#Because imagine your rights as a woman get trashed in the bin because some racist rotting orange promised lower gas prices

[vally-vall-vall]

I think I'm about to have a stroke

[megashadowdragon]

some comments I found on the comment section that I will respond to and fully read later  ¨

your show  just went through an entire subplot with the faunus telling the other faunus ( by extension the audience ) dont use violence to get equal rights only to use violence against a drunk racist contradictory message IMO¨

¨ forget in a bulletin in the Atlas academy it was shown that Jacque is running in an election against Robin hill. So a rich white capitalist vs a woman of the lower class mantle. MAGA! Make Atlas Great Again! MAGA!

Malachi Owens Malachi Owens 1 day ago Arno Wisp uh the “rich asshole vs poor underdog” is a trope at this point. Hell that is what Joker is about.

¨I wouldnt be surprised if the crwby do take thats against trump by putting things that trump said in jacques mouth or having jacques utter the line make atlas great again to try and equate trump to jacques ( who is actually racist and an elitist etc) Miles STILL butthurt Hillary lost her elections with the aid and support of 3 different presidents  and her attempts to subvert the election and cant accept it so he is gonna warp his dead "friends" franchise just so he can get a win in fantasy land. What a guy 

 I feel like they could've gone two ways. Either somehow deal with the racist drunk peacefully (don't know how. Up to anyone's imagination) or, my favorite, keep the 'weiss dumps racist drunk guy into garage bin' but instead of dismissing it, we get a scene afterwards of blake getting a bit angry with weiss for resulting to violence. This can turn into a mild spout that is ultimately cooled down with either an understanding on both weiss and blake's part or an intervention from one of the other characters that puts an end to the bickering. Don't know if I would want a funny interruption from nora that just abruptly leaves the argument hanging or a sincere intervention from ruby that calms both aggressors and helps it reach a steady conclusion. 

Eddy Rivas, a writer for Rwby vol 7 advocating/admitting that the use physical violence as the only acceptable response to mean words and that running from the consequences of your actions like a coward is being the only acceptable option. That any criticism towards this abrupt/excessive violence and cowardice is to be ignored outright. This is a perfect example of the alt left ideology rotting away Rwby/RT from the inside out and warping the very message of the series that, violence, hatred and bigotry are self destructive for society yet its okay to act as a violent, hate filled bigot because its worth it and you are just to do so. The issue fans have is Weiss pulled a weapon on an unsuspecting, defenseless, drunk, non-threatening depressed man and fired. She is trained by the most prestigious military institutions and is using the most advanced weaponry on the planet and she choose to attack an unarmed civilian then run over words. Any police officer, military personal anywhere in the world would have had hell to pay for such an action and been deemed too unfit/unstable to maintain the right to their weapons/license. The message RT is advocating is violence, antifa styled actions of hate and cowardice and that it is acceptable.

Also in my opinion what weiss shouldn't was uncalled for. Yeah he said something racist and what he said was wrong, but what weiss did was just as wrong violence should only be last resort and certainly not for a drunk making racist slurs. I guess in her mind people like that don't get a chance to change or talk about why the feel the way they do, instead they deserve to be written of as worthless trash AND THAT IS WRONG THINKING   Instead they should have either ignored him or came back with facts. Anyway that's my two cents in.Show less

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[saundrahuff-blog]

Musings from a lost mind

Before I started typing, all these thoughts were running thru my head. As soon as I wrote out my title, they decide to run and hide. As if to spare me embarrassment in case I'm made fun of for my thoughts. Silly, I know. Ive embarrassed myself so much, I actually am capable of continuing on thru it. I can remember moments that I inwardly cringe and get defensive to everyone, even though they have no idea why I'm being that way. I'm not sure when, but I decided long ago that nothing was going to stop me from living as I wish. Certainly not my own sense of shame. I kind of know when, just not the exact moment. Being a small country girl from the north who was told every day that her worth was not good enough, I decided to break from my mold and go as far away as possible. My only question was how. I'm broke. If I believed my family, I had no skills to survive. So I joined the army. Why? I really was that desperate to get the hell away from home. As far away as possible, to finally find out if what my family told me was true. Also my short white, unknowing, never had to really deal with life, ass joined and went to basic. Met my first black woman. To say she impressed me really doesn't cover how in awe of her I was. I was 18, white, 5'2, from the country. She was well over 6 feet, black, and from Bronx. We couldn't be more different. Tanya Rice. I bless the day I met her. Her knowledge shaped who I am. I was allowed to ask any kind of stupid question I wanted. On any topic. And she did her best to answer them honestly. I learned about being racist and being bigoted. I learned that hating for no real reason made you look stupid. I learned that you can survive your most stupidest moment. Let me tell you an example of just how bad off I was. I learned that I could march with full backpacks, rifle, for hours, and do it while sleeping. But, I could not remember to breath. At first, I would almost black out. You have to understand, when I say I'm white, I mean I'm so white, I'm almost see thru. I'm the picture when they try to explain how white some people are. I never tanned. I burned. That was the only color I could change to. Different shades of red. So, when I turned blue and was passing out, it caught others attention. Being in a daze, I really didn't understand what the hell was going on. I would go into a daze, walking, walking, always walking. Then I would wake up looking at the sky. It was a bit alarming. It was finally brought up that I kept turning blue right before I passed out. After that, I would have people keep an eye out. And it didn't take long before they realized that I was marching in my sleep and not breathing. This was a concern. You do not pass basic if you stop breathing. And I never really knew when I would fall asleep. Everyone going thru basic is tired. I was no different than anyone else. Except that I couldn't remember to breathe while sleep marching. Tanya, in her role of elder, took upon herself the duty of saving me. She would walk behind me. The person on either side would let her know when I started turning blue. She would take her M16 and hit the back of my helmet, waking me up. I've learned, since then, that this is not usual behavior, and I'm just weird. But it's ok. Because if I have to be weird, it's best to be this kind of weird and not the chopping off of body parts and hiding them in trash bins. Everything this woman taught me was gold. And that's the story of how I survived basic. If it wasn't for her, I don't think I would have made it. She shaped my thinking more than my family ever would. From her I learned to wait until you actually understand a person before you hate them. That right there was mind blowing to me. I learned the techniques I would need, years later, to finally be happy with who I am. And to accept my family for who they are. Not for what I expected them to be. So, imagine how shocked I was my first time alone in Germany, while it was common for terrorists to be there and attack Americans by bombing, or driveby shootings. My first three months there, I don't remember. Mainly because during my first week in country, I was present for a bomb to go off. I then proceeded to spend the next three months drunk. I have no memory of that time. Except for pt. Being drunk and or hungover and expected to do all the military work out is just something that will be remembered. But, it was during that time that I made the most startling and freeing discovery. There was no way I was getting out of this country. While there, I've been bombed, attacked, shot at, and almost knifed. There was no way I would get out of this unscathed. So I decided that, fuck it, since I was going to end up dead anyway, I'm going to live my life by doing as much as I could, no matter how stupid or dangerous. I went to neo Nazi bars and picked fights with skinheads. I debated with known terrorists. I went were I wanted, no matter what. An example. When the military community got wind that a terrorist attack was imminent, they would lock down the base. I swore they did it deliberately because this only happened on weekends. Just because they didn't want us to go out and have fun. So, we found a hole in the wall that we could sneak thru and went out partying. Then, when we decided to go home, our retarded ass never remembered to go back in the same way and we would go to front gate. Always asked the same question. How did you get out when we have a lockdown. I would inform them how the hell would I know. I'm drunk and not on guard duty. How in holy hell did that argument work? But it did. I'm still amazed we are not speaking Russian to this day. We used to have long discussions on who was the most stupid. Me for saying dumb shit like that, or the guards who just went along. But, I was damned if I would tell them about that hole in the wall. They would fix it and there would go our only way to freedom. So basically, my getting drunk was more important to me than letting anyone know about the possible entrance or weakness in our defense and that would provide a way in to any terrorist who found it. I wasn't the only one who didn't truly understand the full ramifications. I wasn't the only one using that way. I can excuse it that way if I wanted. And I did. But, I think about that now. How many lives did I endanger because I didn't tell anyone about that hole? Soldiers died all the time over there. A lot of people hated Americans. A lot wanted to hurt us. I knew about this. I had seen it myself. But I never told anyone. This is but one instance of when my own selfish needs were more important than the safety of others. I'll tell more later. Does anyone ever read these?