#so tired of westerners trying to tell that the hellhole that fucked up the entire families was actually a good place

[vidma-kazhe]

Aaah, targeting small businesses and families to be bombed and destroyed. Yeah, that's how you save the world from hegemony -- by handing it over on a silver platter to a much crueler hegemony that has zero regard for human life and would make continents unfit for human life at a much faster pace /s

It's always funny how spoiled people from countries that never had to suffer the Soviet Union long for its return while people whose families lived under the occupation of Soviet Union are fucking traumatized by it.

Here's just a list of stuff that will be the part of the Soviet Union utopia these chucklefucks want to happen:

Yes, you will have your job basically picked for you. By association, your employer will also be entitled to your family life and what you do in your spare time -- your personal life, your problems or flaws can be made public if necessary, with workers going through your dirty laundry and domestic life in the open to shame you for not being an exemplary worker.

Your employers own you. Literally. If they tell you that tomorrow you will be flying to an entirely another region to work and live there, then you will be flying to an entirely another region to work and live there -- after all, you don't want to be fired and labeled as a social parasite, do you?

Late to work? Well, unless you were dying and have a document from a doctor proving it, you'll be doing non-paid correctional labor for weeks. Also your salary gets cut for that period. That will teach you.

Oh you want to quit? That means you don't appreciate what has been done for you, which makes you a traitor and a criminal disrupting workplace productivity. You don't get to quit, you get 2-4 months of jail.

Labor code? Don't be silly, why would you need a labor code to protect your rights? Don't you trust the ruling party to make decisions for you? You dare to doubt they want the best for you? Now you and your family be paying the price for rocking the boat. You all are getting evicted from your apartment and sent to a fucking tundra. Also, we're taking your kid and putting them into one of our orphanages. We are also changing their last name and do our best to brainwash and gaslight them into hating you and not wanting to be associated with you. If you survive the cold, lack of proper medical help, and the shittiest labor conditions, your child will be lost to you forever.

Wanna go travel? The ruling party says you don't need to travel. What are you, a spy? Don't you love it there, in your homeland that provides you with everything? Probably a talk with these nice people arriving to your house in a black car will teach you a lesson in gratitude.

Think living in Soviet Union frees you of landlords? Oh you sweet summer child, you get more than a landlord. You get a custodian (upravdom) who would stick their nose into every aspect of your life. What you buy, when you come back home, your hobbies, who you're friends with. If you're having a rough period with your partner, everyone in your dwelling will know -- and the custodian will personally approach you and tell you to stop disrupting family values or else. "Or else" means that there is a denunciation with your name in it, waiting to be sent to law enforces. If it's harsh enough, you can kiss your living place goodbye -- it will be given over to a more reliable family (or family the custodian is friends with) while you will be sent far, far away. You don't have a say in it. You don't get to argue or appeal in the court. If you suddenly think you're a person and tell the custodian to mind their business, the denunciation gets sent faster than you can finish your sentence.

"Oh" you might say, "But what if I'm entirely unproblematic and the perfect citizen?". That never stopped anyone. Any fact about you, even the most harmless, can be twisted and exaggerated to make your problematic. You like foreign literature? Suspicious. Why would you consume content made by capitalists? You want to learn foreign languages? Suspicious. Might be a collaborator. You're interested in high fashion and make cute outfits that differ from the cookiecutter stuff offered in stores provided by state? You're superficial and materialistic -- probably, it would be super easy to bribe you and make you betray your rulers.

A human-made disaster happens? Well, tough titties because your government will be hushing it up until the death toll becomes hard to ignore -- and if you question it, you'll be first on the chopping block for doubting your leaders. If you and your family are the first among being hit by the said disaster, they will bury you in nameless graves and pretend you never existed.

And the cherry on top? All the hegemons you hate so much, all the rich people you want gone will be ruling you. Giving you the bare minimum to live by and telling you to be happy you get to have a job, shaming you for wanting nice things or gaslighting you into feeling bad for experiencing burnout and not being able to work efficiently, they will be living the lives of luxury.

They'll be driving around in expensive cars while as you wait years in line to be allowed to have a poorly made car from your local manufacturing. They'll be dining in luxurious restaurants while you collect bread talons. They'll be wearing prestigious clothing and traveling to all the places they want, while you can get arrested for wearing jeans.

They will be enjoying everything they denied you -- and you won't be able to do anything because you gave them that power in exchange for empty promises. There are no legal mechanisms to make them accountable (they removed those), there is no people's choice, no courts for monitoring the actions of the ruling party.

It's amazing how people screeching "Eat the rich" would happily let the rich eat them and let the reach eat countless others for the promise of free scraps.

People love to go “ in the Soviet Union they picked your job for you 😭” yeah cunt that’s what we’re doin now too except they make you bark like a dog for three weeks straight first getting denied everywhere you wanna work until you end up somewhere you dont like anyway. Let’s just cut out that middle man why don’t we

[rebelliouslala]

4 Something

warnings- language, mentions of drugs, blood, only a mention of gore and wound details

word count- 1.5k

pls enjoy <3

You stumbled into the elevator, leaning against the faux wood walls and sighed deeply from the throbbing pain, just a bit to the left of your kidney. The elevator smelled of piss and pure arse, and the blood, and gory, textured wood behind you was close enough to make you pass out. You held the bloodied flannel to your gun wound, tightly and the sleeve of the shirt to your nose. You muttered softly as you groggily pressed the down button to the parking lot, and for the doors to close.

As the doors, sheen with a shit colour, began to shut, you noted the foot that propped the doors open.

“Ah, Y/n, you’re not leaving your best friend behind, right! Especially since he holds all of the powder.”

You looked up, to see a tall man smile, his eyes gently closing as he pulled the doors open, his muscles raging against his tight black tee. You sighed quietly, and take off our belt. You cracked it against the wall, and it becomes stiff, revealing itself as a truncheon. You smiled a bit cockily, “Stupid, I’ll-!”

You found yourself sneezing, and hissing at the same time, inhaling your own bacteria and the carcass scent as you groaned loudly.

“JOHNNY!”

The man scoffed, and tightened your gun wound with the needle, snipping off the string with his bare teeth. With a kick, he pushed away, the desk chair sliding to the small counter between you two. “Next time maybe just relax when I have to carry you home?”

You blinked slowly, but nodded. Another Tuesday, and another haul of work for Ripple. You began to drank the water your partner had given you, and the two small brown pills as you looked around.

The two of you, since age 17, had taken particular barren buildings on the Northern side of the city as homes like this singular abandoned asylum. Traveling with just two cardboard boxes for clothes and essentials, and small backpacks. Before The Ripple had begun to even hire you, or Johnny for that matter, for your talents. 

For the jobs.

“What’s the matter?”

You saw his hands on your waist. You were slightly leaning on the barred window. You haven’t looked at his hands in a bit. A lot could change after 5 months, as you noted his dirt flaked fingers, and the darkened scars on the back of his hands. Despite his roughened hands, they were gentle to hold you. They allowed you, invited you, to you smile to yourself, and lean against his solid body. 

“Ah, just a little tired.” You shrugged off, as the painkillers you had swallowed began to take affect. “how long are we-?”

“4k, or something. Two jobs, tops,” Johnny put his arms around you and chuckled as he looked at the rising sun. “Then we’re outta Baise City.”

You both shivered as a southern breeze nudged you both. It was nice though, the building was much too humid, and, he said it. Those warm words. Two. Just two more jobs. Then you’re out. You and Youngho, out of the island, out of the hellhole you and he were currently contracted on.

Your phone rang. Speak of the Devil. You grabbed it quickly before you heard a yawn. You gently punched Johnny in the gut to shush him.

“Evening.”

“It’s dawn.” You turned your back against the sunrise, and glanced at the drugs Johnny had carried, on a roach infested table, next to a cardboard box of yours.

“Dawn?” the voice said, startled. “Well, besides the point. Mr. Money sent John his money. We need you to come in later, we are partnering someone else with you.”

You frowned, and walked to the singular mattress at the corner of the room, sitting on it. Johnny followed, looking at his phone and giving you an “okay” sign that the caller did not lie. You were too busy pushing away any small rodents, the occasional bug from the bed. Johnny tried to sit next to you, furrowing his brows to read your expression.

“Do we have to split it or something? I thought he and I were always enough for you.” You said.

“You are, you are, well, uh, Sushi cannot make it.”

You scoffed, “John is much more than capable-,”

“I-uh, I don’t suggest trying to fight with, y’know, Dreamer’s orders.” 

You sighed loudly, this time just in mental pain. “Fine, whatever,”

“Come here at 16:30. Oh, remind yourself to tell John to stop snooping around our powder. Thanks.”

“Sorry, Vic.”

“Don’t mention it. See ya.”

You repeat the phrase, before hanging up.

You sighed deeply, blinking and laying against the bed.

Johnny laid next to you. He softly cleared his throat, looking at a message at his phone, before he craned his neck at you. “Wanna go out to eat?”

You tilt your head down, before smirking a little. “Well, I dunno Youngho, did I get shot?”

You and Johnny exchanged glances at each other, his eyes sure, a knot in your upper stomach, tightening slightly, as the door opened.

The Ripple was made up, essentially, with 7 people. The penthouse they owned was a part of the huge building they owned next to one of the only peaceful grounds, the Wavy Park, and the entire Western neighborhood as their personal territory. The men in question, were, Victory, Dreamer, Mr. Money, Sushi, Henry, Smalls, and Jewel. At least that’s what they called themselves.

The house was almost as big as the floor you and Johnny slept on, and instead of the horrid strong piss smell you were accustomed to, you instead smelled the first scent of oranges being peeled, and jasmine. Oh and with that alluring jasmine, you began to relax. The Ripple home always made you feel happy again.

“Ah, Y/n, John, we missed ya.” Jewel said, he had many piercings along his ears, and his eyes shone brightly as the gems he wore on his fingers. “You’re gonna love him.” Henry and Smalls took the duffel bags of the powder drugs, and started to move it to someplace upstairs, nodding at you both.

As always, Sushi was there to hug you and Johnny extremely tightly. Sushi was a big tall man with always a big enough smile to hold sushi in his mouth. He led you both to the main living area, as he sat down. Being the size he is, his knees popped out as if he was sitting in child furniture. Johnny smiled at him, “So, got any news for us about this new, partner?”

You nodded as Sushi thought, “Well, he’s pretty cool I guess! I know he likes to use katanas.”

Johnny widened his eyes, “He gets to use katanas?!”

You scoffed, obviously jealous, “That’s bullshit.”

“I guess,” you and Johnny turned immediately, before bowing your heads. Respect was a given, always, to the boss.

The Ripple commander, Mr. Money, had this sort of aura that said for you and Johnny to bow down, or else. Today he wore a suit, it being a dark greyish blue, and its flannel outline colours were traced with a flower pink, and lavender as he softly sighed. None of disappointment, at least from what you could tell.

“Good morning.” he said with bliss. “I see Victory told you everything?”

“Yes.” You and John muttered.

“Good, good, uh, Sushi, get their things ready. This job by the way, might as well be your last.”

You looked up now, and glared at your boss. You felt yourself get a little shy, yes it was his house but why didn’t he have a shirt- “Fuck no. Nuh uh. We spent nearly a fuckin decade with you. You cannot kick us out now!”

“Misunderstanding me is very much what I expected. However, it’s because, with Yuta,”

You looked around as you freeze. A man came in from behind, in the kitchen area. He was a bit younger than Johnny, with a few scars on his left cheek. He wore, what had, had to be an expensive suit. He wore silver chains that suited his bright red outfit, which almost the colour of your face. And, what raged you the most;

He held two katanas in each hand. He looked at you, and you realized he wore a light shade of makeup.

“He wants to work with us. With him, this job could be your last. It’ll be 17k, and you won’t even have to split.” Mr. Money gives Johnny the file. “Just come back when it’s done.”

Yuta blinked a little slowly as he bent down, to show like the Boss, he only had a small black shirt hiding his chest.

“Let’s do this well.” the man mumbled. To you or the boss, you had no idea.

You stared at him the entire way as he came to kneel and listen to the job. The knot in your stomach had redone itself, at least five times. You finally took your eyes away, and shook your head as you began to breathe normally.

Last job, you reminded yourself. This is the last job. And no way are you letting some, pretty boy assassin ruin it now. “So,” you crossed your arms. “What’s the assignment, John?”

[xottzot]

2018-09(SEP)-03st--September--Monday (later--a slight correction to my last post - and more NEWS info)...

2018-09(SEP)-03st--September--Monday (later--a slight correction to my last post - and more NEWS info)...

I was so utterly exhausted and tired (I still am) when I wrote and posted my last blog post and there's a couple of things I want to clarify....

I stated that Robert, he drinks and drives, and I also wrote more, but is TOTALLY WRONG that you might read what I wote and you would infer I might do the same. NEVER EVER WOULD I EVER DO THAT. Nor have I ever done that, drink and drive...especially since I barely drink AT ALL and have only very sparingly drank minor booze (which I hate and despise) simply sometimes on rare occasions to get me to sleep since the prescription pain pills to control my terrible pain aren't enough to control the pain anymore....MORE FUCKING HELL.....

You have to rememeber that he is so totally unlike me in every way, and it's been all my life that so many people and Police and authorities blame ME for shitty things he has done........

It also has to do with our names being confused by them, and perhaps, I think is also the fact I think he has used my name illegally and my identity, and portrays himself to others as being me just so he can do any of the shit he does...and doing so in person and especially over the phone......

SO DON'T BLAME ME FOR WHAT THE FUCKER DOES!

He HAS been caught and fined by Police for drunken driving...how many times I have no idea....how many OTHER shit things he has done I have no idea.....

He HAS answered the phone in the past and made out he is me just so he can covertly get information to use for his own shitty requirements......

He DOES steal mail for the same shit......his insanity......

He does NOTHING, but forever expects ME to do EVERYTHING.....

SO DON'T BLAME ME FOR WHAT THIS FUCKER DOES!

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And Trevor, don't blame ME for any thefts from your house that he has done whilst he has house-sitted for you and your wife and he has gone through your entire place whilst you have been gone for weeks.....

Myself and dear Fliss together TRIED to tell privately you and your wife YEARS AGO when the imbecile was getting so very much worse and violent and insane......

But you refused to listen to us or to understand what were saying and both dear Fliss and I just gave up since we had been victimsied so very much......

And it was yet ANOTHER factor in poor dear Fliss having a breakdown then....

AGAIN we had to suffer for trying to the right thing.....AGAIN!

BTW, he WILL read this and he WILL again get violent and vicious. Be warned. He HATES for ANYONE to know ANYTHING about HIM.

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In the 'local' NEWS there is a story about riots in Northam from detainees in a place there, and they have gone beserk and set fire to the place and everything....

Hence a LOT of Police and fire department shit has been travelling to and from there......

So...THIS time it's NOT the criminal and violent aboriginals that are to blame for all that, because in nearby Northam it's the 'illegal migrant detainees'......setting fire and smashing up the place.....as if criminal and violent and destructive aboriginals aren't enough to contend with everywhere......

It was in the Western Australian NEWS.

WA NEWS:---- 'They burned the whole place down': Fires lit at Yongah Hill Detention Centre during riot

https://thewest.com.au/news/7-news-update/they-burned-the-whole-place-down-fires-lit-at-yongah-hill-detention-centre-during-riot-bc-5830022531001

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northam%2C_Western_Australia#Yongah_Hill_Immigration_Detention_Centre

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Because I am in fucking HELL.....I expect that the ones responsible will be given homes about THIS HELLHOLE area to live in, maybe the very places the criminal abo's had and destroyed and were being re-built again, and so fit right in with the very criminal and very violent criminal aboriginals.........

....and so this hellhole area will be refreshed with new variations of hell.....

Months ago I strangely saw asians walking around WITH the criminal aboriginals before...and then just afterwards there was a huge riot in the street...of around 40-50 or more people........violence, smashes, screams, running about to and fro...REAL BAD VIOLENCE......

And I thought it strange that the Asians were asociating with the criminal aboriginals......

But the criminal aboriginals were so VERY much involved in crime and illegal drugs.........

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And people wonder why other people are falsley accused of being 'racist' when all they really want to do is live a quiet peaceful honest life...and all this sort of shit goes on.......

Everything is getting worse AGAIN....seasonally WORSE AGAIN.....

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I predict huge bushfires next......

Maybe deaths and destruction because of them?

....and more crime........

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Tumblr is still fucking me around........FFS.......

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A rare sight this morning before 9am......children going to the nearby school being escorted by parents/adults andor drug addicts? - And none of them were being accosted by criminal aboriginals......

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you.

[politicalmuisings]

Berkeley

As is going to be a theme with these rambles - be forewarned there’s going to be a lack of structure and this will mostly be stream-of-conscious style.

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What better way to start my musings than with what is arguably one of the most important things going on in America right now, the “protests” (read: riots) at Berkeley in California.

So first things first, holy shit. Politically motivated violence in the United States. I mean, this is the sort of shit you read about in third world hellholes. Or, well the 1970s, but still. “People upset with democratic election, begin riots and call for revolution”. Come on, you read that and your mind immediately went to someplace like Bosnia. Not freaking California. 

And Antifa, I mean my god talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face. Scream and shout all you want it doesn’t change the fact that this is not what the lead up to fascism looks like, it is not what fascism looks like, and it is certainly not what a fascist dictatorship looks like. 

I’m a Jewish male. I lost family in the holocaust. I grew up listening to stories about the rise of Hitler, about what fascism looks like. 

You want to know what the rise of Hitler looked like? It looked like politically motivated violence in the streets. It looked like the repression of “non-German” views. It looked like Kristallnacht. Literally translated, Kristallnacht means “night of broken glass”. 

Taking a look at Berkeley from the view of someone who was raised to always, always be aware that ‘it can happen here’ there’s only one side doing that. One side is breaking windows and glass. One side is deliberately trying to stop the other from speaking. One side is engaging in violence in support of their views. 

Give you three guesses as to which, first two don’t count. 

For the love of god the “Brown Berets”? Are you shitting me? Literal armed brown-shirts parading down the streets to silence other people’s views and you have the audacity to call the other side Nazis? I can’t tell if that’s just cognitive dissonance or if the radical left has completely lost all vestiges of common sense. 

It took a while for the literal armed brownshirts parading down the street bit to sink in for me, so if you’re still with me, read that again. No, seriously. Read that again.

Now quickly! Armed brownshirts, walking down the street, attempting to silence dissent. Sturmabteilung in Berlin, 1933 or Brown Berets, Phoenix 2017. 

I’m fully aware of the history of the Brown Berets and for the most part it’s a pretty standard workers rights, education reform, anti-war activism group. Yeah, the irony of an anti-war group open carrying rifles in support of a political goal is not lost on me.

Don’t even get me started on some of Antifa’s tactics. M80s? Glass bottles? We’re one hothead away from open warfare in the streets of Berkeley and these idiots don’t realize that the louder they scream to drown out the “alt-right” the more people start to wonder if the alt-right might not be worth listening to. 

“When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.”

Admittely it was GRRM who said that not some astute political commentator, but I think it applies pretty well here. This is the information age. I can call someone in Uzbekistan and talk in almost real time. “Counter-protesting” doesn’t work. Flat out, full stop. All that Antifa is accomplishing is making the alt-right look like the victims of repression. And they can scream and cry about denying fascists a platform, and how by counter protesting they deny the alt-right a voice.

Take a good hard look at the coverage of the violence. Even left-wing media organizations have trouble making it look like the pro-Trump crowd is anything but victims. The right-wing media is having a field day. This is a right-wing reporter’s wet dream for crying out loud. You’re not silencing their views, you’re giving them a megaphone and an audience. 

Now the real story is the Berkeley government’s actions. Or, well, their lack thereof. 

Let me set the scene. A bunch of people get together, and start beating the shit out of each-other, throwing fireworks, and generally rioting. The question on everyone’s minds is...

Where are the Berkeley Police? 

Well the answer is that we’re getting a prime look at the most corrupt institution in America, the city government. And I’m not just talking out of my ass here, city government is, bar none, the most corrupt institution in America. Now obviously some cities are worse than others, and some I assume are even relatively corruption free, but the problem is that as soon as the administration changes the opportunity for corruption comes knocking on the door even on the heels of the most noble and least corrupt administration to grace the city in its entire history. 

The potential for corruption can roughly be determined as a score out of ten via Klitgaard’s formula.  C = M + D – A, or corruption equals monopoly plus discretion minus accountability. There’s been a lot of arguments over whether or not this formula is worth using, but I’ve considered and written on those in no small length in various essays for a couple different classes. Suffice it to say, I disagree, Klitgaard is awesome, onto the show.

Give monopoly, discretion, and accountability a rating 1-5. The outcome is the corruption index. It’s not perfect, but it’s as good as we can get for an entirely subjective measurement. 

Berkeley Police are being ordered not to interfere with the riots. Ordered, by the Police Commissioner who is appointed by the Mayor. So, the Mayor of Berkeley. We’ll give that position the following scores. 

Monopoly? 5. There’s nobody to second guess their decisions other than the State Government, which rarely interferes.

Discretion? 3.5. The Mayor has a lot of leeway but is bound by laws. 

Accountability? Hm, let’s go with a 2. The Democratic Party has held the Mayoral seat in Berkeley for the last 20 years, and that’s just what I can find records for. The Democratic Nominee is almost assured victory, and so long as that is true then accountability is low, because there’s little chance of losing the election. 

So Berkeley has a potential for corruption equal to roughly, 6.5/10. For context your average soulless corporation has a score of 5 (while operating in a western country, for other countries ymmv).

Now we’re seeing this in action, when the Mayor of Berkeley watches cheerfully as radical nutjobs beat down people in his streets, for the horrific crime of supporting the duly elected President of the United States. 

Call me crazy but I think that’s pretty fucked up.

And because I’m tired I won’t go into the horrific damage this is doing to the Berkeley Police Department and the almost guaranteed eventual effects on the city which are entirely nonpartisan. I will however say, expect to see a spike in the murder rate in Berkeley for the next three or so years.