Amerikan Pharaoh

“That’s how I knew it was the first day; wig-twisting season, where folks can get they wigs twisted back, within reason”

they/them || https://readsettlers.org/ || No compromise, no retreat. || I don’t debate crackers, I just drag 'em

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Cake day: October 10th, 2023

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  • Also people on lemmygrad are constantly making flippant comments about any number of people and topics, but apparently calling people plague rats is too far? I guess the folks there can dish it but can’t take it. Just an absolutely shameful display from a community of marxists.

    I’m genuinely considering folding my lemmygrad account and moving to hexbear after that bullshit. I’ve never seen such comfortable settlerism in my life. I expect those kinds of Nurgle-tier takes out of suburban-Amerikan whites. I expect that out of crackers that skid mark their drawers after they shit; not out of people who think they’re my “comrades” while demanding they get to opt out of not spreading their pathogens.

    “Fucking shameful” is correct and you should say it louder.


  • Shit like that that just reinforces my beliefs about these comfortable-assed settlers. There is no facet or facility in which Amerika and the crackers who uphold it are salvageable. The rest of the world may do with them what they will, and I hope they burn this plague mire; for they are not mine.

    I stand ten fuckin toes down on what I said to both that cantaloupe fuck and Ghost of Faso; every smug-assed cracker motherfuck who refuses to understand why I go as hard for my friends and my actual comrades should go ahead and catch them a good, debilitating, “put they ass in a hospital bed”-level case of the shit so they can live what I lived, what my partner lived, and what half my fuckin family lived.





  • I don’t think calling the vast majority of people rats is as good of a look as you think it is,

    You obviously don’t know me then, I don’t give the first fuck about optics in the eyes of crackers. I care about protecting the people I chose; and those who willingly carry pathogens and plagues in their faces are a tacit danger to me and my family.

    I hope you have to live with the kind of lung scarring that my partner has to because crackers in my where wouldn’t mask. I hope you have to live with the kind of brainfog that my grandfather has to exist in if he tries to exert himself in the ways he used to before the pandemic.

    I curse you with that.


  • Kill it or die with it. How dare any of you call yourselves my “comrades”.

    Facts. This is the only energy I accept regarding COVID and how to handle it; otherwise you and I are not comrades. If a so-called “comrade’s” refusal to mask could disable or kill my family, they can call themselves whatever the fuck they want, but I ain’t claiming their undisciplined ass.

    If you’re really out here like “wuhhhh no one else is dealing with it so why should I”, if you’re really out here like “it’s a style choice at this point”, if you’re really out here like “but i need to see faces for 2% of my interactions in a day how dare you interfere with my liberty”, then how the FUCK am I supposed to trust that when the pigs are goosestepping down the street with M4s at port ready over their chests, that when there’s Humvees convoying down the streets of my hood, that when the Second Night of Long Knives happens, that ANY of you’d have the discipline to be of ANY FUCKING USE?


  • Would you prefer “petri dish”? How 'bout “Nurglite”? There’s two immunocompromised people in my house, and a dozen in my personal orbit. Three of them have ALREADY been to the hospital over COVID. SEVEN OF THEM, MYSELF INCLUDED, have dealt with Long COVID symptoms after our infections passed.

    I am beyond camaraderie or even so much as friendship, with anyone who’d further jeopardize the health and safety of my family. Plague. Rats. I’ll cross the street in front of you in public if I don’t see a mask on you, with the dirtiest look as I go by.



  • When the last tree has been cut down, the last fish caught, the last river poisoned, only then will crackers realize that one cannot eat money.

    That’s the spite I’m embracing at this point. When the world is boiling, and they lament to the skies? I’ll be one of the last few, using their last moisturized breaths to laugh in those settler’s faces. If we can’t have justice, if we can’t be properly recompensed for history? I’ll accept spite and revenge at this point.



  • They’re sitting on their fucking hands.

    The only just answer when the only options presented are both for genocide. History will know who collaborated by whose metadata is tied to the ballots-- and trust, with how many data breaches have happened up til now? People will find out who, when, and where; to a granular level.

    Honestly? I think when that day comes, the principled should put up a site the same way Kyiv and Tel Aviv did, lists with names, faces, SSNs, and ‘last known location’ data for every single Amerikan collaborator in genocide from say, I dunno… 2012 to present day? Wonder how much would change if naming and shaming were possible.