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You are only allowed to watch if you read at least three posts in this series.
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I read those accounts and I wanted to throw stones at IDF soldiers. And Tzipi Livni, and Netanyahu and every damned person who’s like, “what is Israel supposed to doooo, just sit there and take it?“
(Because as everyone knows, if you let the bully beat you up, it’ll just keep happening. You need to stand up for yourself. Hit him back. Break his kneecaps. Then follow him as he crawls home, sobbing. Go upstairs and find his little sister, the one he’s always been sweet to. Cut her trachea first, so she doesn’t scream, and try to avoid chuckling as she flops like a fish drowning in air. Hold his mother’s head in a pot of boiling oil, and stab his father when he gets home. At this point, he may have figured out how to hobble in a possibly-dangerous way, so tie him up and cut out his tongue. Then, look through his (dearly departed mother’s) phonebook. Go to each of his aunts and uncles. Inject them with HIV and get them to hang themselves. If they won’t, help them. His grandparents are probably close to dying anyway, so just tie them up and light their house on fire. Finally, go back to him, and ask if he’s grateful for the medical bills you’ve saved him—after all, his grandparents were going to become a burden, and his aunts and uncles had AIDS! If he says no—or doesn’t say anything, the grateless wretch—cut off his hands and throw in into an oubliette. It’s what bullies deserve.)
And I’m a we-can’t-fight-violence-with-violence total pacifist, sitting in my air-conditioned office eating “Chinese” food. If it had been my child, my sister, my friends, my family, well, I don’t know what I’d be doing.
Probably more than wanting to throw rocks.
Not “probably” for me. Also a pacifist, by the way. If that wasn’t obvious yet. But our pacifism is a luxury of not having ever been in a situation like that.
Pacifism as a privilege? Maybe. But also, I think, a necessity.
(Also, is a “muppet chaser” in any way like a “tranny chaser”? If so… disturbing.)
First “cisgender”, now “tranny chaser”. You teach me so much, Violet! (Yes, by the way. Exactly the same.)
Re:pacifism, agreed. Or to put it another way, it is precisely because one is privileged that one is obliged to try to put that privilege to the best possible use they can.