Valin Hess: So what shall we toast to, boys? I can blather on about “To health” or “To success,” but I’d like to do somethin’ a little less rote. Where you from, Brown Eyes?Migs Mayfield: How ’bout a toast to Operation Cinder?
Hess: Now there’s a man who knows his history.
Mayfield: No, I don’t just know it. I lived it. I was in Burnin Konn.
Hess: Burnin Konn?
Mayfield: Mmm.
Hess: That was a hard day. I had to make many unpleasant decisions.
Mayfield: Yes, you did. Entire city gone in moments, along with everybody in it. We lost our whole division that day. Man, that was like 5-10,000 people.Hess: Yep. All heroes of the Empire.
Mayfield: Yeah. And all dead.
Hess: Well, it’s a small sacrifice for the greater good, son.
Mayfield: Depends on who you ask, don’t you think?
Hess: [irritated] What you gettin’ at, trooper?
Mayfield: All those people, the ones who died, was it good for them? Hmm? Their families? The guys I served with? Civilians, those poor mud scuffers, died defending their homes, fighting for freedom. Was it good for them? Hess: But we’ve outlasted them, son. They’re eating themselves alive. The New Republic is in complete disarray, and we grow stronger. You see, with the rhydonium you’ve delivered, we can create havoc that’s gonna make Burnin Konn pale by comparison. And then they’re gonna turn to us once again. You see, boys, everybody thinks they want freedom, but what they really want is order. And when they realize that, they’re gonna welcome us back with open arms. Ah. To the Empire.
[Mayfield chuckles, then fires a blaster at Hess' chest, killing him instantly. He and Mando then shoot their way out of the mess hall] ~From The Mandalorian, Season 2, Ep. 7 "The Believer"
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We've got to take the neighborhood back. We've got to go in there. Just forget telling your child to go to the Peace Corps. It's right around the corner. It's standing on the corner. It can't speak English. It doesn't want to speak English. I can't even talk the way these people talk. "Why you ain't where you is go." I don't know who these people are. And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. Then I heard the father talk. This is all in the house. You used to talk a certain way on the corner and you got into the house and switched to English. Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can't land a plane with "why you ain't…". You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth. There is no Bible that has that kind of language. Where did these people get the idea that they're moving ahead on this? Well, they know they're not, they're just hanging out in the same place, five or six generations sitting in the projects when you're just supposed to stay there long enough to get a job and move out. ~Bill Cosby, the "Pound Cake" speech.
I saw this the other night.
Erika Kirk literally trying to look like an Imperial officer from Star Wars.
Oh, right.
Because these idiots think they are the Empire from Star Wars, not because they have any sincere devotion to anything, least of all Order or The Dark Side of the Force, but because half of them cannot function outside of some kind of hierarchical or mental box and the other half think this bullshit is funny somehow.
And note that both, for differing reasons, are utterly terrified of having to make their own choices, or of Other People...or both.
Worse, all of these people would rather burn America down, or break it into several more countries...than simply share it with people that are already their fellow citizens and have been for far longer than living memory.
Anything but "Love Thy Neighbor" I guess.
Actually, it's probably worse than that. It's that these fucking CHUDs don't even see other people as people.
No, not even when it's their own.
Much less anybody else. Let alone when it's anybody different from them.
To the point, I think, where these people are becoming anti-Human in general, or as I said during COVID-19, the Vichy Humans.
[Caprica-Cavil and Galactica-Cavil are in an airlock, about to be executed]
- Caprica-Cavil: Is there a Resurrection Ship within range?
- Galactica-Cavil: Yes, brother. But first we're gonna die in a vacuum.
- Caprica-Cavil: There's a 170 foot long launch tube in front of us. We might die of our injuries before we get to the vacuum.
- Galactica-Cavil: I don't like you.
- Caprica-Cavil: I understand that.
- Galactica-Cavil: Do you really believe it was a mistake to attack the humans?
- Caprica-Cavil: Rather intensely, yes.
- Galactica-Cavil: You know that when we download amongst the others your strange ideas will be shouted down.
- Caprica-Cavil: Ideas always seem strange until you try them on, brother. We had a temper-tantrum in the form of a cataclysm because we wanted them to treasure us, the Ones, more than humanity. More than their own history and blood.
- Galactica-Cavil: We didn't want to be loved. We wanted to be treated fairly.
- Caprica-Cavil: We wanted to be held to a bosom. To be petted and perfumed and told we were the princes of the universe.
- Galactica-Cavil: Yes, well if the humans were gone-
- Caprica-Cavil: Our parents would mourn them. They'd love them more anyway.
- Galactica-Cavil: I'm going to see to it that you get boxed. And then I'm going to prepare to wipe out humanity once and for all.
- Caprica-Cavil: The anticipation is very unpleasant.
- Galactica-Cavil: Yes.
- [Caprica-Cavil offers his hand, Galactica-Cavil looks at it and accepts it. Galactica-Cavil closes his eyes while Caprica-Cavil keeps looking. They are then airlocked.]
- ~From Battlestar Galactica: The Plan
Let me put it another way.
Last summer it came as more than a little bit of a shock to me when my (now former) surviving best friend (there were originally two) treated my ex-girlfriend (now again-partner) like a prospective sexual appliance and very crudely so, while being fully aware of an imbalance of power between him and her. He knew if I found out about it, I'd think that was wrong and I'd be pissed. He did it anyway. When called out on it, he lied. I hate liars.
20 years ago we were all coworkers on Third Shift at a casino, We were all in the same gaming group, the three of us and a few other people and she dated m late best friend. We freaking lived to screw with other people and all of us were fully Third Shift food-service-grade Mean. She was my roommate, then my girlfriend, then just my roommate again. We all bickered back and forth constantly but we had each other's backs. If some outsider gave one of us a hard time...God Himself could not help that person...cuz they got the Wrath from all of us.
And while I held her to standards too, at times (and in some cases she's still kind of sore at me about that) I was also very protective of her despite knowing that she didn't exactly need me to be.
My former friend had the nerve to be surprised when I told him if I ever heard of him doing anything like that again, I was gonna fuck him up. This despite the fact that he literally saw me, over the years, get in other dudes faces similarly and for a hell of a lot less...including in his own house when I about came over the table at somebody who was being an asshole to the lady in our (then larger) gaming group. But then, I rather suspect that was before he started marinating his brain in Manosphere bullshit on a larger scale than we all had before. Because yes, back in the day we were all fans of people like Joe Rogan and Howard Stern in their original iterations and we all (including my partner the second time we dated and for the year or so we danced around the idea first, LOL) had our Sirius XM subscriptions and got into Podcasts and shit when that got big.
But along the way, both before and during the whole Trump thing, a lot of us fell off the conservative Bro Culture train, for me it was simply that I became a Democrat in 2008 and after the old guard changed out at work and my best friend died in 2012 the culture of my job changed with an influx of new and diverse people.
For me part of it was disgust at the right-wing reaction to Obama.
Another larger part was simply the natural flow of things.
Good.
Because if all this racism and religious crap is what Republicanism is, then I don't want anything to do with it.
Because by the way, even as a conservative Christian Republican I was taught that kind of crap was wrong. Red Brown Yellow Black and White they are precious in His Sight, yo.
More deeply, as I often say "Either you believe in Freedom or you don't."
But if These Fucking People are against all your other freedoms, they're going to eventually be against your Freedom to Believe according to sound doctrine, or the dictates of your Conscience, or however you see fit. These CHUDs don't want to post the Ten Commandments in classrooms because they want them obeyed, they think it furthers the Evangelical "Brand" or shows their political power or some shit.
And that motivation matters when Trump is pretty much one more manic fit from trying to declare himself God. This stuff is Antichrist.
If we wanna stop this crap, it's going to come down to a fight.
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There's a man goin' 'round takin' names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around
… Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
~Johnny Cash, The Man Comes Around.
Nameless One: “Shadow of this life?”
Dhall, Dustman scribe: “Yes, a shadow. You see, Restless One, this life is not real. Your life, my life, they are shadows, flickerings of what life once was. This life is where we end up after we die, and here we remain. Trapped, caged, until we can achieve the True Death.”
Nameless One: “True Death?”
Dhall, Dustman scribe: “True death is non-existence. A state devoid of reason, of passion, of sensation.” [Dhall coughs] “A state of purity.”
Nameless One: Sounds like oblivion, why would anyone would want that?
~from the D&D video game Planescape Torment
