I don’t talk to my family anymore because I’m too busy reading WEFSLAVE69’s Facebook posts

I struggle with these thoughts probably weekly or at least twice a month. And my in-laws definitely live rent-free in my head, which they probably shouldnât, because I donât know if they support social housing protections.
This actually all started in 2015, the night before I got married. Regrettably, friends and family got together to go drinking the night before my wedding (I only regret this because I wish I had slept more and not been puffy the day I got married and itâs actually a sort of yucky way to spend the night before your wedding. . .).
During this outing, I met my soon-to-be brother-in-law’s new girlfriend, Roberta (using fake names). Now, I had met this brother, Lawrence, not more than twice before this. Once at an airport layover for thirty minutes, and maybe another time that I canât remember. He seemed nice enough. . . Into traveling and mildly extreme sports like scuba diving. He loved Cuba and hated America. I thought it was funny and interesting, at first, and I can always empathize with and understand dislike and resentment, and even hatred of the US. I just respected his opinion on it, let it go, and tolerated his digs and demeaning remarks aimed at Americans and the United States, which were inescapable points when talking to him.
However, the night before my wedding to his little brother, he and Roberta decided to go into an entire joint speech about the evils, ills, stupidity, and greed, of not only the United States and Americans, but of capitalism, too. And capitalism, I learned, originated not from Europe, colonization, the industrial revolution, or slavery; nor from the Neolithic Revolution, as I personally lean towards believing, but rather how capitalism actually originated in the United States⊠Really wonderful discussions the first time youâre meeting someone and joining their family the next morning.
Roberta, for her part, by now, is probably around 47 years old. And immigrated as an adult from a former state of the USSR. So, the cold war beliefs are pretty intense. I tried to be lenient and understanding and asked questions about her growing up in the USSR, life in Germany, which is where they both live, and tried the entire night to frame their perspectives as simply resultant of different cultures and age. How could they not hate America when she grew up in the USSR? Isnât that what theyâre âtaughtâ? Donât we teach similar judgments? And heâs French, which, there are tons of stereotypes about French Hating Americans, and he loves Che Guerva, so. . . Itâs almost clichĂ© that they hate me. . . Without even knowing me, simply because I’m American..
After the entire night of diatribe after diatribe against fat, stupid, greedy, war-mongering, capitalist swine Americans, I eventually tearfully asked if they didnât want me to marry F. since Iâm American. The incident marked me so deeply because they giddily smiled and replied, barely containing what I can only consider a kind of passive-aggressive sadism, with âWhat?!!? No!! Itâs fine!! đ đ đâ. Zero care for the fact that they were making me cry, zero regard for the fact his brother apparently loved me enough to marry me, and just all-around disgustingly impolite and selfish behavior. Also, keep in mind, Lawrence is a decade older than me, and Roberta is older than him, which means I was 24 while he was 34 and she was even older than that. Iâm only 31, at the time of this typing, and can neither imagine nor fathom ever talking to another person like this, especially on the night before their wedding, especially if Iâm just getting to know them, especially if EVER because I would never!
It was extremely painful and humiliating. Here is my fiancĂ©âs eldest, brother who I wanted to befriend and gain the approval of, or at least be cordial with and celebrate, and I certainly didnât want to offend or upset him, so I just continued to grin and bear his bullshit and still sort of do, up to this day.
An outsider might wonder why F. didnât say anything, and while maybe that night, he can have a slight pass because he was socializing with others, while I was sort of trapped between the two of them, after multiple similar instances, F. and I had more than a few arguments over letting this kind of behavior slide and are still trying to figure out how to manage it, but it’s a lot better and we’re way more unified now.

Nevertheless, the first real impression of Lawrence and Roberta left an incredibly sour taste, and unfortunately, it didnât get any better.
Though I canât recall every instance of their behavior, there are a few incidences that stand out. As a side note: itâs admittedly hard for me to contain my severe repulsion and anxiety towards these in-laws, and given their behavior, I hope youâll forgive my hostile sarcasm when talking about them on my own website. . .
During Christmas of that same year, Lawrence, being a man of deep cultural awareness and knowledge, went to Mexico to appreciate Mexican culture. And where do you suppose he went? Jalisco? Mexico City? Maybe even Oaxaca? Nope! He went to CancĂșn. Which is so fucking funny that while typing this right now, Iâm laughing. And French people, of all people, shouldnât be so absurdly ignorant and stupid when theyâre flying to Agadir to languish in all-inclusive resorts, just like their American counterparts do in CancĂșn. God forbid a country profit from their beaches and privileged entitled vacation tourists.
I digress. . . This was my first Christmas with F.âs family as his new wife. We all sat at the table together: F. and his two brothers, his mom, his grandma, and me (Roberta wasnât there). An observation of the family dynamic Iâve become very familiar with now but didn’t yet notice then is that, either because Lawrence lives in Germany and is a rare appearance, or because heâs the oldest, or for whatever reason: He is given the entire floor (Iâm also the oldest, and so, perhaps will naturally conflict with other oldest children. Heâs also a Taurus, which is my least favorite sun sign).
Now, apparently, Lawrence was so shocked and surprised by the state of CancĂșn being a mega tourist destination instead of a raw look into indigenous Mexican culture that he thought it was a nice idea to imitate American accents, and perform, basically, a seated charade of a typical fat, dumb American, walking to the buffet, eating like a pig, and then going to plop their obese ass by the pool with a beer (and pray tell, how would he have witnessed this if he werenât also there, sitting by the pool? How interesting. . .). This time, however, the entire family, including my husband, laughed at the performance, and I got up quickly to hide my tears in another room. If youâre a callous hater who has sacrificed empathy in favor of certainty, you might decide Iâm overly sensitive, but you need to realize I had just immigrated to France in November of that year and it was the first Christmas in another country, without my family, without my friends, and I almost felt like I had made a mistake marrying into this family. I made a choice to sacrifice my life and security in the States to be with my husband, and how could he sit there and say nothing and instead laugh? And how could his entire family, knowing that Iâm American, and had just four months earlier entered into their family, find it funny? And at Christmastime, no less. We all make mistakes and no one is perfect, but there is another level that allows an entire group to withhold consideration for an outsider in their midst.
That event caused countless arguments between me and F. and sadly, he didnât always understand how awful and wrong that experience was. True of everyone: all families have similar dysfunctions, and F.âs family is no different. Not to invade their privacy too much or pigeonhole them to such reduced positions. . . : I will simply express the observation that Lawrence is given a special, authoritative position in the family. He talks and talks and talks. Everyone has to listen to him. We all have to silently listen, smile and nod, and clap when he speaks (exagerrating slightly, but we do have to sit silently while he goes on monologuing, no one disagrees with him, either). While my husbandâthe youngestâwas/is relegated to more of a silly, sweet, lighthearted clown, and the other, middle brother is cast as totally silent, shadowy, and self-sufficient. He truly barely ever speaks amongst the group during family events. I think this dynamic made it more difficult for F. to see things from another perspective: Lawrence has always been the center of attention. He was just joking. He didnât mean any harm. Etc.
The following years were less memorable, but each had its themes:
In 2016, it was: Angela Merkel is giving BMWs to immigrants. Angela Merkel is giving away free giant televisions to immigrants. Angela Merkel and the EU are giving five-six-seven-bedroom houses and mansions to immigrants. The immigrants are taking over! Theyâre taking our taxes and giving the money to IMMIGRANTS. (Keep in mind, once again, that Lawrence is French and lives in Germany, his wife is an immigrant from a former state of the USSR, and Iâm an immigrant in France, and heâs trying to convince me of this). This was the year theyâd leave their copies of 1984 around their grandmotherâs house. These people are in their mid-forties, for Godâs sake. Not that you canât re-read 1984, but they were acting like it was some super-secret disclosure text that not every 15-year-old reads and thinks: âThis says so much about society.â
[Thankfully, 2016 was the year F. finally realized how bizarre the situation with his brother had become, but we still didnât know how to handle it. âWe only see him once a year, you canât argue with these ideas, maybe itâs just a phase. . .â. F. spoke up a few times in opposition to the claims but Lawrence would have none of it and pull out his iPhone.]
The next year, 2017, it was: Donald Trump is going to be the best president the United States has ever had (for someone like Lawrence, who claims to hate the US, I was a little confused by what he meant by âbest presidentâ). 2017 was all about American politics and how Donald Trump was going to fix all of the USâs problems, how Donald Trump was so amazing, did you see Donald Trump say X, Y, and Z? Hahaha. Barrack Obama was so evil and so terrible. Hillary Clinton is a murderer. Hillary Clinton would start WW3. Donald Trump is going to Make America Great Again. (They are LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH THE UNITED STATES THAT IT IS TRULY SURREAL).
2018 . . . my dad died a few months prior to Christmas and I was violently sick, so I spent Christmas in a locked room, having a mental breakdown, and then at a hotel by myself, avoiding the stress of interacting with them.
2019 was a bit better because they had a daughter by this time, who I adore, and who thankfully seemed to exhaust Lawrence, so he had lessâbut still enough âenergy to talk about how the United States was a failing country, how the United States industrial output was mediocre and weak, how the United States was being outperformed by China. Probably some other bullshit I canât remember. So much for Donald Trump fixing everyoneâs problems!
When I tell you that the guy is incapable of talking about anything but âpolitics,â I am not exaggerating. And you know, itâs my belief that thereâs a time and place for all topics. But when you see your family once a year, and the entire family only ever gets together once a year, and you take that singular opportunity to spew the garbage you consume all day on fucking Facebook on your fucking iPhone and Apple Laptop. . . there is something DEEPLY wrong with you. DEEPLY. Instead of obsessing over the WEF, who Iâm sure doesnât give a flying fuck what youâre posting on Facebook, maybe take a look at your own family, you creepy loser freak.
And the worst part is that every year weâd have to sit and listen to it. And Iâm an outsider, so Iâm not going to say anything. When F. eventually tried to test the waters and fight back a little against what Lawrence was saying, it was completely dismissed. Their views are held so rigidly and it turns into: Watch this video on Twitter, hereâs an article from RT, and here, see for yourself this video of Arab people driving BMWs. . . You canât reason with this.
You can imagine how things have turned since the pandemic. Every clichĂ© imaginable is 100% true with him that I donât even need to really detail it.
For these past two years, weâve bought and mailed Christmas gifts to our niece: No thank you, no text responses. We try calling on her birthday and we text him on his birthday: No return phone call, no return texts. But F. logs into Facebook once in a while to see if thereâs any news, and there is: textwalls about the vaccine, the anti-vaxxers are holocaust victims, the great replacement theory, about Biden, about Ukraine, about US-NATO aggression, about Barrack Obama STILL! Literally, if theyâre talking about it on 4chan and Twitter, heâs talking about it on Facebook. The guy hasnât even been to the United States outside a few layovers. . . He works at an airport. . .but he’s an expert on our culture, government, and politics.
My husband, on the other hand, is a literal sweetheart. . . Heâs a Gemini rising, Libra sun, and Taurus moon, so Iâm truly not exaggerating when I say that, and he hasnât done a single offensive or even troubling thing towards his brother. Theyâre eight years apart, and he has always looked up to his brother and admired him. I might be pro-ghosting, and have, myself, severed my dadâs entire side of the family from my life after he died, but I have a myriad of reasons, and I told them exactly what those reasons were, and one of my aunts even understood. It’s also extended family and not my own brother. . .
The fact my brother-in-law has more or less shunned my husband and continually disrespects his efforts to communicate is something I find so pathetic and repellent. I actually find it quite disgusting and worthy of contempt. Especially when he can spend days on Facebook forfeiting communication with family in favor of obsessing over Barrack Obama and Joe Biden. I often feel like heâs punishing F. for marrying me but I know it’s not really about me. We tried calling when I found out I was pregnant, and obviously, there was no answer. F. texted him a few times and we finally got a text after maybe, one or two years of silence: âCongratulationâ with a missing S and nothing else. Your little brother is having a baby with a woman heâs been with for a decade, and thatâs your response? Fuck you.
One of the things that buffered against actually massive anxiety regarding this was the fact that, hey, I only see this guy once a year. He lives in Germany. Whatever. I barely need to engage with that ugliness. But recently, my mother-in-law has started spewing the same bullshit. After my surgery last year, she imposed herself for a week just two days after I left the hospital, and one of the things she mentioned while staying with us was how Greta Thunberg has fetal alcohol syndrome.
I will tell you my opinions on Greta Thunberg right now and theyâre probably as stereotypically liberal snowflake bitch as youâd imagine: Sheâs very passionate and motivated about the climate crisis and environmental pollution. I donât begrudge anyone, young or old, who really tries to make a difference regarding a social or environmental concern thatâs important to them. I admire a teenager who would protest as she did. That takes courage and a strong, unwavering spirit of rebellion. But, of course, I can see how sheâs exploited by the ruling capitalist class to subvert environmentally protective and restorative efforts and actually almost distracts from real solutions that would hold those same global corporations accountable. People donât take her seriouslyâthey mock her. Instead of focusing on the climate, we focus on her. It makes it easier to dismiss the climate crisis altogether when you can argue about the âfaceâ representing it. While I respect her and her dedication, I think she was or is more of a useful spectacle puppet.
To allege that someone has fetal alcohol syndrome as an insult and way to undermine them is exactly what Iâd expect to see on Twitter from an account like @WEFSLAVE69. To have my mother-in-law bring that up as a way to insult and mock some 18-year-old kid with autism is so fucking inhuman and ugly to me. A troll on Twitter is one thing, but a 65-year-old woman, one who could potentially become my childâs grandmother, is another. When I tried to counter by explaining that she actually has Aspergers, and using FASâanother developmental disorder with even more cruel social stigmas attached to itâas a way to laugh and discredit her dehumanizes the value of anyone with a developmental disorder, frustrates and demeans her actual struggles with Aspergers, and takes away from engaging with what she actually says and does regarding the very real problem of environmental destruction and pollution. Sheâs also literally like 17 or 18 years old. . . Itâs so creepy. This was met with like complete nonchalance and like, âyeah, okay.â Once the narrative gets in, itâs stuck. Then she mentioned something about the âtransgender agendaâ and how our niece was asked âif she identifies as male,â by her first-grade teacher {cue outrage}.
This was one of the first unequivocal instances of Lawrenceâs influence that Iâm aware of. The newer comments have become more focused on immigrants, and how tired she is of the war in Ukraine. Itâs definitely better to buckle than to support a country fighting for its freedom away from and against a dictatorâs invasion. Itâs not even October. Itâs barely been cold. Sheâs sitting in her house with her chimney and towers of wood pellets, driving six hours one way in her boyfriendâs Jaguar to see her grandkids, but sheâs tired of the war in Ukraine.

When we housesat for her this summer, we noticed a book on the coffee table that had some clickbaity, silly paranoiac title, so F. and I decided to skim it. Unsurprisingly, it was the typical libertarianism, autarkist, and right-wing fascism talking points. Except this one was a bit more explicit and extreme, at least compared to what Iâve been exposed to.
First of all, right out of the gate, âweâ are losing âeverythingâ due to mass immigration. Who is âweâ. . .Iâll let you guess. . . And to save ourselves from this, not only should all foreign-born and non-pureblood residents be forcibly deported from the country; anyone who cannot prove theyâre not a foreigner or âcanât remember where theyâre fromââshould be sent to a gulag prison in French Guinea and pay for the flight themselves. 100% serious. It was under some chapter about how to fix society. Other notable points were on how we have to stop reading newspapers and magazines, even ones about astronomy, and especially ones about science, and, of course, we have to stop watching mainstream news (except, we are allowed to read the magazines in which the author writes and allowed to watch the news channels where heâs a commentator). He talked about how we have to indefinitely close the borders to immigrants because they donât share âourâ values and how immigrants are inherently criminal, how immigrants are given all the tax money, and how taxes themselves are actually tools to increase immigration and facilitate âthe great replacementâ; how âtheyâ will never integrate, etc. etc.. He talked about how âweâ have to police more and deport more. His points on taxes were basically about the virtues of gutting the entire social welfare system to stop the immigrant âparasitesâ (his words).
In all honesty, I have never encountered a book that proposed such heinous and violent policies. I really feel uncomfortable just thinking about this. Iâm 7 months pregnant with this womanâs grandchild and this is the type of simplistic, callous, and sadistic garbage she reads, the type of antihuman waste of ideas she leaves on her coffee table in the living room. And we noticed that it wasnât the only book by this author she had. In another room, she had about 10 other books by this author and similar others, and of course, she had a copy of 1984 in the same pile. (Sorry, I just find it so funny and bizarre that 1984 has turned into this like a middle-aged adult’s occult-like text, when to me it’s so juvenile). So, not only does Lawrence completely shut F. and me out of their lives, but he can send books and pamphlets full of this propaganda to his mother (she told us that he sent them to her, so Iâm not just assuming). His mother is a grandmother to a little Central Asian-French and German little girl, and a soon-to-be grandmother to a little French-American baby. Half of her grandchildren will be products of globalization, taxation, and global immigration, and sheâs keeping these extremely racist, isolationist, libertarian extremist, xenophobic books around.
The level of cognitive dissonance is so unbridgeable. I truly have no idea how they do it. I mean I do, because F. actually talked to his mom about the book, and her response was something along the lines of: âThe book is political satire and the immigrants the author is talking about arenât âlike Censorineâ.â Congratulations on ALMOST admitting youâre flagrantly and proudly racist.
Anyway, I know itâs been a decade of political discussions around âShould You Cut Your Racist Family Out of Your Life?â I mean, with my own family, I always argued my positions, and if I may be allowed some self-indulgence, the most intense argument I had with my Nemesis, in which I got her to admit that she thinks âsome peopleâ donât âdeserveâ an education,” my aunts had to intervene and tell us to stop debating because she was getting her dumb ass humiliated by the actually stupid high school dropout with a GED and an associateâs degree. In any case, thatâs sort of beside the point. I’m not suggesting icing him out. What I really need to do is to stand up to this middle-aged overgrown bully. The thing though too, is that this goes beyond far unchecked prejudice. This is beyond politics. It’s not just âcrazy uncle with his kooky ideas!â It’s: Uncle who cannot talk about anything else, who is spreading violence, and poisons the entire extended family unit. His behavior stresses out everyone, except maybe his mom. It’s uncomfortable to spend days listening to his bullshit. It’s uncomfortable that he doesn’t talk about anything else. He ruins the only time we have together as a family.
My concern is that I cannot stand this way of thinking. Iâm tolerant up to a point and this level of hatred and scapegoating is far beyond my limit. I cannot stand it, and it is so unlike me to have sat silently complicit, year after year, while some barefacedly self-unaware, sniveling, unrepentant, ignorant hypocrite goes on a megalomaniacal monologue speech basically insulting me, my family, my friends, my entire country, and everything I value (and not even in a rational, well-thought-out way. It’s not a debate, it’s a highly emotional, almost religiously held belief system being regurgitated and spread like some kind of Facebook conspiracy missionary).
In almost every other situation where Iâve witnessed an injustice occur, Iâve spoken up, and often when no one else did. I’ve spoken up after things worse than some fool spewing hatred. . . and it keeps me awake at night knowing that I let this Facebook glutton slide and get away with attacking me. In my own fucking âfamily.â
Sometimes itâs not actually a political debate, sometimes itâs an ethical or moral one, and sometimes itâs simply that someone is an awful person. We can debate politics, sure. We can debate laws, social expectations, and norms. But once you cross the line and begin demonizing and dehumanizing entire groups, and once you go further by proposing âsolutionsâ that require violent action against an entire groupâyou are now denying human rights and basic dignity to the members of those groups. . . to other fucking people, and are no longer arguing politics: you are now arguing for violence and sadistic cruelty against other people.
There might be days where I can lean towards different economic models or be convinced of the merits of localism, but there is truly never a fucking day where I could ever be okay with another person, let alone entire groups, having their rights, freedom, autonomy, and safety taken away and wholly denied. I do not care if itâs the most bizarre person with the most bizarre religious practices with the most bizarre everything of everything. I might have some judgments, but ultimately, what matters to me more than anything else is that every person is given the FUCKING FREEDOM to experience their life peacefully, joyfully even; to develop their unique skills and perspectives, to be safe: housed, fed, hydrated, with healthcare and access to education, able to find some belonging in society, share their gifts with society, able to âbe themselves,â to have their safety and happiness protected by the safety and happiness of everyone else, to ensure that they consider their life to be worth living. . . I mean, I would rather have a world of incredible, endlessly mind-boggling incomprehensible strangeness than one where forced normativity crushes the spirit of human invention, experimentation, and creativity.
And you’re never going to get rid of difference and internationalism. It’s impossible. Go live in a fucking space capsule in the remote part of the galaxy if you want to isolate yourself from the world. Good luck and good riddance, bitch.
So, simply put, these ideas of Lawrenceâsâand of everyone else whose ideas perpetuate this energyâhave declared war on me, personally.

On the one hand, this is a really personal issue because Iâve watched this guy go from like, âThe US is a Capitalist Cancerâ (my words, not his), to âTHE IMMIGRANTS ARE STEALING THE BMW THAT I ACTUALLY DESERVEâ to âThe only way to fix society is to deport and detain immigrants in labor prison camps.â Simultaneously, Iâve watched his attacks go from being on just Americans, which, fineâI get it. . . youâre jealous of the influence and power, and how salty it must be that the formerly colonized becomes the McDonald’s Netflix Amazon Facebook colony, and the US is a fair target deserving of critiqueâto now attacking anyone with any slight apparent âdifferenceâ. Compounded by the fact he is only interacting with family members to spread these âideas,â and refuses to or is unable to communicate about anything else.
It was âtolerableâ when he just attacked me, and when he was on his own little island in Germany. Itâs becoming something much worse now that Iâm going to have a baby in the family and the idea of my babyâs own grandmother being xenophobic and hateful towards my and their nationality terrifies me. I don’t want my child growing up where the only time the extended family gets together, we complicity or overtly hate-bond over outgroups and people different from us.
Iâm up at night unable to sleep imagining Lawrence going on one of his tirades and practicing speeches in my head so Iâm prepared to finally stand up to him. Iâm imagining situations where heâs crossed the line again and I have to lay a boundary or risk leaving Christmas with my little baby, whose birthday will be around Christmastime. Iâm up at night imagining how Iâll deal with situations where Lawrence, Roberta, and/or my mother-in-law start saying things and ganging up on my child about either about me, because Iâm American, or about him, since heâll be American, or about any other foreigner or person with some kind of “difference”. I have so much anxiety over if my child has a disability, or if theyâre divergent in any way, and if his own FAMILY does ANYTHING to demean his value, importance, abilities, or satisfaction with life. . . The fact that Lawrence has made every single experience with him a xenophobic trauma, and how heâs targetted me and humiliated me time and time again, gives me so much panic over how Iâm going to handle this in front of and with a child and how fucking sad it is that these ideas are circulating amongst my childâs closest family. . .

On the other hand, this is a global phenomenon and something I find so frustrating about the landscape today is that yes, there are crises, and yes, little baby, the world is like, so totally scary and uncertain. . . but itâs always been that way? These people have been rendered so entitled to comfort and peace, the freedom to say anything, and so spoiled by the fruits of âdemocracyâ that they now shit on it and turn their backs like cowards when our ideals actually need serious defending and require massive improvements and change. Now that they have the freedom, comfort and security to say anything, it’s time to become an authoritarian, deny those things to others, and idealize hyper-predatory hierarchical order.
After years with this, online and in my own life…I resent how incompatible this thinking is with taking the time to deliberate information and to come to a conclusion gradually, and how, instead, every bit of information is used immediately to confirm some already absolutely held belief. I resent how instead of getting in the dirt and trying to find solutions to the horrible chaos, these worldviews scapegoat minority groups and play pedantic whataboutism. I resent how instead of using international crises as an opportunity to show and practice solidarity with our nation and neighbors, to come together and take care of each other (I have ideas for this and it depends on the crisis)âthese worldviews choose to cling hopefully to the destruction and decimation of their country, neighbors, and society. I resent how these ideas promote distrust of “everything,” yet encourage blind trust of whatever @WEFSLAVE2030, Facebook, and random substackers, youtube vloggers post. Extremism doesn’t âquestionâ anything. It doesn’t even take the time to question anything. Some event happens and these groups have often already decided the cause, the intention, the consequences, and the goal of the event. Gotta get those likes, fast. . . I resent the use of ideas to make the world more hellish, crueler, and more sadistic. And I really cannot fucking stand them because the only solution they provide is HATE.
As A GROUP… AS MY ENEMY OUTGROUP… These people and their ideas are not actually concerned with changing the global economy or lessening inequity, the ideas are not concerned with stopping rape, incest, or pedophilia, theyâre not concerned with corruption and fraud, and exploitation. Theyâre not concerned with protecting anyone. Theyâre the ones promoting sexism and returning to a time when women were purely valued for their sexual and reproductive abilities, they’re the ones desperate for the return of “traditional gender roles,” they’re the ones consuming hate-porn where instead of focusing on victims, they focus on the nationality and immigration of the rapist, theyâre the ones pouring over pictures of a 17-year-old girl trying to find physical defects while simultaneously sexualizing her, theyâre the ones idealizing, minimizing and joking about Jeffrey Epstein, theyâre the ones whose idea of making the world a better place is by imprisoning people, supporting dictators who poison and assassinate opponents and imprison citizens who diverge from social norms, they have more sympathy for predators than for victims, they support politicians who make the poor poorer and more intensely criminalized, they support erasure of the only measly protection WE have against total corporate predation: the government. Theyâre selfish, theyâre entitled, they refuse to share, and they donât cooperate. They donât do a single fucking thing or even think of a single fucking thing that could actually improve society or their neighborhood by one iota of a fraction.
The thing these bastards have in common is SELFISHNESS. Theyâll live on their fucking farms, theyâll buy their kids into private or homeschools to avoid the TERRIFYING IMMIGRANT, to avoid the TERRIFYING PROPAGANDA, theyâll write their paywalled think pieces, theyâll peddle their contrarian ‘u mad bro?’ garbage, theyâll traffick in absolutism and certainty as digital currency, theyâll sell their bullshit to save THEMSELVES. They want a world for people LIKE THEM, and ONLY THEM. Theyâre not open to anything except what benefits or enhances themselves and their in-group. Theyâre not working on building trust in communitiesâthey want to fracture the community. Theyâre not trying to make the world a better place for their neighborsâthey want their neighbors imprisoned, impoverished, and deported. Theyâre not trying to improve education standards, housing standards, or the welfare of the young, elderly, or disabled. They want to remove social protections, deny welfare to the needy, and many passively espouse supporting negative eugenics. Theyâre weak, cowardly, and threatened by the world around them. Theyâre so fucking scared of ambiguity that theyâll cling to the most simplistic, easily accessible narrative that puts the world into a certain, easily digestible order. They seemingly lack so much inner self-worth, confidence, and identity that theyâre desperate for someone with some âREALâ authority to come along and validate them and their noxious worldviews. Theyâre addicted to painting themselves as victims when theyâre doing and profiting from the oppressing. Theyâre so fucking entitled and so fucking hypocritical . . . And itâs everywhere. And itâs so boring. It’s tired, it’s been done. We already know where it goes. Learn a new fucking trick.

There are REAL, deep existential problems that nations and the entire world are facing that need addressing. If only we could imagine new philosophies, new perspectives, try and experiment with new solutions and ways of engaging and restructuring the world. . . but no. So many people believe that everything has already been done, everything has already been discovered and that human creativity and imagination are obsolete, so what can you do if thatâs how you frame humanity? Return. Retvrn II Muh Racism, to some imaginary past where “My Group, who has been unjustly dethroned, is Respected and Restored To Power” Return to a time where they can lord over and control others. And you know why? Because for some segments of the population: itâs cheap, itâs fast, itâs easy, and it gets the clicks and it sells. These ideas truly are the Mcdonalds of human thought.
And there is possibly no cure for it? The crises will continue, migrants will flee, nations will restructure, power will consolidate and disperse, disasters will strike etc. etc. Not everything is caused by deliberate, intentional action. . .There doesn’t need to be a tidy explanation for every event. People will continue fighting, people will continue having weird, conflicting views. None of these things are going away and I wish we could learn to live with them peacefully rather than turn towards violence, hatred, and extremism.
But then again, the entire world is extremist: extreme plastic surgery, extreme wealth, extreme obesity and thinness, extreme inequality, extreme hoarding, etc. . . I understand the world is chaotic and overwhelming, but that doesnât justify becoming information illiterate and threatening to others. Maybe it is some conspiracy: Overwork and overload the cognitive resources of the population, inundate them with 1000 conflicting online narratives, take away their time and stress them out with digital and new media, and then, profit from the percentage of the population who turn to easy, clear answers because they donât have the psychic luxury to deliberate. Profit off people becoming isolated atoms in front of their screens, sacrificing their social lives and personal growth in favor of being on Facebook. But on the other hand, fuck these people. I’m tired of having sympathy and giving the benefit of the doubt to people who are inflicting so much harm, who do not care about the consequences of that harm, or who actually revel with pride in that harm.
Rather than focus on finding the answer and âknowing,â why not focus on accuracy and collecting all available information? Instead of needing to scapegoat and blame someone else to solve a problem, why not take the time and consideration for everyone involved and find compromises or agreements that everyone can live with? BALANCE, HARMONY, JUSTICE, WEIGHING THE BENEFITS AND DRAWBACKS it takes TIME and PATIENCE, it’s not easy but the fact it’s more nuanced and complex makes it more valuable and wortwhile . . Let’s practice taking our time to collect information and consider multiple points of view and multiple competing needs. Let’s move slowly. Let’s work on checking our judgments against others, appreciating and admiring everyone for being ALIVE, and practicing helping others who need it, even when it comes at a price for ourselves. We can always complain about how it sucks, but isn’t it better to help someone who needs it, than to live the rest of your life knowing that you could’ve helped, but refused? When you’re in hell, are you going to keep sinking lower and lower to punish the people around you, or will you try to bring a bit of light and do something to bring everyone closer to mercy and heaven? There are some things I canât excuse though, and some things that no matter if you have your back against a wall, are never acceptable or justifiable. And that’s where so many of these ideas are right now.
Oh well. Iâll just have to live with this, try to help where I’m able, maintain my values at all costs, and do everything I can to protect my child and defend them if ever these nightmares occur in reality. . . Itâs just so hard, and I know Iâm not the only one whose family has been divided and poisoned by these infotoxins, and itâs very, very sad. But I also like to imagine one of “them” reading this and smugly thinking that I’m a hypocrite for out-grouping them, and to that: I would simply admire how pathetic it is to constantly blame others, externalize everything, refuse to introspect, and ever hold yourself accountable and accept that you and your ideas are FUCKING WRONG
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