You can't teach Women to deny their biological imperative. Marketing companies have already figured out that Women are far more receptive to marketing than Men over several studies from the 1980's until the early 2000's. Marketing companies know that they can appeal to Womens emotions in all media and advertising, with a minor loss in Male viewership and spending.
You can teach women to be aware of their biological imperative and not to trust their emotions. Fairytales tell us we should follow our hearts but in real life that's a shitty philosophy.
An Antifa "medic" posted this firsthand account of being teargassed by the ARNG. I've been teargassed so I know it's irritating, but she's presenting it like they're firing incendiary munitions on the crowd. Even knowing that's not true, the image of anarchists writhing around in agony is indescribably erotic to me. Given the lurid attention to detail, I think it's erotic to her, too. I fully expect the industry to turn this sort of oppression porn into literal oppression porn. The National Guardsman detains the black-clad anarchist, marches her into a tent, strips her and decontaminates her--this will be the plot of a thousand pornographic vignettes.
"THIRTY SECOND WARNING."
It was the last thing I heard over communications before I heard the scream. And then silence.
It was followed by loud booms. A crowd of people screaming as all we could do was watch people running to us needing help. I couldn't reach my team. I couldn't ensure that they were safe and okay. People were desperate for relief. Hands and legs were bleeding. One man had been hit so bad he was bleeding from his ear.
Our team made it back to regroup, one covered in gas who'd also been hit in the head. We doused her in neutralizer. The wave died down. We thought we were safe.
We weren't.
A window broke the street over from us, and we immediately started gathering supplies for what we thought would be people coming in needing aid. As I was loading up my car, the burning started. My eyes slammed shut. I couldn't see. I was reaching out for anyone to grab onto, but I was out in the open. The gas was being deployed indiscriminately. People stood on the sidewalk yelling "WE ARE MEDICS! WE ARE MEDICS!" They didn't care.
We had to abandon our supplies, some folks their vehicles, and immediately get to safety. We couldn't help anyone. We had no way to help anyone, because we were all compromised. As I drove off, I looked at the open container of fresh broccoli comrades had brought to feed our medics and keep us energized. I watched the haze move over everything we'd built and worked on for three days. And I was terrified for the people we couldn't help now, that were left out there hurting and in need and unable to seek aid.
The national guard did this. Your friends. Your siblings. Your cousins. Your parents. They deployed, on non-combative medics, illegal warfare. On their own families. Their neighbors.
My heart is just...so unbelievably heavy. I'll never be able to get the sound of that scream out of my head. Or the way my throat burned. Or the writhing bodies of my friends of color as they cried out for relief from tear gas.
The state doesn't care about you. They don't care about black lives.
Abolish the fucking state. There's gotta be a better fucking world than this.
This is clearly propaganda, but it was forwarded to me by a knowledgeable person so I believe these events did occur after a fashion. It is not, however, particularly good propaganda. It depicts the Antifa "medics" as ineffective--as they surely are--running away and abandoning their patients at the first sign of danger. In that Guard unit there were medics and combat lifesavers who would have rushed through tear gas and live fire to drag someone to cover, treat their most serious injuries, then defend them until a MEDEVAC arrived or they could assemble a stretcher and carry them out. Antifa "medics" go home because they're coughing and their eyes sting.
The rest of her posts just made me sad. She's using the protests to beg for money and clothes. She had a scholarship to study colonialism, gender, and tea in Kenya, but that fell through because of COVID. I can't tell if she's actually employed or if she's an internet busker. She's clearly lacking opportunities due to a combination of unfortunate circumstances and bad life choices. That doesn't excuse her actions (or her cowardice), but it would make an interesting character study. If David Simon ever did a 6th season of The Wire, he could explore how low-income dangerhairs are radicalized and recruited into anarchist movements.
Buzz off
If you do come here you have to take a politics quiz
And since it's been proven that progressives don't understand how conservatives think, it's foolproof.
I know this tweet has been posted before with the picture of soldiers guarding the Lincoln Memorial. Just look at the comments, these assholes's kids vandalized monuments and now they acting like this is the Handmaid's tale or military dictatorship.
They're saying the same thing too about storming the White House when Trump was in his bunker: they were claiming to be revolutionaries storming the Bastille.
You can teach women to be aware of their biological imperative and not to trust their emotions. Fairytales tell us we should follow our hearts but in real life that's a shitty philosophy.
They're saying the same thing too about storming the White House when Trump was in his bunker: they were claiming to be revolutionaries storming the Bastille.
What the fuck is going on? I bet none of them even know how to do CPR and yet they went out to LARP anyways. Dogpile on the dude and freak the fuck out; that'll help him.
An Antifa "medic" posted this firsthand account of being teargassed by the ARNG. I've been teargassed so I know it's irritating, but she's presenting it like they're firing incendiary munitions on the crowd. Even knowing that's not true, the image of anarchists writhing around in agony is indescribably erotic to me. Given the lurid attention to detail, I think it's erotic to her, too. I fully expect the industry to turn this sort of oppression porn into literal oppression porn. The National Guardsman detains the black-clad anarchist, marches her into a tent, strips her and decontaminates her--this will be the plot of a thousand pornographic vignettes.
It was the last thing I heard over communications before I heard the scream. And then silence.
It was followed by loud booms. A crowd of people screaming as all we could do was watch people running to us needing help. I couldn't reach my team. I couldn't ensure that they were safe and okay. People were desperate for relief. Hands and legs were bleeding. One man had been hit so bad he was bleeding from his ear.
Our team made it back to regroup, one covered in gas who'd also been hit in the head. We doused her in neutralizer. The wave died down. We thought we were safe.
We weren't.
A window broke the street over from us, and we immediately started gathering supplies for what we thought would be people coming in needing aid. As I was loading up my car, the burning started. My eyes slammed shut. I couldn't see. I was reaching out for anyone to grab onto, but I was out in the open. The gas was being deployed indiscriminately. People stood on the sidewalk yelling "WE ARE MEDICS! WE ARE MEDICS!" They didn't care.
We had to abandon our supplies, some folks their vehicles, and immediately get to safety. We couldn't help anyone. We had no way to help anyone, because we were all compromised. As I drove off, I looked at the open container of fresh broccoli comrades had brought to feed our medics and keep us energized. I watched the haze move over everything we'd built and worked on for three days. And I was terrified for the people we couldn't help now, that were left out there hurting and in need and unable to seek aid.
The national guard did this. Your friends. Your siblings. Your cousins. Your parents. They deployed, on non-combative medics, illegal warfare. On their own families. Their neighbors.
My heart is just...so unbelievably heavy. I'll never be able to get the sound of that scream out of my head. Or the way my throat burned. Or the writhing bodies of my friends of color as they cried out for relief from tear gas.
The state doesn't care about you. They don't care about black lives.
Abolish the fucking state. There's gotta be a better fucking world than this.
This is clearly propaganda, but it was forwarded to me by a knowledgeable person so I believe these events did occur after a fashion. It is not, however, particularly good propaganda. It depicts the Antifa "medics" as ineffective--as they surely are--running away and abandoning their patients at the first sign of danger. In that Guard unit there were medics and combat lifesavers who would have rushed through tear gas and live fire to drag someone to cover, treat their most serious injuries, then defend them until a MEDEVAC arrived or they could assemble a stretcher and carry them out. Antifa "medics" go home because they're coughing and their eyes sting.
The rest of her posts just made me sad. She's using the protests to beg for money and clothes. She had a scholarship to study colonialism, gender, and tea in Kenya, but that fell through because of COVID. I can't tell if she's actually employed or if she's an internet busker. She's clearly lacking opportunities due to a combination of unfortunate circumstances and bad life choices. That doesn't excuse her actions (or her cowardice), but it would make an interesting character study. If David Simon ever did a 6th season of The Wire, he could explore how low-income dangerhairs are radicalized and recruited into anarchist movements.
