Morning, Threaders, Threadheads, and all in between.
More coffee in the cold.
Pardons.
The virtuous are out in force again, pointing fingers and clamoring for Justice. Some are above the law after all, they say. No shit, Sherlocks. You just found that out? Watching the establishment Democrats reacting to Biden’s pardon of his son is the epitome of all that is wrong with their strategy (or lack of it).
It’s like having Ghandi join Fight Club and day after day watch Tyler Durden punch him to a pulp, hoping the next day will be the day. No. Next day Tyler Durden will beat the shit out of Ghandi again. The most important rule of Fight Club is the one nobody mentions: rule number 8. Anyone attending Fight Club for the first time must fight. FIGHT, not be pummeled to the ground singing kumbaya. The only way to show these fascists what’s wrong is to make them feel the pain.
Sure they are going to kick and scream until they are blue in the face when something like this happens; when they get a taste of their own medicine. But it nearly ever happens and when it does it is actually justified. In a normal society, putting aside the fact anyone not named Biden would have been treated much differently, there would be no need for Biden to pardon his son, but with the prospect of a Pam Bondi as AG and Kash Patel as head of the FBI?
If you think I am exaggerating by saying Hunter would have spent the rest of his life in a cell you haven’t been paying attention. Joe Biden did the right thing. But he shouldn’t just do the right thing. He should just do THE thing. He should take all the names being mentioned as probable targets of the incoming fascist state and pardon them all of anything they may be accused of. No matter what. From the prosecutors who handled J6 to the Dreamers.
He should use his brand new immunity to make as much shit happen as possible, too. Sure it would all end up in court. Good! That means it’s WRONG. We have to smear wrong on their faces and shove it down their throats until they can take no more. Let them feel the pain until they cry uncle and then punch them harder one more time to make it clear just how fucking wrong it is. It’s Fight Club, bitches. Wake the fuck up.
For decades Democrats have attended Fight Club like it’s a neighborhood block party where they are sucker punched by the crazy neighbors only to pull up a guitar and sing songs of wisdom and then they are punched again. They do it because they know in the end there will be a reward. The reward for playing nice is to keep attending the party and collect its favors. And they are pretty neat favors. In some cases worth millions.
It feels like the more they are beaten up the more money they get. “Look what they did to me! This is so wrong! Brother, can you spare a dime?” Oh, you didn’t realize you are giving your money to these fuckers do they can go and let themselves be beaten into a pulp again? Because that’s all you are doing. I remember feeling physically sick when I heard Michele Obama say “when they go low, we go high” live on TV. What the fuck? How is that working for ya?
The only reason she got away with it was because she had the power of the Civil Rights movement behind her but this isn’t the 60s anymore and Kansas just went bye bye. If you think about it, that’s such a privileged thing to say. Privileged and delusional because it inevitably brought us here, to a place where even privilege won’t save you. Fight Club just got real and if you don’t fight back you’re dead.
These people, the real fascists, the fascist wannabes, and the fascist enablers only understand pain. You can spend the rest of your life explaining to them why tariffs are bad but they will only get it when their beef jerky costs $50 a stick or their truck parts get 300% more expensive. You can point to all the pardons in the world TFG sold for money but they won’t budge until we start pardoning everyone and their cats. The gloves need to come off.
Will leaving the high road lead to injustice and probable wrongdoing? You bet. That’s how you get two birds with one stone: you get shit done and you make them turn against those measures. Is that a slippery road? Yup. Extremely slippery. The thing is, my thriends, we’re not even on the road anymore. We’re over the rails and heading for the cliff. High road my fucking ass. There is no fucking road. We’re in wild country now.
We need to understand this very fast if we are to make it in one piece. The beating we are about to get will make the previous ones look like Thai massages. We better start punching back hard so in the end, when we say “you should see the other guy”, the other guy better be really fucked up beyond all recognition. And remember rule number 7: fights continue as long as necessary.
Welcome to Fight Club. Now fucking fight.
Resist.
