~~'merica - fuck yeah~~
~~Comin' in to save the motherfucking day-yeah~~
vive la révolution!
in terms of fact checking the correct writing in German... nope
Edit: Oh yeah, I made neither of these images, nor did I check precisely which corps are in the flag. I did however use my sick GNU Image Manipulation Program skills™ to add and scale them together. I did it for the bit.
Yeah, I realized that after posting. I'm just mad at the moment, excuse my violent fantasies for a bit. What I tried to say is: what does it matter what this random old dude thinks of anything regarding anything to do with morality or conscience? He is the head of the worst institution in the last 2000 years or so grace the rest of us with their presence, whose only contributions to society is the stifling of progress, endless wars waged in the name of their imaginary friend because someone else (usually brown people) believe in THE SAME FUCKING IMAGINARY FRIEND, and the protection of child-rapists and other abusing vermin. Oh how I long for the day when the basilica of st. peter burns to the ground along with their corrupt institution.
So is raping altar boys, though...
This (kinda?) echoes the Niemöller quote we all know and love.
An incredibly moving text, was basically on the verge of tears throughout reading, and eventually did tear up when I got to the ending with the excerpt from Aaron's will: "If a time comes when Palestinians regain control of their land, and if the people native to the land would be open to the possibility, I would love for my ashes to be scattered in a free Palestine.”
Judging by this text Aaron seems like a person I would have personally loved to meet, talk with and get to know. Not too dissimilar in age, belonging to a neurominority and of similar political, social and economical mindset; I think we might have gotten along well. And he even loved cats, just as me! Though it was nigh-impossible before his final act of protest and nonconsent (seeing as there were thousands of kilometers and a few seas and oceans between us geographically) it saddens me that it became completely impossible after the fact, and that we live in such a world where he felt that act was something he had to do.
This text made me sad, and yet somehow it made me hopeful. Even in an institution as rotten and poised for being only the weaponized arm of the oligarchy, bourgeoisie and capitalism - the "final hegemony of toxic masculinity" (as I've heard my country's armed forces so eloquently described) - as the one in the US there are people who have the seed of anarchism and nonconformity in them, ready to be cultivated into a full, beautiful blooming flower. And even if the seed is not yet there, even if it is "just" soil (to continue this metaphor) in which to cultivate said seed, this text gave me hope to not lose my own faith in my fellow humans, but to work towards planting those seeds in my own area as best I can and know how to.
I am incredibly thankful for allowing me to stumble on this text.