#exterminationism

[alephskoteinos]

The thing about human extinctionism is that I don't see why I should have to lay down and die in the hopes that the Earth might heal from my death rather than fight for my own existence and enjoy my life until I die?

[hero-israel]

I mean, sandy hook wasn’t perpetrated by indigenous Americans

I see your point but it’s not necessarily an accurate comparison

Nothing prevents Native Americans from buying AR-15s. Native Americans absolutely physically could have committed Sandy Hook, along with every other school shooting you've heard of.

Why didn't they?

And if they did it, would you have less of a problem with it?

If "colonizers" "deserve it," then why was Brett Kavanaugh wrong for what he did to Christine Blasey Ford? Or are his actions only wrong based on whether or not he said "This is for the RESISTANCE!", and we have to stand patiently and watch him finish and listen to hear whether he says the magic words before we can judge?

Gonna blow your mind with this - maybe the entire frame of "liberating struggle" as mutated through a strongly culturally normalized lens of antisemitic violence and exterminationism is not a good basis of moral principle. The only thing "not the same" about any of these crimes is that some involve Jews, making those crimes understandable, and some don't, making them obviously pure evil.

To quote myself from exactly one year ago:

You never see Tibetans or Uighurs massacring hundreds of teenagers at a rock concert in China then packing the women onto rape trucks. Yezidis do not send suicide bombers into Arab old age homes on major holidays to kill off 3 generations of families. There is no way to view this topic without confronting the specifically anti-Jewish chauvinism, supremacism, and genocidalism that has been the norm in Arab and Muslim societies for a millennium or more. The entire "well, what do you EXPECT Palestinians to do??!" frame is pure colonialism. It says only Palestinians know how to have problems, only their tactics count, and anyone who doesn't bomb school buses either doesn't have problems or is doing it wrong.

You shouldn't feel like you have to rush to respond to this. Really, really think about it first. How normalized has society made it for you to listen to the excuses of people who torture and slaughter us? How are those excuses any better than those of anyone else who commits other crimes? Really think it through.

[joffyworld]

Very well. With your permission, then... *goes into the ask box and torches up any anon spouting horny nonsense found*

YAAAAY WE HATH CLEANSED THEM, ALL HAIL THE EXTERMINATIONER-ERER

[jockoppressor]

If you wait until Dems are elected to start criticizing them, the party will pretend to think that there’s broad satisfaction with the candidates they nominate. Day-one criticism from progressives and the left sends a clear message: you will not govern on easy mode just because you aren’t The Weirdo Other Guy’s Party. Sending troops to aid genocide, subsidizing the corporations driving the climate apocalypse, funding the carceral state, all of these choices will be met with dissatisfaction and dissent. Making your feelings known now makes it harder for them to act like they aren’t aware that supporting more progressive candidates — or at least not trying to steamroll them with establishment candidates who’ve deluded themselves into believing they’ll ever appeal to a group of fringe conspiracy theorists who’ve spent the last 16+ years believing that democrats are the party of Christian exterminationism, baby sacrifice, mandated sodomy, and white genocide — would provoke less civil unrest.

[ladydeadrabbit]

Bitter, Evil Hearts [Eskel] Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Time of Contempt, Chapter 4 [12/2022]

"They roam the land, importunate and insolent, nominating themselves the stalkers of evil, vanquishers of werewolves and exterminationators of specter's, extorting payment from the gullible and, on receipt of their ignoble earnings, moving on to dispense the same deceit in the near vicinity. The easiest access they find at cottages of honest, simple, and unwitting peasants who readily ascribe all misfortune and ill events to spells, unnatural creatures, and monsters, the doings of wind spirits or evil spirits. Instead of praying to gods, instead of bearing the witcher, the godless changeling, will turn around his fate and save him from misfortune."

----Anonymous, Monstrum, or Description of the Witcher

'Gors Velen,' Eskel commented, coming to rein in his black stallion alongside his lover. ``Remind me why we're here again?'

It took approximately 3 weeks total for the sorceress Esmeray of Carsten and Witcher Eskel to reach the city of Gors Velen from Kaer Morhen. The two could've gotten there much faster if Eskel would've just agreed to take a portal from city to city until they reached their destination- alas, just like Geralt, Eskel had an unreasonable amount of hate [or perhaps fear?] of portals. Plus, there was also the fact that Eskel was in need of work and didn't want to miss out on any possible job opportunities on the road- so the two had to go by horseback.

The city of Gors Velen itself, like most cities on this side of the continent, was surrounded by towering brick walls with sky-scraping towers to pick up from within those walls. And beyond the city was a vast grey-green sea that sparkled from the early-rising sun, freckled only a few places with the sails of merchant's vessels. Esmeray stopped her grey mare just before the sand drop that led to the city before the pair.

'We'll only be here briefly, my love,' Esmeray replied. 'Then we shall be off to Thanedd, and from there we shall attend a banquet-'

Eskel groaned.

'-at Aretuza. Stop whining. I have to attend, even if I'm taking a break from politics. Every sorceress and well-respected sorceress will be there. Think of it as my version of a yearly Kaer Morhen witcher reunion. Now, sit up, and let's continue on the road. We're simply going to be here to stop, rest for the evening, and continue on our way- and yes, you will have to wear a doublet for the banquet. Hush now, my love, I shall find one comfortable for you to wear.'

The bridge leading to Gors Velen was a long column full of wagons, horses, and even travelers on foot. And it was at this moment that Eskel remembered precisely why he hated cities. It had to have taken at least an hour before the pair moved from their spot on the bridge and for traffic to lighten up, and when they did finally reach the guard's stand post at the gate, they were promptly stopped and questioned why they were entering the city. It was all quite unnecessary, really, and Eskel didn't miss the way they looked at Esmeray and then scrunch up their nose at him.

'Not bad,' Eskel gave a compliment once they were through the gate and into the bustling city. 'Use any sort of glamours to charm them?'

'Only on my hair, love. Every sorceress has their defining feature about them in which they accentuate. For some, it's their eyes, in which they use eye shadow makeup. For others, it's their bodies, that they reveal in form-fitting attire. For me, it's my hair, which I keep long and straight and only enhances it with dyes every once in a while to keep that red you love so much. The sun, unfortunately, likes to bleach my hair blonde in the summers.'

'So explain to me what exactly this banquet at Aretuza is about again?' Eskel and Esmeray were now walking side by side, leading their horses behind them by the reins.

'It's like any other banquet. We're just supposed to show up, dress nice, and pretend like we're enjoying ourselves. It's something we sorcerers do at least once every year to show no ill will, even though half of them are plotting in some way against each other- ugh! And I used to actually enjoy going!'

Eskel smiled at this, finding it just a bit amusing.

'Right, so we'll go, stand around and be uncomfortable, drink watered-down wine, and eat very little in order to be "polite" or some shit; is that right?'

'Precisely,' Esmeray nodded with a grin of her own, 'and then we'll go back to our hotel room and have sex.'

Eskel immediately perked up at this.

'And remember, Eskel, meet me at the Narrat Inn by noon. We'll have lunch together there and then prepare for the banquet.'

Eskel understood the importance of this banquet and why Esmeray was stressing it so to him- but even still, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. She was treating him like a child! But he, nonetheless, also nodded in understanding before exiting the tailor's store they had stopped in to make arrangements for their outfitting.

Once out of the store, Eskel was once more thrown into the throng of the city; carts rumbled past, people walked in groups, and horses and oxen trodden up and down the busy lanes. Eskel had time to himself now, at least a few hours, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what he wanted to do. It had been so long since he'd last been in a city- and even then he couldn't think of anything to really do besides buy stuff and eat.

The dark-haired witcher turned down a street and then turned down another before taking a right and a left. At this point, he was just wandering aimlessly between merchant stalls, barrels, and weirdos selling goods right out of their parked cars. It was only after passing another 4 stalls did the little shop catch his eye.

It sat across the lane from him and in between two other buildings sporting the name "Frank's Chocolate's and Baked Goods," and that was all Eskel needed to see before entering.

Margarita Laux-Antille, otherwise known as "Rita," was a shapely fair-skinned woman with wild blonde curls and deep green eyes- which she usually executed by wearing green- who emerged entirely nude from the hot pool of water provided by the Inn in the bathhouse section. Ciri sat near the edge of said pool, only her legs submerged in the waters as she focused her gaze down shyly at her lap; clutching a small towel to her body. Behind Ciri, lounging across a couple of chairs were Esmeray and Yennefer.

Yennefer of Vengerberg, like what the poets described, was a beautiful woman with an ugly attitude. Yennefer was unique to most, however, because of her violet-colored eyes and long inky black hair that she often wore in curls to flow across her black clothing.

'You, girl,' Margarita called to Ciri, 'be so good as to hand me a towel. And please stop being angry with me.'

Ciri snorted but still did as she was told. After a day of dragging Eskel around to find him a proper tailor to outfit him, Esmeray had made plans to meet up with him later in the day while she met up with sorceress Margarita, Tissaia de Vries [who was a much older sorceress with neat dark brown hair that she always wore pulled back], along with Yennefer and [much to Esmeray's surprise] Ciri. Apparently, Yennefer and Ciri had been traveling with each other for some time now after Geralt sent Ciri off to the Temple of Melitele for education.

'She seems like a young seal,' Margarita jokes, drying herself off. 'And is as shapely as a naiud. Will you give her to me, Yenna?'

'That's why I brought her here,' Yennefer answered.

'Which class shall I put her in? Does she know the basics?'

'She does, but she can start at the beginning like everyone else. It won't do her any harm.'

'That would be wise,' Tissaia added. 'That would be wise indeed, Yennefer. The girl will find it easier if she begins with the other novices.'

It was then that another voice interrupted the group:

'My humble apologies, noble ladies,' it was the innkeeper calling from behind a silk screen. 'Please forgive my daring to disturb, but a certain 'Witcher Eskel '' has arrived for Madame Esmeray.'

'Very well, then,' Esmeray took a stand from her spot. 'Ladies, shall I see you later this evening?'

'Looking forward to it.'

'Yes, of course.'

'Until then, Esmeray.'

Ciri was the only one who didn't say anything, but she did look up as Esmeray passed and the red-headed sorceress threw her a sympathetic smile. Going to school at Artuza will most certainly not be easy on Ciri, especially considering her fiery personality, but with a teacher as kind as Margarita, Esmeray had hoped that she would do well.

“I have nothing against witchers. Let them hunt vampires. As long as they pay taxes.”

—Radovid lll the bold, King of Redania

The sky grew dark rather quickly after Esmeray and Eskel had returned to their privately rented room within the tavern. Esmeray stood clothed in nothing but a see-through black robe overlooking the large windows. From where she currently stood, she could see the Tower of Aretuza set in the ocean miles away.

It looks awfully menacing with the black clouds and dark angry wasters around it.

They had about 3 hours to waste before they needed to attend the banquet.

Esmeray turned to the face of the snoring witcher and chuckled softly at the sight of him all curled up and tuckered out after the festivities together. Eskel was always a bit of a cuddler, this fact was doubled after sex- it was a miracle Esmeray even managed to crawl out of the bed without him locking her in an iron grip.

A small shiver of excitement ran along the sorceress's spine as she recounted him just an hour before; gripping and squeezing her ass as he drove himself into her- and oh gods how he felt inside of her! The witcher could make her cum for hours on end, the mere memory just makes her wanna bind his wrists to the bedframe and ride him all night.

Before meeting Eskel, sex had mattered very little to the sorceress. She had had her fun and even been involved in a couple of scandalous relationships- mainly one being the one she had with Philippa Eilheart- but sex was never a priority for the woman. It still wasn’t, but Eskel always managed to ignite a primal flare within her that she just couldn’t help but dance to.

Eskel wasn’t a particularly kinky person, per se, he mostly enjoyed positions in which he could see her face. But it was the endurance of the act of sex that Esmeray most enjoyed when doing it with Eskel.

From the moment the two began fucking, he never once treated her as something replaceable.

Esmeray was startled when one of the witcher’s yellow cat-like eye’s popped open to stare at her. She jumped at the sight of- just how long had she been staring at him?

Eskel’s scared lips curved up into a smile as he let out a breathy laugh- half-muffled by the pillow his face was buried into.

‘Are you just going to keep watching me or are you going to come over here and join me?’

Esmeray shot her lover a cheeky look before silently making her way toward the bed all the while allowing her thin robe to slide off of her slender body. Eskel let out a sigh at the sight of her pale freckled chest and rolled over so that he was watching her on his back. In doing so the blanket slipped down to just above his groin.

‘Do you witchers ever truly tire from sex?’ Esmeray said as she eyed the growing tent Eskel’s cock was creating with the sheets.

‘With you, darling, never.’ Eskel shot her a wink as his smile widened.

‘We’ll see about that,’ Esmeray muttered before laying her naked body halfway across his own- positioning her upper body to meet with his middle before pulling down the blanket and giving his cock access to spring fully to life.

Esmeray’s delicate lips made contact with Eskel’s ball’s in a nipping kiss, causing the Witcher’s hips to twitch up, but once the woman rapped her fingers around his length- Eskel couldn’t help but throw his head back onto the pillows.

Typically, Eskel much preferred being on the giving end rather than the receiving one- but over the years of being with Esmeray, despite their long break-up, he had learned very quickly that it was better to let her have her way with him first before she allowed him to have his.

So, confined to the fate he had agreed upon, the witcher allowed himself to lean back and watch his partner do some dirty work- only taking control of the situation once he got fed up with her constant teasing… Which wasn’t long after.

Not in any sort of forceful way, Eskel gripped the back of Esmeray’s head by wrapping his fist up with the tail of her long braid and guiding her movement down on his perked cock. Esmeray didn’t fight the change in power and allowed the witcher to sheath himself in her mouth before pulling her back up slightly by her hair before the process recycled once more.

Oral wasn’t Esmeray’s strong suit, she was willing to admit- her gag reflex was all too sensitive, but she managed to cope by gripping Eskel’s slightly hairy thighs as he stretched her throat- and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little aroused by the pull of her hair.

The moment only lasted for so long, however, as Eskel pulled her up and completely off his cock and pushed her down onto the bed before guiding his length to her awaiting core. Now, this was his favorite part.

Then the soothsayer spoke thus to the witcher: ‘This counsel I shall give you: don hobnailed boots and take an iron staff. Walk in your hobnailed boots to the end of the world, tap the road in front of you with the staff and let your tears fall. Go through fire and water, do not stop, do not look back. And when your boots are worn out, when your iron staff is worn down, when the wind and the sun have dried your eyes such that not a single tear will fall from them, then you will find what you are searching for, what you love, at the end of the world. Perhaps!

And the witcher walked through fire and water, never looking back. But he took neither hobnailed boots nor a staff. He took only his witcher's swords. He obeyed not the words of the soothsayer. And rightly so, for she was wicked.

—Florence Delannoy, Tales and Legends

Eskel had nearly forgotten about what it was like going to a banquet with Esmeray, and just how truly miserable it all really was.

The servants never put out enough wine, it seemed, for Eskel to ever get truly drunk on- and whatever wine they did have was always watered down, as well as the food being small bite-sized pieces of bread or crackers with some sort of meat or cheese on top. So even if he wanted to, Eskel could never really pig out.

There also never seem to be enough chairs about for everyone to have a seat. On the other hand, there never seemed to be a shortage of stares.

Still, Eskel had agreed to attend this night with Esmeray, and he wasn’t about to back out of his promise now- even if the velvet red doublet he wore made him sweat his balls off and the ruffled white collar was itchy.

Esmeray, naturally, was the one to pick out their garments for the evening- but it was ultimately Eskel’s own fault for what he currently wore as he had complained that the original doublet she had tried to get him to wear made him look like a Nilfgaardian, so they had settled on the frilly red one.

Esmeray also wore red though her gown lacked the dramatic flair that Eskel’s doublet held.

Aretuza was like a palace with its huge central hall and ‘T’ shaped structure- it was a wonder that he and Esmeray weren’t staying overnight in this place. But maybe that was the point in all this; to pop in and say hello before disappearing altogether.

The longest side of the central hall, one that he and Esmeray found themselves walking through with their arms linked, had extremely tall and narrow windows reaching almost to the ceiling. The ceiling of the entire place was also far too high for Eskel’s liking and more often than not Esmeray would gently slap his chest to make him look forward again.

It wasn’t until Eskel caught the familiar sight of Geralt and a woman he could only assume to be Yennefer did he actually start paying attention to anything.

The couple was currently engaging in a conversation with a couple of other sorceresses- one of which Eskel recognized to be Sabrina Glevissig. Her hair hadn’t changed, or her pin-striped style from when he’d last seen her.

‘Esmeray! Oh, darling! It has been ages!’

Eskel cringed at the call of Sabrina but compliantly followed his mistress over to the group.

At least Geralt was there.

The enchantresses all began embracing one another and kissing one another by the ear on either side of the head before immediately indulging in conversation.

‘I’ve been so looking forward to seeing you again, Esmeray, especially after that whole ordeal at Kear Morhen,’ Sabrina stated- obviously referring to the situation with Eskel’s “child surprise.”

He tried not to think about that. He knew sorceresses could read his mind and he had no doubt that’s what they were doing- but he didn’t want to think about what happened or remember the events of the day. The day he was betrayed and horribly mutilated. So instead he thought about Esmeray, and all the dirty things she had done to him just before attending this banquet.

He remembered the way she looked with his cock stuffed in her mouth and how he controlled the pacing and rhythm by pulling on her braid. And he thought about all the things he wanted to do to her right now and what he planned to do when they left the banquet.

As these thoughts and memories bounced around in his mind- he thought he caught sight of Sabrina Glevissig’s cheeks reddening.

A bubble of nervousness and anxiety began to build and well up within the pit of Esmeray’s stomach once she spotted Philippa Eilhart, and this nervousness nearly ruptured into a fart once the dark-haired sorceress had begun to approach.

She knew that she would be here and sooner or later they’d have to speak with one another- still, Esmeray felt that this moment came all too quickly.

Esmeray had left Eskel’s side to meet Philippa halfway- but the witcher hardly noticed a thing as he was soon accompanied by Dijkstra [a Redanian spy] and once more, Geralt.

‘How lovely to see you, my dear,’ Philippa greeted with a kiss on the corner of Esmeray’s mouth. Esmeray returned the kiss. ‘I see my dear Dijkstra is already making merry with your date- and oh! What an interesting date he is. Sabrina was all too eager to tell me all about her encounter with you and him up at Kaer Morhen some years ago.’

‘Sabrina is a fucking cod-headed bitch. Besides, have you seen what she’s wearing? Pin-stripes have gone out of fashion ages ago!’ Philippa let out a laugh at Esmeray’s remark. A genuine laugh. ‘But I am glad to see you again, Phil. Truly. The way we left things…’

‘Hush now, my dear. It’s a joy for me to see you again too. Let’s leave it at that and enjoy the evening.’

Philippa wasn’t the only familiar face that Esmeray had run into that night. Besides Yennefer of Sabrina, Esmeray had a chat with Triss and then later on with Francesca Findabair and Keira Metz, as well as with Ida Emean acp Sirrey.

Ida and Francesca were elven sorceresses and therefore didn’t hold as much of an interest in human politics as Keira Metz did- but it was enlightening nonetheless to speak to them.

When the evening had begun to wade and Esmeray found Eskel once more bored out of his mind, the sorceress had elected that they leave and retire to the Inn for the evening. Eskel was all too thrilled by this notion.

Eskel tugged Esmeray along with himself as he barged into their shared room rented out at the Inn before shutting the door behind himself loudly.

Inhaling the stale air around him, Eskel could still smell the sex they had left behind for the banquet. It was time to fix that.

Eskel eagerly kissed way up Esmeray’s bosom and to her lips. Hands were on her body before she even knew it.

Esmeray moaned in response to the attention as she reached behind herself to unlace the ribbon holding her dress up.

‘Thank the Gods,’ Eskel sighed as the dress fell away. He trailed his hands down her nude body as she led him backward and onto the bed. When they reached the bed, sloppy kisses were ordered to run down her chest and abdomen.

Eskel’s yellow eyes focused on her dreamily as he lowered his mouth to her core. She hadn’t been wearing underwear, the little mink. Eskel’s mouth drank her in like she was Est Est Tousiant wine, his tongue lapping at her folds eagerly.

Esmeray closed her eyes, leaned back, and moaned loudly while her fingers combed through his hair.

Eskel only pulled back to rid himself of the doublet and unbuckled his trousers before lining himself up with her entrance.

He was careful in rolling his hips into hers, making the beads of sweat glisten in the firelight and roll their way down her small breasts and listening to her sounds of pleasure.

‘I want to hear you, my dear,’ he groaned, pumping himself into her faster. His hips jutted against her with short gaps and grunts.

He was getting sloppy, which meant he was getting close. Esmeray reasoned her fingers up to brush away his bangs. Eskel’s eye’s opened up in silent confusion and shock, but the sorceress simply guided his lips down onto hers.

‘I fear for Ciri,’ Eskel began after an hour of silence the two peacefully shared together not long after sex.

‘Ciri is young, barely a teenager. Her future is undecided just as her pastis is filled with misfortune. But she’s a strong girl, smart too. She’ll be fine whatever comes her way.’

This easied whatever worried Eskel held. Still, he could not help but to doubt Esmeray’s words- the ones in regard to Ciri’s wellbeing, of course.

At the conclave, Herald had gone off and had a conversation with a wizard by the name of Vilgefortz. The two were gone a long time, leaving Eskel at the mercy of Dijkstra; but when Geralt returned from where ever it was the wizard had taken him… he seemed disturbed and wouldn’t answer any of Eskel’s questions.

Eskel couldn’t explain how, but he felt like something was about to happen- and one way or another, it would have something to do with Ciri.

This is the last chapter of this series that I will be publishing on here (for now), please consider following updates on this story here:

[telvannibugmusk]

Fuck Ron desantis for real I wanna go to Florida so bad I haven't been since I was a kid and the wildlife there is so amazing... Why must the everglades be in the trans exterminationism part of the country -_-

[gwydionmisha]

Would you be willing to elaborate on the exterminationism in Wolf Pack? My partner and I were planning to watch it Because Werewolves but if it's gross we'd definitely like to know that before we get invested in it

They are going to use lycanthropy to "cure" an autistic person. That's basically killing who he is without consulting him in order to make someone more convenient for a main character. It's really fucking gross. It's this kind of thinking that abusers use to justify killing their autistic children.

I have no words for the level of shitty here.

[giovanh]

from The Génocidaires: Exterminationism

The idea of grooming isn’t just being diluted though. The idea of abuse is being invoked here as part of a larger mentality that queerness is inherently sexual, and queerness isn’t a natural and passive thing. This angle makes the idea of trans people sexually grooming children immediately intuitive and appealing to conservatives.

There’s a significant contingency of people — not just anti-trans activists — who see queerness as so unnatural that any queer person must only identify that way because they were tricked into it, and that eventually they’ll realize they’ve been duped and desperately want to go back to normal. (That, or they’re degenerate sexual fetishists.) I talked about this a bit before, as part of the idea of transgenderism being “taught” by teachers at schools as part of the “social contagion” narrative, as pushed by lawmakers.

...

And since transgenderism is this fake plot concocted by the liberals, and not a natural thing, the only reason those tricky teachers would be tricking children into believing something “incorrect” about gender would be the adult’s sexual gratification.

Of course, there’s a “correct” kind of sexuality — bikinis at beaches, catcalling, mudflaps, hooters — cisgendered and heterosexual. It’s normal and fine to integrate into society. Correct sexuality is healthy. Pornographic billboard advertisements either aren’t a problem or are just invisible, because of how default heterosexuality is. It’s cultural heteronormativity.

But queer existence doesn’t get that treatment, because it is by definition “not correct”: nonstandard, different, “queer”. Every expression of queer existence — even just having a flag sticker — is seen as rooted in sexual perversion, existing only to satisfy sexual perversion, and thus must always be treated as the filthiest pornography until society is sexually homogeneous. This is the fundamentally hostile culture the “groomer” label seeks to propagate and re-enforce.

This is why “queerness” in media is seen as something that has to be snuck in by activists pushing an agenda, instead of… media just reflecting society, including the full spectrum of people who produce and consume it.

yeah

I like how teens are too young to figure out their sexuality unless its heterosexual

[emeticheremetic]

the patriarchy was constructed for the benefit of men who are assigned male at birth. if you decouple manness from amabness, neither of those separate parts is rewarded under the patriarchy all on their own. the patriarchy is not designed for the benefit of any woman, and being a woman supercedes whatever privileges are found in amabness when it is paired with manness, and neither is the patriarchy designed for the benefit of any person who is female assigned at birth, and being afab supercedes whatever privileges are found in manness when it is paired with amabness. this is because the patriarchy was primarily designed to oppress women who are assigned female at birth. because of this, patriarchal oppression is constructed both on a hatred of women and a hatred of people assigned female at birth, which, when uncoupled from each other, are used to oppress trans people. in fact, it is these aspects of the patriarchy we are presumed to benefit from on the basis of our asabs and gender identities are un-privileged and turned into weapons against us, and we are branded with the worst aspects of cis men while actually being oppressed for the part of our person meets the criteria for "woman" in the eyes of the patriarchy.

cis women, although they very much are oppressed on the basis of both their asab and gender, are also understood as useful to the point where the extermination of cis women is not something that is really viable-- nor is it what the patriarchy desires, as it needs cis women as a class to function, and in order to produce future generations of human beings. most cis men also tend to want cis women, even if they hate and oppress them, and most cis women tend to want cis men, even if they hate and are oppressed by them. their relationship is symbiotic in a way, a sort of mutually assured gender destruction.

trans people, on the other hand, are viewed as useless to the world. we present problems because much of the cisheteropatriachal view of the world is that heterosexual reproduction within the traditional nuclear family is the purpose of human existence, and we are perceived as 1. infertile, and thus incapable of performing our "purpose" on this earth 2. even if we can reproduce, we are not worthy of reproducing, and we are not worthy of reproducing because of the eugenic idea that we will pass along out non-cishetness to another generation. if given the chance, the patriarchy would exterminate all trans people. this patriarchy encourages its adherents towards our extermination. to them, we are a void of sexual degradation and self-mutilation, perverse and always hungry to destroy the use-value of anyone else we can by imbuing them with our "ideology," tricking them into both ending their genetic line by becoming an infertile freak of nature AND making them unworthy of the task of reproduction in the first place by undoing their cishetness. its basically the same sort of thing that drives homophobia, the pat robertson-approved idea that, if isolated, gay people would all die out, because gay people "cant reproduce" (which is simply untrue. there is nothing about being gay that necessarily means you are physically incapable of having heterosexual sex for the strict purpose of reproduction, and at this point in history with fertility science being the way that it is, not even having heterosexual sex is required for heterosexual reproduction.) trans people are understood in much the same way. to the cishet man, the trans person if any kind is presumed to be a dead end for their genetic line, and so trans people have no use-value to them, nor to the patriarchy as a whole.

this exterminationism is what drives all of our oppression. this is why whatever privileges we are proposed to have based on the aspects of ourselves that we have in common with our patriarchal oppressors are negated. we are without use-value, only taking from the world while giving nothing back, so we must be destroyed.

[alephskoteinos]

Nietzsche knew well the core of every exterminationist impulse:

For in the face of morality (particularly Christian, unconditional morality), life must constantly and inevitably be in the wrong, because life is something essentially amoral - in the end, crushed beneath the weight of contempt and eternal denial, life must be felt to be undesirable, valueless in itself. Morality itself, might morality not be a 'will to the denial of life', a secret instinct of annihilation, a principle of decay, trivialisation, slander, the beginning of the end? And, hence, the danger to end all dangers?

- Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy

One can sense the logical conclusion of essentially every ideology that sees as its fulfillment the willful negation of life in some way. To enter into it sincerely, you must see life as irredeemably "evil", but to see life that way you must measure it against a standard of good, invariably your own (this is ultimately all there is) and believe that life is something that must be weighed in judgement and be subject to redemption. To reject life, you first start from morality, and then, as you realise how little of the world is moral or just, conclude that life itself is corrupt.

[theculturedmarxist]

Tomorrowland

As ridiculous and irrational as bourgeois behavior appears on the surface, the bourgeoisie aren’t stupid. You don’t need an advanced understanding of Marxism to be able to read a chart or understand history, and whatever their opinion on Capitalism as a system, they still know and can see as well as anyone else that even under the best conditions, the economy runs in cycles, with booms and busts occurring in somewhat predictable patterns.

They know too the extent of the ecological damage already inflicted as the effects that these developments will bring. While the bourgeoisie are collectively opposed to workers as a class, the bourgeoisie is not a monolithic entity. While the Oil Tycoon and his Green Energy counterpart might be united as a class against the interests of their employees, the financial interests of the oil capitalist and the solar capitalist are diametrically opposed. Or, put another way, it’s in the interest of the oil capitalist for people to remain ignorant of or otherwise ignore the effects of climate change, while the insurance capitalist that profits from the guarantee of the property in coastal cities for example stands to lose considerably. The latter profits by getting government to build sea walls to protect their investment, while the former stands to lose from any official or public recognition that their business is causing such catastrophic harm.

The mistake many people make is believing that the capitalist class is ignorant of what is going on in the world or what they are doing to it. They are just as aware as anyone what the consequences of their actions are, the bourgeoisie. They know that climate change is here already and only going to get worse before it gets better. They know too that a reaction to the decade of economic negligence and pillage committed after 2008 is on its way as well. Many people make the mistake of believing that these things aren’t being noticed and acted upon, that “something needs to be done now” about global warming, or whatever, themselves ignorant of the fact that, yes, actually, something is already being done about it, and has been in motion for some time.

Teachers and schools get defunded in favor of cops and prisons. Vital government services and branches are shut down while the military is given a blank check. The ocean eats away the coast and increasingly severe storms make the inland progressively unlivable. It is true that the wealthy can certainly insulate themselves enough to honestly have no knowledge of these things, but the reality is that these things aren’t happening due to incompetence, or the out of control effects of a system with no one at the helm to guide it, but that in fact these are all deliberately executed plans meant to prepare for the consequences that were foreseen long ago.

The global economy as we have understood it since the end of World War 2 is on borrowed time. The so-called “consumer economy” is undone by the natural functioning of capitalism. Any given capitalist enterprise is designed to take in more money than it expends. Naturally, a business that spends more money than it takes in doesn’t stay in business for very long at all. The net effect is that all the unclaimed capital, represented as the money in the pocket of every person that has to buy the things they need to live, eventually becomes claimed, collected, and ultimately concentrated into the hands of the owner of the business, where it is more or less trapped. It accumulates more quickly than its new owner can spend it, resulting in a hoard of wealth for these few people, but also in the exsanguination of the consumer economy itself.

The lifeblood of the consumer economy is restored largely by two ways: wages, and credit. As a rule, wages are pushed down as low as they can possibly go, despite the necessity of this resource’s renewal. Increased wages out means diminished profits in. However, the tendency following this rule is what you’d expect: with less money with which to buy, people buy less, damaging the economy both as consumption drops and as companies with increasing desperation seek to secure the ever diminishing stock of funds available to collect. This has been the tendency since the 1970s, to keep wages as low as possible, regardless of the effects on the economy.

This tendency has been facilitated by the rapid and aggressive expansion of consumer credit. Credit is attractive for a number of reasons, not the least of which is its ability to produce money from only the simple promise of having money at some indeterminate point in the future. The more a creditor lends, i.e, the less money it has, the greater its income, which in turn allows it to lend more in the future. In effect, none of the creditor’s personal cash is ever jeopardized. They’re theoretically guaranteed both the principle of whatever they’ve paid out, plus whatever fee they’ve charged for the use of this theoretical cash. In many retail environments that offer credit, the employee discount has gone the way of the Dodo, replaced with store credit schemes where the employees basically pay the store for the privilege of not being paid enough to buy any of the things in the store with their regular wages.

The major defect with credit is that however much money is loaned out, the value of the loan fluctuates in relation to the borrower’s ability to pay it back. The loan itself could be for five or five-million dollars, but it isn’t worth either if the individual borrower can never repay that amount. Even if all the money from the loan was placed into a briefcase and dropped into the Marianas Trench, despite the factual existence of that money, without the ability to either retrieve it, or replace it via the labor of the borrower (which at, say, minimum wage, would take quite a while), the loan itself is effectively worthless. Naturally, the “debt load” an individual can carry varies based on numerous circumstances, like their employment, age, sex, wealth, health, and so on. There’s a whole system for appreciating, grading, and assigning value to this sort of debt. In fact, a major contributor to the 08 financial crisis was the various types of scheme run by banks to try and make worthless debt, so-called “toxic assets,” to appear valuable.

The problem now is that the public at large is reaching its debt “carrying capacity,” which is to say that they are reaching the limits of what they can borrow with any reasonable expectation of ever paying it back. The total amount is reaching beyond what any person or collection of people will ever be able to pay back in their own or collective lifetimes.

So, the post-WW2 paradigm of high pay, high education, and strong worker protections which made the conditions possible for the consumer economy in the first place have long been dead and buried, killed by Carter and entombed by Reagan. All the wealth poured into the economy by the US government and the New Deal is gone, and the credit system that replaced it is reaching critical mass. There can be no consumer economy if those meant to consume have nothing with which to consume.

In light of these facts, what have we seen instead? Wages continue to stagnate and shrink. Subsidies that offset the costs of necessities like education or food continue to get slashed. Inflation ticks upward every year while the ability of people to pay is eroded with every wave of economic distress. We see the economy imploding around us in real time, and it looks like nothing is being done to stop it.

If they venture to imagine that what is happening can be stopped, the natural bourgeois thought is, why stop it? Maintaining the economy only makes sense if its maintenance means increasing profits. However, what profit is there left? The money has been drained from the economy. To get it started again would require a truly awesome injection of liquid capital. This is politically unfeasible for numerous reasons, but in particular, that money would have to come from somewhere, and the only two possible sources of such a disbursement of wealth would have to come either from the bourgeoisie itself, or the government. Naturally, the bourgeoisie aren’t eager to give up “their hard earned” wealth, nor are they willing to let the government start “giving away” money to working class people. It would completely implode the political paradigm they’ve been constructing for the past twenty years. They’re perfectly fine with the government printing money, to the tune of a trillion dollars a year, but only so long as it goes to them. Yes, capitalism’s obsession with “efficiency” would hardly let them imagine the “wasteful” step of the government giving money to consumers to buy bourgeois commodities when the government can just print the money and give it directly to the bourgeoisie themselves. This is to say nothing of the dangers of a precedent of the government helping people, or the public admission that the government can’t run out of money, and that all the suffering that emerged from the era of Austerity Politics amounts to a needlessly inflicted criminal act.

Any beginning student of Marxism can tell you: capitalism evolves. It needs must change with the times, and the circumstances that surround it and propel it. The circumstances of the 20th century are gone and rapidly becoming an increasingly distant memory. Capitalism no longer needs a massive reserve army of labor to move it and provide it with sustenance. Technology does nothing but obviate human labor. A single secretary with an ipad can do what used to take a whole secretarial team to accomplish. Personal computers have eliminated the need for lots of large, expensive industrial equipment in industries like typography. The internet means not just competing with the people in your town, city, state, or even country, but with every other qualified candidate around the world. Teeming billions of people now are not only “unnecessary,” but in fact exist as a direct, existential threat to the existence of the bourgeoisie. We see what happens to “useless people” all the time under capitalism. They’re discarded, beaten, imprisoned, persecuted, left to die. Without money, you’re disposable, and the fact is that most people have no money, no real reserve of cash or even tangible assets to their name.

The bourgeosie know all of this and are acting, rationally, logically, in their own self interests. With neither the ability nor willingness to avert whatever is to come, they instead invest in preparing for the inevitable fallout. We see on the news what they’ve been investing in. Weapons, weapons, weapons—weapons for the cops standing between angry crowds and the glittering towers of their oppressors, weapons for every little tin-pot dictator and bloodthirsty tyrant ready to kill his own people for a portion of the looting of their country, weapons for the militaries of competing capitalist states and interests, up to and including new nuclear weapons. They’re content for now to let “natural” disaster, disease, and conflict to take its toll on the working class while feigning only the most mild concern, but they know that when it finally happens, their only recourse to the needs and demands of the people is going to be raw, naked force. Whatever disaster comes, they will be largely immune, kept safely insulated in their cities and private fortresses behind walls, fences, armed checkpoints and armored mercenaries. The public can bay and bark all they like at the army of goons paid for out of their own pockets, and eat cake or lead, as they choose, while the wealthy that ruined their lives and their planet go on obliviously.

And when it’s all said and done, and the plutocrats emerge from their warrens to find the country beyond the city walls covered in working class skulls, just imagine how heartbroken they’ll be watching all those bones ground into dust for their country-club’s sand traps or the sparkling, clean beaches they’ll be able to enjoy, and no fucking poor people around to mess it all up.

[ananiujitha]

They want us dead.

The fasc want to exterminate some of us. And they tried to exterminate people like us. And they’ve attacked some of us.

(I was bashed at 16 and my attackers were rumored to be neo-Nazis.)

The fasc are anti-Jewish and anti-Romani and anti-Black and anti-immigrant and anti-disabled and anti-lesbian and anti-gay and anti-trans and anti-anyone who tries to defend any of us.

That means our existence is anti-fascist, and our refusal to hate ourselves is anti-fascist, and if you condemn anti-fascism, you condemn our survival.

[mxinevitable]

All these are good points. Dude learns chunks of his experiences are preconstructed and still subscribes to human supremacy and exterminationism. The brotherhood really gets off scot free in the commonwealth despite being on a fuckin' purification campaign

As a more personal petty thing I am tired of seeing people call Danse a bear or old that's a young skinny man come on

genuine question, what do you mean by babying danse?

I like him quite a lot and seen a considerable amount of content, but I might've just not noticed?? what you're talking about specifically

What I mean is people basically pulling the "he's my baby boy he'd never do anything wrong" shit. And the way people talk about him (calling him a "himbo", and as said "baby boy", saying he's just a sad guy who's misunderstood, etc) reads deeply as infantilization especially considering. As said. He's a grown man who literally upholds fascist ideals and only left the Brotherhood because he'd literally die otherwise

I'm not saying people aren't allowed to explore a softer side of him or theorize how a redemption arc for him would go. But the way I often see him (mis)characterized as being a stupid, gentle, "doesn't know what he's doing is wrong :(" type of guy REEKS of "autistic people are basically like children and don't know if they're doing something bad", especially since I've seen people on multiple platforms claim him and Maxon are "son and father figure" despite him being older than Maxon, just because he's subservient to him and they're vaguely friends

(But since fans read him as autistic OBVIOUSLY that means Maxon is like a caretaker for this poor misguided soul and not literally his boss and commander /sarcasm)

Like. If you haven't seen this stuff, good for you. But basically every time I've seen a post about him that isn't tearing into him for being a BOS member is basically like what I mentioned in one degree or another. If you actually look at the way people talk about him, it becomes obvious

Plus, you notice this when it's not just one character this happens to. I've seen it happen with Arcade (thankfully that's died down in recent years), Preston, and currently Maximus from the show. Just an endless cycle of people denying autonomy from characters who are read as awkward and/or autistic

(I'm sure other people would have more examples on hand. So if you do, feel free to reblog this and add them)

[jacketkos]

white and/or goyische lgbt people will literally see shit from fash groups specifically and concentratedly antisemitic or racist in nature and still go “how can I make this about me and my issues”

it’s almost like they care about the immediate threat to themselves rather than having ever cared about others

[arcticdementor]

Sitting on the couch watching TV earlier this month, my wife read to me a headline from her iPhone. “Listen to this,” she said: “There are only 15 lesbian bars left in the entire country.”

“Great,” I said, “We’ll each get our own.”

Lesbian bars have always been vastly outnumbered by bars for straight people and gay men, but in the 1980s, there were more than 200 lesbian bars in the U.S. What happened? Well, a lot of them sucked. The first lesbian bars I went to in my early 20s were dank, smoky caves where women in khaki shorts and backward caps grinded on each other to Outkast. They could have been frat bars if not for the notable absence of men.

…

But there’s something else going on right now, because it’s not just lesbian bars that are disappearing; it’s lesbian as a category itself.

After Portland’s last lesbian bar closed in 2010, as Ellena Rosenthal explored in the Willamette Week, there were attempts to start lesbian-specific nights at various venues, but most avoided the L-word to appear inclusive of trans and nonbinary people. One event, called Temporary Lesbian Bar, apologized after being accused of condoning “trans women exterminationism” for using the labrys — a double-headed ax that symbolizes female strength and has long been a part of lesbian iconography — in their logo. That event still exists (or did before Covid), but the organizers make sure to advertise that, despite the name, it’s “open, inclusive, and welcoming to all people.” (Oddly, these fights only seem to occur around women’s space, not men’s. If gay bars, bathhouses, and clubs go extinct, it will be because of Covid, not because of infighting over inclusion.)

Portland may be a parody of PC, but it’s not an outlier. When I came out in North Carolina in the early 2000s, the term “lesbian” was fading and “queer” was rapidly rising. Most of my peers saw lesbians as stodgy, old-fashioned, and uncool, whereas queers were hip, edgy, and inclusive. Yet “queer” is vague enough to mean nearly anything, so the label says less about your love life and more about your politics. (I propose we all start using the Kinsey Scale instead.)

The flight from “lesbian” has accelerated since. An academic in the Southeast, who asked to remain anonymous, told me that when she mentioned to a colleague that she’s a lesbian, the colleague “reacted like I’d confessed to being a Confederate Lost-Causer. She told me that the term is outdated and problematic, and I shouldn’t use it.” So the lesbian keeps quiet about her identity: “It’s like living in a second closet.”

Not long ago, it would have been the Christian right stigmatizing homosexual women. Today, it’s also from people who call themselves queer.

…

Nonbinary people say that the identification liberates them from the prison of gender, but for others, it doesn’t dismantle gender roles and stereotypes; it reinforces them. It legitimizes the idea that there’s an intractable gender binary in the first place. Instead of saying, “I’m a woman and I reject gender roles,” NB ideology says, in effect, “I reject gender roles and therefore I’m not a woman.”

Joycelyn MacDonald, the editor-in-chief of the lesbian site AfterEllen, has seen the NB ideology pushed by well-intended people and she worries about the unintended consequences. “When we say that femininity is equivalent to womanhood, we leave no space for women, gay or straight, to be gender non-conforming,” she told me. “Butch lesbians especially have fought for the right to claim space as women, and now women are running from that instead of boldly stepping into it. It’s another way of saying ‘I’m not like other girls,’ and it’s demeaning to other women.”

This is not a popular position in some queer communities, and AfterEllen is routinely accused of being transphobic. In 2018, Rhea Butcher, a nonbinary comic, tweeted: “You don’t represent me or my friends and your website is a sham. You’re not a lesbian/bisexual website, you’re a TERF website.” (“TERF" stands for “trans-exclusionary radical feminist” and is not, to put it mildly, a compliment.) Butcher’s tweet is typical, and it’s part of what makes having this conversation so fraught.

There’s been no clear polling on the shift from “lesbian” to “nonbinary,” and so my sense that the lesbian is endangered is purely anecdotal. But there are plenty of anecdotes. After I put out a call on Twitter asking lesbians for input, my inbox filled with emails from women who said vast portions of their friend groups have adopted new labels and pronouns. But none feel like they can openly discuss it, which is apparent by the number who asked to remain anonymous: all of them.

…

Some feminists argue that women are so oppressed in society that opting out of womanhood is a way of opting out of oppression. I’m skeptical. Why didn’t women do this decades ago, when oppression was objectively greater? Besides, enbies are more likely to be Smith undergrads than, say, immigrants getting assaulted at the border.

And there’s another not-so popular explanation: that it’s a fad, a form of social contagion.

I’m aware that this will be offensive to some people. The concept of a fixed, internal gender identity has become sacrosanct, and it’s viewed as something deeply personal and meaningful, like the soul. But humans are social creatures and we are easily influenced by our peers. This isn’t a moral judgment, just a fact, and I’ve seen how it plays out in my own peer circle. First one person comes out as nonbinary, then another, then another, and then one day half the dykes you know go by “they.” Add social media to the mix, and fawning profiles of nonbinary people in the press, and you’ve got yourself a mass cultural phenomenon.

I ran this theory by a therapist who specializes in LGTBQ issues. (She asked to remain anonymous, so I’ll call her Tara.) Tara told me that while the most common complaints of her young female patients involve gender identity, it’s not an issue with older patients. The older ones struggle with their sexuality or their relationships, but aside from a few transexuals with dysphoria, gender identity doesn’t come up. And young women, in particular, are prone to social contagion. We’ve seen this in many areas: eating disorders, cutting, exercising, yawning, strange fits of laughter, and even (forgive the term) hysteria.

When I asked Tara if social contagion could be the cause of the nonbinary movement, she paused for long enough that I thought she may have hung up the phone. “Yes,” she said. “But I can’t really say that to anyone.” The professional risks are too great.

[assdownloader]

today has not been a good day. just another reminder that ~cancel culture~ is a bullshit term made up by morons and that harry potter fans care more about their shitty IP than avoiding explicit trans exterminationism or antisemitism

shitwarts legacy is giving normies a chance to be edgy by reminding everyone that they hate trans people