Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

After having to deal with witches.town Social Justice Slasher this morning, I think I need to take some refuge in deeply problematic media. The OJ Simpson episode of SNL (s03e12 2/25/78) should do nicely.

No CW. You will listen.

If you hate someone and call them invalid purely because of a demographic accident over which they had no control, you are a bigot. This is utterly regardless of any lines of greater social oppression. It is your own personal failing, and you can not excuse it with theoretical hand-waving. Your hatred is not made moral by whether it's on the Social Justice White List. It's hatred based on something innate. It's the roar of the memetic zombie. I will not accept it here.

This person is an idiot. This person was made into an idiot by ideology. This person is what happens when the natural semantic drift imposed by human folly makes its way into a good and noble intent. This person reminds me so fucking much of what happened to Christianity, a religion I used to love dearly, and why I CONSTANTLY try to warn you about the same thing happening to us. I want to roll some Erich Fromm up into a cone and shove it up her nose until it reaches her forebrain.

Get this fucking bigot out of my movement. This, THIS is why I hold myself at arm's length from the hard left. This is why I say young communists playing devil's advocate for North Korea on Masto (YES, I'VE SEEN IT) might not in fact be our friends. This is why I feel like I'm about to be purged by my own "fellow travelers" at every moment. This is why I don't believe FOR A FUCKING SECOND that the queer millennial left doesn't contain its own Robespierres, Stalins, and yes, Trumps.

Dammit, something in one of my recent tweets made me DESPERATELY want a card game based on the Paranoia RPG.

(No, not that one. A GOOD one with modern DBG mechanics. *snootily dons beret, pince-nez, and nasal extender* )

My current mood in culinary form:

(note that this is more mood climate than mood weather, i'm actually pretty good today despite Norwescon being fucking grueling)

Oh, since it's coming up, my yearly pact:

No April Fools hoaxes here. I don't have a problem with them but they're not my style and I have too many friends who are uncomfortable with them.

Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention, for the time being I have appointed a new Head Council. The usual four (Noelle, Kirsch, Rezeya, and [REDACTED]) have had a rough year, so all but Kirsch have been dispatched to Imaginary Space Ibiza to recuperate.

In their place are Kirsch, Laika, Schadenfreude, and Mitraillette. You're not expected to know what any of that means, and if you know me well enough that you do, you're not expected not to shake your head a little sadly at that.

Rough year.

Oh, aside from thinking murderous thoughts about the rich and powerful... I helped Peg run her dealer's table for nine straight hours! I had conversations with old friends I haven't seen in years! I met new friends! I got some really cool ego boosts from people who thought Parallax sounded really exciting and deep! And I feel quasi-charming and quasi-likeable again after months of having my vestigal self-esteem rooted out of me like so much hair clogging a drain! ^_____^

I'll bet we'd see a lot faster movement on gun legislation if these mass shootings were taking place at stock exchanges, Cato Institute offices, and $10,000 plate fundraisers.

That's not a suggestion, but meh, who am I to stop you? Oh, who will rid me of these meddlesome robber barons. If the next 20 years of my life are shitty enough, and the future is still ugly and cyberpunky by then, I might have to have a go at them myself someday.

It's time to start grooming the crows and raccoons to take over. We might just plain not be redeemable. They probably won't do any better, but it's time to give up on humans and let someone else have a turn. I'm really just in this for morbid curiosity at this point and have stopped giving a toss if we make it or not. We suck.

#RezyAteTooMuchNews

NOTE: REZY DIED ON THE WAY BACK TO HER HOME PLANET #moodsnapshot #therockincat #outrageousparadigm #enjoythefireworksfactorykids

*waits until everybody's looking in other direction*

*calmly digs little hole in ground*

*tucks muzzle tight against rim of hole*

*roars and cusses a whole lot about things that are really hurting her but she feels like she can't talk about, torrent of self-hatred, indignation, and frustration neatly muffled*

*shakes dirt off whiskers*

*kicks bunch of dirt over the hole*

*pisses on it*

*feels very faintly better*

*sneaks back inside*

*goes straight to bed*

Purely out of curiosity, is anyone planning to attend Norwescon this weekend?

Today would actually be a pretty darned good day... if I didn't have Alfie and Bibi's song from The Apple stuck in my head. -__-

#LaLaLaLaLa

Ran into this image of Geoffrey Holder (aka "the 7-Up guy") and choreographer Carmen de Lavallade.

Shiiiiiiiiit.

Incidentally, Ms. de Lavallade is still alive (sadly Mr. Holder is not)... and she recently snubbed a White House dinner invitation to protest the Charlottesville rally. <3