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March 22, 2004

Patriotic American Fascists

Orcinus posts on a story from Fresno where a Freeper tried, in hostile fashion, to disrupt an anti-war rally. The organizer, Ken Hudson, said he'd call the police if the man did not desist. He didn't desist, so Hudson called sheriff's deputies who came out and made an arrest -- of Hudson. Wonder whose side they're on. There're links in the post to eliminationist rhetoric, death threats, and more of the typical crap we've come to expect from right wingers.

My point is, we gotta stand up ta these yokels. We gotta call 'em on their bullshit. I know most liberals don't wanta get down in the mud an' wrestle, but ya not only can't back down ta these pukes, ya can't even appear ta them ta back down. These mouthy punks are bullies and cowards and they know it. But you've got to call them that, because they don't know you know it. If ya don't confront 'em, they think yer afraid of 'em. If ya don't confront 'em, ya embolden them. An' we gotta back their asses off now lest they become a majority. That happened in Germany's Weimar Republic an' by tha time the liberals realized what'd happened, their cause was lost. The lesson of Germany and Italy is ya gotta stop tha fascist fucks before they get their little monkey mitts on too much of society.

Funny thing is, the dingers're doin' all tha threatenin', all the talkin' 'bout civil war an' eliminatin' liberals, all the pointin' out that "Remember, we've got the guns, g'ya huk, g'ya huk, g'ya huk," but they seem blissfully unaware that they're also a small minority. Every protest, every rally, every march, every action, if ya tote 'em all up, the leftists far outnumber the rightists. In Fresno they had 200 people turn out for the anti-war protest. A grand total of three Freepers, as best I can tell, turned out in opposition. An' Free Republic is based in Fresno.

The dingers ever get their damn civil war, which I don't they've actually got the guts for, we'll whip 'em easy. But blood will run in tha streets, an' I don' think anybody wants ta see that except a few right wing idjiots.

Last year Atrios posted this:
If I were given a choice of pressing one of two buttons - one to do away with terrorism or another to do away with those Democrats up in Washington - I wouldn't even have to think about it. I would do away with the Democrats, and do this country a favor.

William G. Koehlke

Published in the Athens Banner-Herald on Saturday, March 15, 2003.
Now thass an honest ta God, patriotic American fascist fuckhead.










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