Yeah, just given 'em a wide berth and snicker at their foolishness. I think the wack jobs we have always had among us; it’s just that social media is much more efficient at disseminating their wackjobbery than the old method of handing out badly-printed flyers on street corners.
There’s probably something to be said about these guys apparently not having the slightest clue what constitutes actual Marxism, but I’m not sure what.
“You got relatives in the service, right? Maybe National Guard? Revolutionary shit hits the Establishment fan, you gonna shoot them? Or they shoot you? Make for a really awkward family Thanksgiving.”
You know, you choose whose FB posts you want to read. You’re the mod of your own board, in effect, and don’t have to friend anyone. Also, if you friend someone you regret you can unfriend them, or hide their posts. If you get a lot of annoying stuff on Facebook, that’s on you.
Man, I must be the luckiest guy on earth to have Facebook friends whose opinions don’t piss me off. I didn’t realize it was that difficult, but I can see how it may be, at least with relatives.
You’re absolutely right, Larry Borgia, it’s on me. I wouldn’t say that I get a lot of annoying stuff, and quite frankly, I don’t want to remove it, because I want to see the other side’s view, wrong as I may feel it is. Usually I just roll my eyes, as the majority of it is just partisan sniping about how awful the ACA is, or about Hillary’s emails, or Benghazi. Advocating for a revolution, and expressing desire to “eliminate” tree huggers is something entirely new for me on Facebook, and the fact that it came from people that I am related to is something that I can’t simply shrug off with an eyeroll. Maybe in a week or so.
They defect and join the resistance. Problem solved.
Yeah, these people pretty much all believe that the military (or at least the white military) will defect to their side en masse rather than fight these True Patriots. Gonna be a huge surprise for them if they ever do get their wish, I think.
“Halt! Who goes there!”
“Sgt. Ramirez, USMC”
“Uh, can you send somebody else?”
Sidebar, please: What are the three percenters?
Not just in Idaho. I saw two Three Percenter bumper stickers just this weekend in NC. I hadn’t heard of them before and googled them because I thought it must be something crazy, based on the other stickers the cars had.
Something broadly similar to “1% motorcycle clubs.”
All right, all right, that comparison is unfair and insulting to outlaw biker gangs and I apologize for it. Please don’t drop by and fuck me up.
Oh, and, all Hell’s Angels are cocksucking faggots.
Goodbye, cruel world.
“Well, it’s him or you’re gonna face Pico and Alvarado. If they can find their way outta East L.A., they can find their way into your little gook valley.”
(Firesign Theatre: Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers reference…)
Think I heard my parents talk about them once. Were they on the Smothers Brothers?
“Hey, Captain Motoyama and Lieutenant Al-Salam, they want to talk to somebody else.”