from the capital of Ethiopia to the capital of Eritrea nine days after brokering the peace deal. This has reunited families separated for 20 years. [NYT / Alan Cowell]

Citizens of both nations are so happy about the peace deal that they are calling strangers in the neighboring nations just to relish the fact that they can do so. [CNN / Bukola Adebayo]

Twitter says it doesn’t “have the bandwidth” to fix its verification system right now. In 2010, that probably wouldn’t have been a controversial issue. In 2018, it means popular white nationalists and neo-Nazis get the honorary blue checkmark. [The Verge / Chris Welch]

Battling a case of toxic masculinity, rapper 50 Cent said that at first, he “wasn’t looking at Terry Crews” as a victim of sexual assault. “I’m looking at the Hulk, the guy that’s this big,” 50 Cent said, mimicking Crews’s famously large muscular build. [Vulture / Dee Lockett]

While erectile dysfunction ads have been rampant across the New York City subway system in recent months, Thinx, which makes underwear for people who menstruate, was barred from advertising on NYC subways because the ads contained the word “period.” [Broadly / Leila Ettachfini]

Jewel watchers theorize that Queen Elizabeth waged “brooch warfare” during Trump’s recent trip to England, using her jewelry to throw subtle shade at the president. Evidence in their favor: On the day Trump arrived in England, QEII wore a brooch given to her by President Obama. [Refinery29 / Channing Hargrove]

“The only clear-eyed way to regard a corporation is, at best, as an adversary. No matter what they might say when trying to separate you from your money, that’s certainly how brands see you.” [Amanda Mull on why “there’s no such thing as a feminist brand” / Racked]

Hong Kong has British DNA. [YouTube / Johnny Harris]

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Trump somehow still doesn’t understand NATO

Republican House member once lamented you can’t call women “sluts” anymore

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again is a kooky, poppy romp

Thai boys speak publicly for the first time: “This experience taught me to be more patient”

A black candidate made a rap album. His white opponent says it makes him unfit for Congress.

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ALEXANDER’S COLUMN

The Antifa Movement — Coming to a Theater Near You

What is “Antifa,” and who is backing and benefiting from its actions?

By Mark Alexander · September 6, 2017   

“Let the American youth never forget, that they possess a noble inheritance, bought by the toils, and sufferings, and blood of their ancestors; and capacity, if wisely improved, and faithfully guarded, of transmitting to their latest posterity all the substantial blessings of life, the peaceful enjoyment of liberty, property, religion, and independence.” —Joseph Story (1833)

Most Americans — those with jobs, families and community obligations and responsibilities — had likely not heard of “Antifa” before throngs of its masked thugs initiated the riots in Charlottesville last month — though the “group” played dominant roles in riots at Berkeley University in February and Evergreen State College in June.

What, then, is Antifa?

Correctly stated, it is a domestic derivative of “Antifaschistische Aktion,” the paramilitary wing of the1930s communist movement in Germany.

Reemerging in the U.S. in the 1990s under Bill Clinton, it has metastasized over the last eight years under Barack Obama’s regime into an autonomous collective of radical “useful idiots.”

The movement was invigorated by Obama’s Marxist agenda and that of his socialist bourgeoisiecadres. It coalesced around Obama’s revolution-tested politics of disparity, as instilled in him by his Marxist mentors. Antifa is the current manifestation of his repugnant Red October uprising, “Occupy Wall Street,” in the fall of 2011.

Recall that Obama proclaimed to his Occupy cadres, “You are the reason I ran for office.”

This growing radical anarchist/socialist movement, also referred to as the “alt-left,” declares that it is anti-fascist — but this is Orwellian. In truth, the movement bears a strong resemblance to Hitler’s brownshirt fascists, whom they claim to oppose. As American Enterprise Institute fellow Marc Thiessen aptly notes in a Washington Post op-ed: “Yes, Antifa is the moral equivalent of neo-Nazis. … Both practice violence and preach hate. They are morally indistinguishable. There is no difference between those who beat innocent people in the name of the ideology that gave us Hitler and Himmler and those who beat innocent people in the name of the ideology that gave us Stalin and Dzerzhinsky.”

Over the last eight years, the Occupy Wall Streeters and their kissin’ cousins, the so-called “Black Lives Matter” cabal, have had a hand in every urban-area riot across America. Like them, the Antifa thugs typically organize protests using social media accounts, websites and email blasts.

In 2016, the Antifa movement was further energized by the socialist platform of Bernie Sanders, until his presidential campaign was bushwhacked by the Democrat National Committee and Hillary Clinton.

Antifa is composed of mostly white adolescent agitators, violent malcontents between 18 and 30 years of age, from about 200 autonomous anarchist and anti-capitalist factions. Thus, it’s not an overtly formal organization — yet.

Who benefits from Antifa propaganda and violence?

The lack of organization doesn’t mean that no one is benefiting from Antifa’s propaganda and violence. Indeed, the Antifa movement has created a fundraising windfall for leftists, particularly the Democrat Party race-baiters and the hate-hustling profiteers at the Southern Poverty Law Center.

These two money-grubbing organizations have generated an endless stream of revenue beginning with their faux indignation at Donald Trump’s condemnation of both hate factions involved in the Charlottesville riots. The Democrat leadership and their Leftmedia propaganda machine devoted all their bandwidth to castigating Trump for daring to call out the thugs from both alt-right and alt-left.

Despite the Demo-goguery, historian Victor Davis Hanson, a senior fellow at the Hoover Institution, observed: “In the olden days, demonstrators decked out in black, with masks and clubs, would have been deemed sinister by liberals. Now, are they the necessary shock troops whose staged violence brings political dividends? Antifa’s dilemma is that its so-called good people wearing black masks can find almost no bad people in white masks to club, so they smash reporters, the disabled, and onlookers alike for sport — revealing that, at the base, they perversely enjoy violence for violence’s sake. As the cowardly Klan taught us in the 1920s and 1960s: Put on a mask with a hundred like others, and even the most craven wimp believes he’s now a psychopathic thug.”

National Review’s Jim Geraghty notes, “Antifa chants, ‘No Trump, no wall, no USA at all.’ The label ‘anti-American’ is not a pejorative, it’s just descriptive.”

And NR’s Rich Lowry calls out the hypocrisy: “Too many people were willing to perfume Antifa in the wake of Charlottesville. But Berkeley demonstrates once again the true nature of this left-wing movement, which is thuggish in its tactics and totalitarian in its sensibility. Anyone who at this point makes excuses for Antifa — or worse, justifies it — is participating in its moral rot. … There was certainly moral equivalence between Hitler and Stalin. Likewise, bully-boy fascists spoiling for a fight and black-clad leftists looking to beat them up exist on the same moral plane. They both thrill to violence and benefit from the attention that comes from it. They both reject civility and the Rule of Law that make a democratic society possible. They both are profoundly illiberal. … Liberal commentators spread memes comparing Antifa to American GIs who stormed the beaches at Normandy. The comparison would be apt if the 1st Infantry Division got together to spend an afternoon beating up fellow Americans rather than giving its last measure of devotion to breaching Hitler’s Atlantic Wall.”

Lowry was referring to, among others, this absurd social media post from The Atlantic’s editor in chief, Jeffrey Goldberg, who equated our nation’s valorous D-Day forces with Antifa: “Watching ‘Saving Private Ryan,’ a movie about a group of very aggressive alt-left [antifa] protesters invading a beach without a permit.”

Shame on him. Far better men than Goldberg shed their blood on those Normandy beaches so that he could have the freedom to make such profoundly dullard remarks.

One of the nation’s most noted liberal protagonists, Harvard law professor Alan Dershowitz, warned that Democrat leaders are making a grave mistake by embracing those who want to “tear down America” and by not condemning both sides of the riotous mobs in Charlottesville.

He implores his fellow Democrats: “Do not glorify the violent people who are now tearing down the statues. Many of these people, not all of them, many of these people are trying to tear down America. Antifa is a radical, anti-America, anti-free market, communist, socialist, hard-left sensorial organization. They use violence. … I’m a liberal, and I think it’s the obligation of liberals to speak out against the hard-left radicals, just like it’s the obligation of conservatives to speak out against the extremism of the hard right.”

After being uniformly condemned by conservatives and most moderates, even House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi finally condemned Antifa, declaring, “Our democracy has no room for inciting violence or endangering the public, no matter the ideology of those who commit such acts. The violent actions of people calling themselves Antifa in Berkeley this weekend deserve unequivocal condemnation, and the perpetrators should be arrested and prosecuted.”

Even that most entrenched of the Trump-hating Left media outlets, The Washington Post, is now playing catch-up. The paper recently ran a headline proclaiming, “Black-clad Antifa members attack peaceful right-wing demonstrators in Berkeley.”

How dangerous is this latest iteration of communo-fascist malcontents?

Ahead of the 2016 presidential election, the FBI issued alerts to DHS about the increasing risk of Antifa violence, noting that “anarchist extremists” were responsible for most of the political violence across the nation.

The Antifa tactics clearly fall within the federal guidelines defining domestic terrorism, most notably that the intent is “to intimidate or coerce a civilian population,” and “to influence a state or federal government policy by intimidation or coercion.” Despite this, it will be difficult to officially label Antifa a terrorist organization because, at present, it is not a formal organization but an amalgam of communist, fascist and anarchist political ideologies.

However, as previously noted, Antifa is not an overtly formal organization — yet.

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