I get your point but this is kind of a pro-punching-Nazis group of people and I don’t think you are likely to change many people’s minds lol

Ok, I believe you are sincere and appreciate the perspective. There’s a difference between doxing Nick Fuentes, and doxing every trump voter. (In my opinion)

Do you believe violence can ever be considered justified? If you are a pure dogmatic pacifist, I believe your position is logically consistent.

If not: what circumstances can justify violence? Can the police or the military act within morality? Is justice defined by law or outcome?

If the state is unable or unwilling to protect a marginalized group of people, at what point does it become moral to defend themselves?

Yes, actually, there’s no obligation to extend the protections of the social contract to those actively attempting to destroy it.

Why are you so invested in the rights of Nazis? They’re not people

Hit me in the fucking face

spooooooky

Who is doing this?? Granted I am not on Twitter or bsky, but is this really a thing?

And even those celebrities might need to watch out, political prosecutions are almost guaranteed in the next few years

Yep. That excuse does not fly.

National Socialist (Nazi) black metal

It’s about anal fisting, yes, but only as a metaphor for the desensitization caused by modern life. It’s got layers

Sorry, I have to ask about honeymoon rhinitis, you are allergic to traveling but only if you were recently married?

Not encouraging in the context of implementing harm reduction in the short time we have left. This stupid old fuck is going to smile and nod his way into the grave while wishing us all the best.

Pep-a-what now? Is that like ketchup?

What …? Who?

He isn’t in great health and apparently misses a lot of legislative sessions. This might not be a long term problem

It’s… Big boned?

What is actually happening in the picture? Does the ray have romantic intent

It’s for the good of FICSIT… …and humanity

Machine translation:

In the low-ceilinged canteen, deep underground, the lunch line moved slowly. The room was already full and noisy. Steam from the stew rose from the iron bars on the counter, with a sour, iron smell that was no match for the Victory gin. At the far end of the room there was a little bar, really just a hole in the wall, where you could buy a large glass of gin for a dime.

“That’s exactly what I was looking for,” said someone behind Winston.

He turned round. It was his friend Syme, who worked in the Research Department. Perhaps, to be exact, he could not be called a ‘friend’. There were no friends these days, only comrades. But some comrades were more pleasant to be with than others. Syme was a linguist, a Newspeak expert. In fact, he was one of a large group of experts who were recently compiling the eleventh edition of the Newspeak Dictionary. He was a very small man, smaller than Winston, with dark hair and prominent eyes, which had a look that was at once sad and mocking, and which seemed to be searching your face as he spoke.

“I want to ask you, do you have a razor blade?” he said.

‘Not a single one!’ said Winston hastily, somewhat guiltily. ‘I’ve asked everywhere. They don’t exist any more.’

Everyone asks you for razor blades. In fact, he has saved two unused razor blades. For months, razor blades have been out of stock. At any time, there are always some necessities.

The shops didn’t have any. Sometimes it was buttons, sometimes it was thread, sometimes it was shoelaces; now it was razor blades. You could only get some by sneaking around in the “free” market.

“I’ve had this one for six weeks,” he added untruthfully. The team took another step forward. When they stopped he turned back to Samai. They both took a greasy plate from a pile of iron plates at the counter.

“I have a job,” said Winston coldly. "I think you can see it in the films.

“Didn’t you go to see the hanging of prisoners yesterday?” asked Syme.

“That’s terrible,” said Syme.

His mocking eyes moved from one face to the other.

His eyes seemed to say, "I see through you, I know why you don’t go to the hanging

"For an intellectual, Sai Mai’s ideas were orthodox to the point of being vicious.

Fuck yes. Well put.

You don’t have to be a martyr, but you must never be a coward.