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ANTIFA / Antifascist Action / Antifaschistische Aktion - The anti-fascist gang with fascist tendencies
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No, I could totally bait you into a slapfight if I wanted to.
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Talking out your ass, I see. Google Eric Banks.
The only reason Antifa's body count is relatively low is a combination of tactics and sheer incompetence.
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If you succeed that means you re a master baiter
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My god, you're right. I meant to write "antifa are the most dangerous, bloodthirsty mongrels roaming freely while decent Americans wait for an unresponsive government to do something." Thanks for enlightening me.Talking out your ass, I see. Google Eric Banks.
The only reason Antifa's body count is relatively low is a combination of tactics and sheer incompetence.
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Antifa are really Communists but they don't call themselves that. They call themselves antifa and say they're against Nazis because everyone hates Nazis. Nazis don't usually call themselves Nazis, either, although they're slightly more likely to. They call themselves anti-Communists, because everyone hates Communists. The main thing they have in common is everyone hates both of them.
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Part me of wants an actual Nazi to become president (which would require a constitutional amendment letting a foreign born national become president) just to ask if the liberals if they are happy now.
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Already happened. Drumpf is German, duh.
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Has to be German born to qualify as real Nazi. Nazi is not right wing it is left wing ideology.
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Antifa are all radical leftists. We could waste our time on semantics whether they're the libertarian or authoritarian variant, but yes, Antifa purposely call themselves anti-Fascists because it obfuscates their broader political platform. Being upfront, like Fascists are wont to do, estranges just about everyone but the most "dedicated" (ie: ideologically pure), so lefties have to curtail their views to an extent since they're trying to reach the broadest spectrum of people possible. Everyone except for rich white males, of course. Once a political climate is more favorable to their ideology, then they can bare their fangs, but for now, they're playing the part of noble defenders of democracy.
I am aware they're of a Marxist bent. The video I linked describe who they consider a fascist. Liberals, Libertarian, Satanist, Christian, Capitalist, Polytheists. It a long list.
The fact how organized 2017 antifa and how wide they are vs antifa of 1980s or 1990s were makes me go bit into tin foil hat mode. I can't help thinking there are some big players behind them because of it.
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Please, they aren't coordinated at all, there's no command and control structure to speak of, they're just a mix of various lefty idiots (naive kids, preachy academics, Republican-haters) who feel emboldened in the current climate where the MSM made it seem like Hillary was a shoe-in (therefore her defeat was illegitimate) and social media allows you to whip one another into a frenzy by letting you keep inconvenient truths (the public doesn't give a fuck and once you start breaking windows they will align against you) far far away..... There's no great conspiracy driving ANTIFA anymore than the radicals of the 60's, in fact, you could say it's just history repeating itself, kids thinking they can make a living at being revolutionaries instead of getting jobs.... egged on by idealogues, and ultimately undone by the fact any such movement eventually picks up professional malcontents who care not for the message, just the brick throwing, and it all goes down in FBI raids.
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Right. The antifa crowd is dependent on a meat shield of more or less unknowledgeable people who do not necessarily know or expect that the antifa element is going to start violence, then run away like cowards when caught and try to melt back into the moderate crowd, who are the ones who catch the actual beatings. Or at least that's the idea.
This is why even a group like BLM itself, known for some violence, doesn't want them around any more. They don't want their heads bashed in with truncheons, or to be shot, because whitey feels like playing dress up as a revolutionary.
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And this is why Antifa are despicable to the core. We've discussed accelerationism before, but for Antifa, they hope the police beatings on the non-Antifa protestors "on their side" would radicalize them into joining their LARPy fuck party. Of course, as @Alec Benson Leary mentioned earlier, no one is going to drop all their priorities to become 24/7 activists at the drop of a hat, but they figure the handful of people they catch make it all worthwhile. And what better way to give police bad press than to film them bludgeoning those peaceful protestors?
The biggest losers are the people simply out there for a cause.
Indeed. I mentioned this earlier in this thread, but Antifa are about as "autonomous" (ie: decentralized and disorganized) as your average Animal Liberation Front cell. The composite is an eclectic mix of hipster hobbyists, crust punk squatters, career revolutionaries and other amateur shit-stirrers. Collective incompetence from all that dead weight prevents them from being more dangerous. If Antifa could accomplish anything tangible beyond hooliganism, then I'd have grudging respect for them.
On another note, there's a comic that encapsulates everything wrong with Antifa:
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This is everyone who listed "antifa" as one of their fetishes on fetlife.
https://fetlife.com/fetishes/115270/kinksters
So far I think my favorite is PrincessPansyPad, a diaper loving weeaboo brony tranny. Some of his other listed fetishes include "people who care about social justice", "patriarchy smashing", "juggalos" and "cuckoldry". https://fetlife.com/users/1030904
This angry troon is also amusing. On their profile ChasersGetGulag talks about smashing capitalism and hating the police, but they're a submissive masochist who loves being degraded.
https://fetlife.com/users/3139049
https://fetlife.com/fetishes/115270/kinksters
So far I think my favorite is PrincessPansyPad, a diaper loving weeaboo brony tranny. Some of his other listed fetishes include "people who care about social justice", "patriarchy smashing", "juggalos" and "cuckoldry". https://fetlife.com/users/1030904
This angry troon is also amusing. On their profile ChasersGetGulag talks about smashing capitalism and hating the police, but they're a submissive masochist who loves being degraded.
https://fetlife.com/users/3139049
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Alt-right brings up nothing. Most kinksters seem to be leftists.
Entering Trump as a search term brings up some fetishes like "not fucking Trump supporters", "assassinating Trump", "punching Trump in the nutsack" and "butt trumpeting" (I guess that means farts). Here's the list of people who listed "Donald Trump" as a fetish. Strangely enough, they mostly seem to be hot girls. https://fetlife.com/fetishes/231128
Only 9 people are into "Making America Great Again" but they don't seem very weird. I did spot a guy who's into watersports and wrote "NORMIES GET OUT, REEEEE!" on his profile, though.
https://fetlife.com/fetishes/1059413
https://fetlife.com/users/2273754
8 people are into Pepe the frog. The weirdest is probably JayDeviant, a 40 year old edgelord who's super into Trump and dead bodies.
https://fetlife.com/fetishes/1074120/kinksters
https://fetlife.com/users/7182964
Nervously, Texas Senator Ted Cruz sat outside of the Oval Office. He stared at his shoes, tried to clear his mind, but was unable. From inside, he could hear the sounds of President Donald Trump yelling and cursing, having a terrible fit, though the exact content was lost other than the occasional, "...you fucking loser..!" "...a goddamned imbecile is what you are! Get out! You're finished..!"
Finally, the door to the Oval Office opened, and out ran an aide - an ex-aide by the look of it - sniffling and red in the face, clearly holding back tears.
Senator Cruz heard some laughter coming from his left. There sat President Trump's personal secretary, a young, beautiful woman who couldn't have been more than twenty. She was smiling widely and recrossing her legs from behind her desk. She clearly enjoyed watching the aide's anguish as he had strode past.
"Missy, baby, who's next on my schedule?" came Trump's voice from her phone.
She flashed Ted Cruz another smile, "That would be Senator Cruz, Don- I mean, Mister President."
"Great! I'm on fire this morning! Send that loser in!"
Missy giggled and hung up the phone. "The president will see you now, Senator."
Ted Cruz gulped and stood. Summoning all of his confidence, he walked into the Oval Office and shut the door behind him.
Inside, he found the President leaning back in his chair, feet up on his desk, smoking a cigar. "Ted, buddy, have a seat, please!" beckoned the president.
"Th-thank you."
"Now, no need to be nervous! I know you and I haven't always seen eye-to-eye on everything, but I want America to see that we have a unified front!"
"Yes, sir!" said Cruz, perking up a bit.
"Now, during the campaign I may have said a few things about that wife of yours... let's see..." He had taken out his phone and was scrolling through his twitter feed. "That's right! I called her a fat cow that even a drunk Mexican wouldn't fuck. Ha, that was a good one! People loved that one! They even started putting pictures of your wife's face onto a cow and started a whole meme around that! Haha! Boy, no wonder you lost, huh? And to think you have to go home to that cow, god, that must be torture, am I right?"
Ted grew redder and redder in the face. "Mister President.... I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about my wife..."
"Or what?!" Donald Trump suddenly stood up and marched around the desk, came straight up to Ted Cruz with stunning forcefulness, "What are you going to do abut it, you little bitch? Are you gonna cry, like that aide I just fired? The fact is, I call the shots around here now, and if I say your wife is a fat cow, she is, you understand me?"
Now it was Ted's turn to stand up. "Mister President, you don't seem to..."
"Shut the fuck up, Ted, or you're finished in Washington! Here's what you're going to do. You're going to publicly state that I was right all along, that your wife is fat, and ugly and worthless, and that you would give anything for one feel of Melania's tits. And if you don't, not only are you finished, but your whole family is finished. We'll rake you through the mud so bad you won't be able to see straight!"
"B-but..."
"Let me give you a little demonstration since you don't seem to be getting it." Trump pressed a button on his phone. "Missy, get your ass in here now!"
The doors to the office opened, and his secretary stood there, looking absolutely stunning. She had long, bare legs... her black skirt barely came down past her ass. She had large breasts spilling out from her blouse. "Yes, sir?"
"Come over here, Missy, baby. Stand beside me. I think our friend the Senator isn't quite understanding me."
SHe giggled and came over next to the Trump, so that they both stood facing poor Ted Cruz. Trump's hands immediately began fondling Missy's chest and ass.
"Missy here is a 10. An absolute 10. Her tits are sensational, she's thin, she gives head like you wouldn't believe. She's a 10. Say that with me. Missy is a 10."
Gritting his teeth, Ted Cruz said, "Missy. Is. A. 10."
"...and my wife is a fat cow."
But Ted Cruz said nothing.
Sighing, Donald Trump brought up a picture on his phone and showed it to Missy. "Missy, what do you see here?"
"Oh my god, she's so ugly! Yuck!"
"Exactly, that ugly woman is this man's wife. But he seems to be confused about that."
She giggled some more and Donald's strong hands massaged her massive tits. "...I want you right now...." she moaned in his ear.
Donald Trump smiled, returned to his chair behind his desk. Missy got down beneath his desk, unzipped his pants and got to work sucking him off.
"You see, in this presidency, we only work with the finest looking people, and failing that, people who do as they're told. Missy here does as she's told. And you do, too, Ted. I want you to make that tweet and I want you to make it before I blow my fat load in Missy's 19 year old mouth. If you don't, you're out, and I'll to it that your wife gets a very nasty surprise in the near future, heh heh heh." He picked up his cigar and began puffing at it.
"Better hurry, Teddy Bear. Missy's got some wicked lips, I can't hold out forever..."
Perspiring, and holding back teas, Ted Cruz brought out his phone and sen tout the tweet, just as Trump had commanded. Yes, his wife would be upset, but he would just have to explain to her that he had no choice... Trump was the boss now. And what Trump wanted, Trump got.
"Fuck yeah! Fuck year!" yelled Trump.
Missy stood up from behind the desk. Her blouse was undone and her large tits hung out. Gobs of thick cum dribbled down the corners of her mouth, dripped on her bouncy tits.
She smiled at Cruz as she buttoned up. "Too bad you didn't win," she said to him as she walked past him and out the door.
"Get lost, Ted. I'll call you when I need you." Trump breathed heavy, reached for his cigar. My, it was good to be president.
Finally, the door to the Oval Office opened, and out ran an aide - an ex-aide by the look of it - sniffling and red in the face, clearly holding back tears.
Senator Cruz heard some laughter coming from his left. There sat President Trump's personal secretary, a young, beautiful woman who couldn't have been more than twenty. She was smiling widely and recrossing her legs from behind her desk. She clearly enjoyed watching the aide's anguish as he had strode past.
"Missy, baby, who's next on my schedule?" came Trump's voice from her phone.
She flashed Ted Cruz another smile, "That would be Senator Cruz, Don- I mean, Mister President."
"Great! I'm on fire this morning! Send that loser in!"
Missy giggled and hung up the phone. "The president will see you now, Senator."
Ted Cruz gulped and stood. Summoning all of his confidence, he walked into the Oval Office and shut the door behind him.
Inside, he found the President leaning back in his chair, feet up on his desk, smoking a cigar. "Ted, buddy, have a seat, please!" beckoned the president.
"Th-thank you."
"Now, no need to be nervous! I know you and I haven't always seen eye-to-eye on everything, but I want America to see that we have a unified front!"
"Yes, sir!" said Cruz, perking up a bit.
"Now, during the campaign I may have said a few things about that wife of yours... let's see..." He had taken out his phone and was scrolling through his twitter feed. "That's right! I called her a fat cow that even a drunk Mexican wouldn't fuck. Ha, that was a good one! People loved that one! They even started putting pictures of your wife's face onto a cow and started a whole meme around that! Haha! Boy, no wonder you lost, huh? And to think you have to go home to that cow, god, that must be torture, am I right?"
Ted grew redder and redder in the face. "Mister President.... I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about my wife..."
"Or what?!" Donald Trump suddenly stood up and marched around the desk, came straight up to Ted Cruz with stunning forcefulness, "What are you going to do abut it, you little bitch? Are you gonna cry, like that aide I just fired? The fact is, I call the shots around here now, and if I say your wife is a fat cow, she is, you understand me?"
Now it was Ted's turn to stand up. "Mister President, you don't seem to..."
"Shut the fuck up, Ted, or you're finished in Washington! Here's what you're going to do. You're going to publicly state that I was right all along, that your wife is fat, and ugly and worthless, and that you would give anything for one feel of Melania's tits. And if you don't, not only are you finished, but your whole family is finished. We'll rake you through the mud so bad you won't be able to see straight!"
"B-but..."
"Let me give you a little demonstration since you don't seem to be getting it." Trump pressed a button on his phone. "Missy, get your ass in here now!"
The doors to the office opened, and his secretary stood there, looking absolutely stunning. She had long, bare legs... her black skirt barely came down past her ass. She had large breasts spilling out from her blouse. "Yes, sir?"
"Come over here, Missy, baby. Stand beside me. I think our friend the Senator isn't quite understanding me."
SHe giggled and came over next to the Trump, so that they both stood facing poor Ted Cruz. Trump's hands immediately began fondling Missy's chest and ass.
"Missy here is a 10. An absolute 10. Her tits are sensational, she's thin, she gives head like you wouldn't believe. She's a 10. Say that with me. Missy is a 10."
Gritting his teeth, Ted Cruz said, "Missy. Is. A. 10."
"...and my wife is a fat cow."
But Ted Cruz said nothing.
Sighing, Donald Trump brought up a picture on his phone and showed it to Missy. "Missy, what do you see here?"
"Oh my god, she's so ugly! Yuck!"
"Exactly, that ugly woman is this man's wife. But he seems to be confused about that."
She giggled some more and Donald's strong hands massaged her massive tits. "...I want you right now...." she moaned in his ear.
Donald Trump smiled, returned to his chair behind his desk. Missy got down beneath his desk, unzipped his pants and got to work sucking him off.
"You see, in this presidency, we only work with the finest looking people, and failing that, people who do as they're told. Missy here does as she's told. And you do, too, Ted. I want you to make that tweet and I want you to make it before I blow my fat load in Missy's 19 year old mouth. If you don't, you're out, and I'll to it that your wife gets a very nasty surprise in the near future, heh heh heh." He picked up his cigar and began puffing at it.
"Better hurry, Teddy Bear. Missy's got some wicked lips, I can't hold out forever..."
Perspiring, and holding back teas, Ted Cruz brought out his phone and sen tout the tweet, just as Trump had commanded. Yes, his wife would be upset, but he would just have to explain to her that he had no choice... Trump was the boss now. And what Trump wanted, Trump got.
"Fuck yeah! Fuck year!" yelled Trump.
Missy stood up from behind the desk. Her blouse was undone and her large tits hung out. Gobs of thick cum dribbled down the corners of her mouth, dripped on her bouncy tits.
She smiled at Cruz as she buttoned up. "Too bad you didn't win," she said to him as she walked past him and out the door.
"Get lost, Ted. I'll call you when I need you." Trump breathed heavy, reached for his cigar. My, it was good to be president.
I also found a group for Trump supporters. There may be weirdos in there.
https://fetlife.com/groups/137003/
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Or they're just smart enough to not list their political affiliation.