They don’t exist. How can I hate what doesn’t exist?
It would be except it’s appropriating a term already in use which muddles its message in any advocacy campaigns, making it ineffective at disassociation.
That said, use of any alternative name describing an organization whose ideals strongly resemble that of the historical party, does not guarantee disassociation. Once the connection is made, it usually stays, and the new name withers away, leaving behind only the historic name.
Richard Spencer, those who associate with him, those who don’t associate with him but call themselves by his term, and those who refer to themselves as neo-nazi alike, are basically Furries to me. Roleplayers.
It’s just one of the ways I naturally categorize them.
I have reasons. They have similarities. Richard Spencer starts a website out of the bedroom of his mom’s house, where he lives, as a teenager. He gets people that talk to him on there. He gets a bunch of people who agree with him and they have lively discussions.
One day, he gets his suit and tie and meets in Washington DC to bring them together. He gives a speech. He gets press.
Then, he gets interviewed by several people. When he talks, he talks like someone who is used to roleplaying a political stance on the internet from his mom’s bedroom.
This is equivalent to becoming a furry online by making furry friends and one day, meeting up in a hotel, which gets you on the news, and gets interviews.
It is. He is living in his mom’s bedroom while participating in a roleplay fantasy on the internet. The subculture has more of a reality to him than his own real life. Then, he is surprised by the negative response he receives when he attempts to recreate the fantasy in real life, outside of his mother’s bedroom.
This is equivalent to someone who wears a full fursuit while walking down the street, rather than in the safety of their mom’s bedroom or in the safety of a convention hall, surrounded by others of like mind from the same subculture.
[by “mom’s bedroom” I mean “bedroom in his mother’s house”. I was writing quickly]
He represents, for me, the delusions of “keyboard warriors”. I’m not against online fantasy, or even in using it for activism, if that’s what one likes.
But there is a wall that exists that’s quite real : systems in place in the real world, both official and unofficial (social systems) that don’t have the same ease as online life does.
I’ve been online since 1989 : I love it here. But I get a little sad when people get caught up in their online lives and are surprised when reality hits them in the face.
In his case, literally.
Had he seen both aspects of his life properly, he might not have put himself in that position to be punched in the first place.
I’m not a “powers that be”. I’m just me here. I doubt many people would put people who call themselves a Nazi into the category of Furries. This is just my own weird way of looking at things.
Ok. This is the part where reality and delusion meet.
Pick a system – any system. Find me a pure form. You can’t.
Well, history can’t be repeated. Humans can follow similar patterns that are somewhat predictable, but there’s always variations, never repeats.
He really has a horrible haircut. I can’t talk though. Mine’s far too long.
Can he be a bad influence though? Yeah. It relates to the problem of attempting to turn fantasies into plans, and plans into realities, without fully comprehending realities. Yet, maybe those who don’t comprehend realities can make change and relish a few punches in the face, I dunno.
I just don’t care for real life physical conflict. Makes a mess. Requires a strong healthcare system.
I appreciate you allowing me to be pedantic and wordy Most people don’t have the patience to follow along and provide an intellectual challenge. Much appreciated
I don’t think too many of my ideals would be either Nazi or National Socialist in nature. But I never considered political systems as a proper answer for “how the world should be”. There’s better and worse but best? None convinced me yet.
Favorite thing to tell nieces + nes when they get to be the right age for the information is that fruit that’s ripe is really dead and rotting. Humans eat fruit when they’re their tastiest rotten moment. It always gets “ewww, yuck”. I’m a science nerd and a troublemaker.
Can’t say I’ve ever hated food. Hard to find something I won’t eat. But I can go a while without eating when I’m engaged in a project. Sometimes that first bite of food is odd – a surprise to the tongue. But I enjoy the explosion of flavors and attempting to figure out what flavors are interplaying as I chew. But I’m weird, or so they tell me.