Rapper, Actor, Gangsta, Spy.

0000 hours.

September 8th, 1996.

Beneath the Las Vegas strip.


The faint sound of sirens drifted down to him from above. Even down here, in the dark, he could hear the chaos that he'd created. The crisis actors they'd employed were right now screaming to the police about the murder they had just witnessed. Hundreds of them. A fake homeless man was telling an LVPD detective about where he'd been when the shooting had started. Two women, planted to portray groupies on the way to the club, were being interveiwed by another about the chase and shoot out that they'd been caught in the midst of. A group of four KBG agents, disguised as South Side crip gang members from LA,  lurked nearby in order to be spotted at the scene. Below it all agent Oleg Abram Romanoff smiled to himself with great satisfaction. After ten long years undercover he was finally able to return home. He longed to shed this identity and be himself again. Still, he would miss it.

It was a lot of fun being Tupac.

1427 hours.

May 23rd, 1985.

Leningrad, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

He'd been a very youthful looking seventeen years old when the operation had started. He'd been finishing his eleventh year at St. Petersburg High School 281. On an unremarkable Thursday afternoon he'd been summoned via the loudspeaker from his English class to the principal's office. When he'd arrived he'd found the room occupied not by his principal, Kira Petrovna Gribanovskaya, but by a severe young man in an expensive tailored suit. He was reclined in her chair with his feet on her desk.

"Sit down, Oleg." He ordered him. And sit he did. "Why are you here?"

"You sent for me." He responded simply.

"Ah. Indeed." The man nodded approvingly. "But I do not mean in this room. Why are you here? Why are you in this place?"

"I am here to learn."

"To learn what, exactly?" The man asked with a smile.

"I am currently taking English, Latin, Russian military history with an-"

"No. Stop. This is not what I mean either." He interrupted.

Oleg was puzzled. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"I know. We will change all of this." Smiling again. He removed his feet from the desk and leaned forward. "I want to know why you are wasting your time in this school reading books you have already read and answering questions you already know the answers to instead of being of use."

"I suppose... I suppose I just haven't found my next step." Oleg admitted reluctantly.

"Yes!" He shouted as he slammed his palms down on the desk. "This is what I suspected! You have not yet found a purpose! Is this not so?"

"Yes. It is so."

"Of course. As I said." The man stood, rounded the desk, and leaned on the front edge of it. Standing between it and Oleg he took a more intimate tone. "Oleg, what if I told you that I could make you one of the biggest stars that the world has ever seen? That your unfortunate skin condition could be your greatest asset?"

Oleg didn't have a "skin condition". Oleg was black. Still, in Russia it was almost accepted that being black was a disability. Luckily for Oleg, he'd been the smartest person in every room he'd ever stepped into since he could walk. At this moment, however, he was not so sure. A million questions swirled around his head. He asked none of them. "I'd ask you where to sign." He said instead.

The man roared with laughter. "Fantastic!" He bellowed, taking Oleg's hand into his own and shaking it, and Oleg, vigorously. "You are doing a great thing for your country. For the world."

"I want nothing more..." He let the last word hang and the man picked up immediately on the implied question.

"Yes, of course. My name." He grinned from ear to ear and reached into his jacket. "My name is Vlad. I will be your handler for this entire operation." From his coat he produced a Walkman.

"Is that... Is that a Sony?!" Oleg asked, impressed despite himself.

"Yes. It's for you, Oleg." He handed Oleg the coveted object. "But more important than the Walkman is the tape inside it. Press play."

Oleg placed the headphones on his ears and hit the play button. From the tiny speakers blared music that he'd never heard the like of before. There was rock guitars, heavy drums, keyboards, and all manner of strange instruments that he couldn't place. Over all of it, in time with the beat, was heavily American accented talking.

"What is this?" Oleg asked, yelling over the music that only he could hear. Vlad laughed and pulled the headphones gently from his ears.

"Run DMC." Vlad said.

"Run what?"

"It's called Hip Hop, Oleg." He said, laughing.  "It's going to change the world. And you're going to help."

Vlad grabbed him by his shoulders and lifted him to his feet so that they were face to face and eye to eye.

"I am going to make you the biggest rapper that ever lived, Oleg. I'm going to make you a legend. I'm going to put all eyes on you." He turned back to the desk, plucked his hat from it's surface, and put it on. "Come on, my boy. It's time we make some changes."

To serve.

He stared up at the sun defiantly as the moon began to move in front of it. Standing here atop Fort Knox his view of the eclipse was perfect. More importantly, his celestial alignment was at it's maximum potency for the ritual.

"Steve, your glasses."

He turned and blinked at his assistant, Reece. The poor boy was doomed. He was fine at assisting but that seemed to be the extent of his talents. He was holding everything Steve needed but in a way that infuriated him. His camera was pinched to his body with the right elbow, the strap hanging down near the ground dangerously. His coffee cup was in his right hand held from underneath precariously. He offered the eclipse glasses, held between two outstretched fingers, with his left.

"Fuck it." Steve sneered, turning his attention back to the spectacle above. "Did you do the thing?"

"Yes..." Reece replied. "Why did you make me d-"

"I didn't make you do anything." Steve snapped.

"Ok." Reece said quickly. "But it was weird. At first, the doll wouldn't burn and then it suddenly caught fire. It burned so quickly and brightly. But only... After I..."

"After you said the words."

"Yes."

"Good." As the eclipse reached it's climax above them he held out his hand to Reece, who then handed him the coffee cup. Removing the lid, Steve threw the contents, ashes created by Reese's ritual, off of the roof and into the wind. "Seder pe’ulat ha-yetsirah." He said.

"Seder pe’ulat ha-yetsirah." Reece muttered, automatically.

Steve's eyes stung as he watched the sun reappear from the moon's shadow. Probably destroyed my eyesight, he thought absently. Good thing Moshiach was near. None of it mattered anymore. He looked out across the water and sighed.

"Reece, what is your purpose?" He asked him.

"To serve you, sir." He replied immediately and with absolute conviction.

"Good." Steve said, nodding. He stepped towards Reece swiftly, grabbed him by his belt and his collar, and tossed him from the roof. To his credit, Reece fell silently to his death. As he smashed fatally against the ground below Steve admired him for that. So many die screaming and without dignity.

"You're welcome." He said down to his lifeless body. Doomed, he thought, but at least he had a purpose.  So many more would die clawing for that and never achieving it. Reece had been lucky. Suddenly, his pocket was full of Wagner. He reached into it and retrieved his ringing cellphone.

"What?"

"Did you see the news?" It was Miller, his man in the White House, and he never called with good news.

"What did our naked emperor do?"

"He stared directly up at the eclipse like a dumbass. Three times. The press is having a field day with his senile ass."

"Is that all?" Steve laughed.

"This stuff is adding up. It matters, Steve." Miller insisted.

"Oh, I don't know." Steve said. He looked down over the edge of the building and saw Reece staring back up at him. He was standing in the pool of blood he'd created after he'd been thrown completely motionless save for the movement of the wind in his long black hair. "Maybe he's like me. Maybe he's just saying 'Fuck it.'."

Miller began to speak again but Steve hung up and returned the phone to his pocket. He spoke down to Reece in barely more than a whisper.

"What is your purpose?" He asked him, again.

"TO SERVE YOU!" It roared back up to him in one voice that sounded like one hundred.

"That's right." He told it with a grin. "Now, go get the car."

He gave the sun a final glance. It was finished. The sun was whole again and blinding as always. For now, at least. Crescent shaped artifacts danced across his vision after he tore himself away from it.

"Fuck it." he said, and headed for the stairs.

Trolls, trolled.

I don't usually do "reports from the internet!" type posts because I hate them but this is too funny not to share.

So FunnyOrDie ran this ridiculous, and hilarious, J.K. Rowling story:

Obviously fake. Obviously satire. Besides the fact that no such tweets exist. Besides the fact that this is not how repossession works. Besides the fact that the next article on the same page is this:

(This picture of Obama is fucking hilarious, btw.)


/pol/ has been going absolutely nuts. Some are calling for J.K. Rowling's execution. Some are saying that this is typical of a "Jewess" or the "Jewry". Many of them seem to believe that this story is not only real but also indicative of the predatory nature of the left against the right. It is, in a way. It's a total fabrication made real only by troubled teenage minds. Here are some samples of their deliciously flustered jimbobs.

Maybe the reason that /Pol/ is so heavily pro-Trump really is that they cannot tell fantasy from reality. 

Either way, /Pol/ = BTFO 😆😆😆

Review of Republican Tears - Vintage 1942.

There are moments when I feel perfectly comfortable taking the low road. Times when I can quite happily watch my foes fail as they reach for their goal, mere inches from their fingertips, only to stumble, and then fall. I feel no remorse as I stand over them, laughing, and drink their bitter and delicious tears.

Last night, I felt this way as I watched Mitch McConnell weep openly.

Schadenfreude, they call it.

Taking pleasure in someone else's misfortune.

As those salty morsels of satifaction oozed from his sad, sleepy eyes my mouth instantly filled with saliva. As enticing as beads of morning dew running down the skin of a ripe, green apple bathed in the day's first light and diminished not one iota by the crusty jowls down which they currently streamed. I was a man, fresh from the scorching desert, and Mitch McConnell's precious droplets of failure were my oasis.

The look on his dumb, droopy face when McCain gave his thumbs down, immediately making eye contact with the defeated dunce like a boss, was as delectable and decadent a treat as any state fair fare. It was fried iced cream. It was fried cheesecake. It was a funny funnel cake of fantastic fuckery.

Thank you, Mr. McCain.

But where do I go from here?

Will anything ever be as sweet?

Will I ever again be satisfied?

Is today the day?

Western news correspondents in North Korea have been told today to expect a "big and important event". At times, in the past, this has amounted to nothing. Other times, however, this has heralded a test of either a missile or a nuclear warhead.

So, with Trump's “Armada” steaming full ahead towards North Korea, is this going to be what kicks off war with North Korea?

It's apparent that Trump is very keen on conflict. When we're talking about North Korea, or Syria, we're not talking about Russian connections to the treasonous Trump team. Distraction is one of Trump's absolute favorite tactics. Mainly, because it works. Our media has proven time and again to be as susceptible to distraction as the very dumbest of our population. At this point, Donald may as well be jingling his car keys at them.

So, if Kim tests a nuke today then what is the response? Tomahawks? Airstrikes? Both will be a clear declaration of war. North Korea is not Syria. This isn't pantomime any more. If we attack North Korea at all, if we fire a missile, a round, if we throw a fucking rock, we will be at war with North Korea. Period.

We are in the absolute worst position we could be in. We are sitting here today and wondering - “How will Trump respond to provocation?”.

The answer, unfortunately, is probably “Not well”.

I fear that by the day's end we will be at war. Someone should tell Donald Trump that you can't win a war from a golf course. 

Trump - Conning the media again.

Wow, that Syria distraction sure was effective.

Call Putin and warn him. Putin warns Assad. They clear the airfield, let the Tomahawks make some noise and move some dirt around, and get back to work on their still completely functional runway.

"Hey, Putie! We're going to bomb an airfield to distract people from my terrible presidency, Sad! Don't tell Bashar, ok?!" pic.twitter.com/uCkYhqPjR3

— Heysoos X Thompson (@GrafHeysoos) April 8, 2017

"Everything you tell Putie is strictly between us, Donny. You know that! I love you." pic.twitter.com/7aITvT2sng

— Heysoos X Thompson (@GrafHeysoos) April 8, 2017

The most obvious of political pantomimes.

Meanwhile...

Pay no attention to Trump's expensive desert distraction, North Korea is where it's going down.#ImpeachTrump https://t.co/gOXanZFg1R

— Heysoos X Thompson (@GrafHeysoos) April 9, 2017

And this is the real story. North Korea is looking like a likely target more and more. Trump wants to start a war to save his presidency. He's going to use it to consolidate his power. "We don't have time to investigate this Russia nonsense!" They'll say, "We're at war!".

And North Korea is playing right into it.

"North Korea says a US missile strike on Syria "proves a million times over" that it was right to strengthen its nuclear programme, state media report."


North Korea has WMDs and it's dictator is breaking our sanctions. We have to act, they say, before he starts randomly shooting off missiles at other sovereign nations. How do you do this the day after firing 59 missiles at another sovereign nation with a straight face? Missiles that he fired, by the way, while he was meeting with the Chinese President. He told him that shit at dinner. I'm sure that's just a coincidence, though.

So instead of sitting down at the table with North Korea, which is really all that lil' Kim wants from us, we are going to attack them. Trump has drawn the line for China, his aggression towards North Korea is evident, his forces are moving into place, and he is exactly the kind of nutcase that would start a war to save a presidency.

And the media will fall for it. Just as those "beautiful" missiles distracted idiot talking heads with bright lights and loud noises so too will this impending North Korean conflict. They'll forget all about Russia and go into 24 hour news war mode. We'll all be far too busy watching night vision videos of rockets bursting in air to worry about the Russians' compromising our entire government. We need to be keeping our eyes on the ball and they're going to be distracting us with shiny things. These are the times that CNN and their ilk are bad for America.

The honeymoon is over.

“BUT WHY?!” The Donald screamed as he slammed his small, soft hands down on the Resolute desk. His anger forced his voice two full octaves higher and made him sound like a petulant child.

“Don-” Paul Ryan began. The Donald cut him off.

“MR. PRESIDENT!” The Donald whined.

“Mr. President...” Ryan choked out the words. “We don't have the support.”

“Well, maybe if you'd made it better! Why is it so bad? You're the worst! SAD!” The last word he almost spit out involuntarily, as though he suffered from Tourette's.

“You said you liked it yes-” Ryan was cut off again.

“FAKE NEWS!” The Donald began sputtering. “You are just as bad as CNN and NBC! Fox and friends knows! You're just like the fake dishonest media! SAD!”

“Do-Mr. President, this isn't the end of the fight. We can rewrite it and reintroduce it. We can-” Ryan pleaded.

“No! The stupid loser Democrats want Obamacare? Fine! They can have it! Steve told me that it's going to explode anyway and, when it does, it'll be their fault! They're going to have to come to me for help and I'll make them all come down to Mar-A-Lago and eat the meatloaf! Get out of my office!” The Donald turned his back and stared angrily out of the window.

“Yes, Mr. President.” Ryan said. As he left the Oval Office, closing the door behind him, a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Sad.” He said to himself quietly as he wiped it away.

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While it is true that Trump's White House is now clearly a lost cause of scandal and incompetence there may still be a silver lining:

Trump may be too busy, or even completely unable, to pursue military actions.

He's in it now and it's showing. He's coming apart at the seams live on Twitter. His mad ramblings, written in such obvious panic and desperation, should be more proof than anyone needs. The way he attempts to fling blame at other people is a clear indicator. He's compromised, there is proof, and he knows it. Why else would he be so worried about a wiretap that he'd tell his tweeps before he asked his advisers? 

He's rattled.

Imagine that you're a general watching this. A general that, not so long ago, watched your commander-in-chief throw you and your buddies under the fucking bus for a botched raid that he himself greenlit. 

Now you're thinking about your career, your family, your troops. Are you going to follow this man into battle? Having served under some questionably suited NCOs and officers I can tell you that disobeying an unlawful order is as much a soldier's duty as following a lawful one. I have to hope that our military commanders are the men that I think they are and that they should be.

I also don't see Trump getting any cooperation from our allies at the moment regarding broad military action - like war with Iran. I've written about my belief that Trump will attack Iran in much the same way that Bush attacked Iraq; Looking for things that aren't there and after a dubiously connected terrorist attack. I can't see that happening with the way things are going. As with most of my most pessimistic writing... I hope I'm wrong.

The support that he needs seems to be dwindling. As Republicans continue to play damage control, while they push through measures to make their friends rich, they are slowly distancing themselves from the Trump administration. Especially now that the Republican healthcare plan has been outed as an absolute disaster. Trump has no real allies that I can see. Is a politician ever a true ally? A person motivated solely by their self interest is never going to burn for you.

It'll be very interesting to see how the Trump administration responds to Rachel Maddow's exposure of Trump's 2005 tax returns. The WH's statement...

is a disaster. How embarrassed are you that this is the kind of statement that Trump's WH releases?

So, what now? They just accused Maddow of breaking the law. Are they going to arrest her? Is this the next iteration of the "Lock Her Up!" movement? Isn't it funny that Trump and his cronies have been saying for this entire time that he can't release his tax returns and then today, when the press gets a portion of them, they are eager to release that portion but only that portion? We need to see those taxes.

What Maddow has now isn't actionable but she's got the right idea. By showing what she has she can show us what we need and why we need it. Hopefully this is only the beginning. 

I believe that the president is corrupt and compromised, I believe that initially only his inner circle were fully aware of the extent of this, and I believe that now, as the evidence pours out of the many holes in the HIRMS Trump, people that previously did not believe are starting to. What they will do with this information I have no idea. 

Trump is sinking, though. 

Watch the rats.

Putin's Puppet.

Donald Trump is a liar.

A war is coming; and soon.

Even all the way down here in Texas I can hear Trump and his generals rattling their sabers. Their pockets are full of big shiny toys burning holes in their trousers. Abrams, Apaches, and Spectres. Oh my.

Iran will be the target. It's a country we've had our eyes on it for quite a while. Tensions have been rising in the Persian Gulf and particularly in and around the strait of Hormuz. Last year Iran even threatened it's closure. That's 20% of the world's oil. 85% of which goes to Asia. It'll give Trump control over a large amount of oil, among other seaborne commerce passing through the strait, and a way to hurt China. Sound like something The Orange might be interested in?

He's already surrounded himself with people that would be amenable to this course of action. Flynn has had a hard-on for Iran for a while and already believes that there is a war coming between them and Saudi Arabia. Mattis said two days ago, after Trump announced fresh sanctions against Iran, that they were the "single biggest state sponsor of terrorism in the world.". Bannon has been propagandizing about Iran getting nukes via Breitbart for sometime now, too. Tillerson has his eyes on their oil. Priebus has been screaming bloody murder about the same nukes. The echo chamber is complete and it is calling for an invasion.

Boots on the ground in Iran will be a messy affair. It will be a bloodier occupation that Iraq or Afghanistan. Insurgents will pour in from all sides, seeing it as a last stand of sorts. It'll be a dirty war that will claim many an American life. I don't think it will require a draft... but what bitter irony it would be to have one instituted by a draft dodger.

The Muslim ban was deliberately designed to agitate and isolate Muslims. The Trump administration wants a terrorist attack right now. One is probably coming, real or manufactured, that will somehow lead straight back to Iran. This will be the justification for their war. Hell, even if it doesn't lead back to Iran that won't stop them. Remember Iraq's role in 9/11? There will be a bombing or a shooting. The bomber or shooter will be Iranian. Or know an Iranian. Or have been to Iran. Or seen Iran on TV. Or have an A Flock Of Seagulls CD in his apartment. Something. Anything. That'll be all they need to get the meat grinder going.

As much as I'd like to paint Trump as a deplorable devil of Nixonian proportions with a head full of evil plans I can't. He's a buffoon with a head full of air and hair growth chemicals. This was exposed as the truth when he unwittingly signed an order that placed Bannon on the NSC without even realizing it. He's their patsy. W II. Here to start WWIII. Personally, I think the man has Alzheimer's, as his father before him, and that everyone around him knows it. He's their useful idiot and with him they will rule the world. Or attempt to.

So we're going to war again, America. And, whether they succeed or they fail, we, the people, will suffer.

Run them jewels (again).

Something amazing seems to happen when you combine Jaime Meline and Michael Render. Southern swag and Northern grit come together in the most magical way. What results is a rap duo the likes of which I haven't seen since Blackstar. The easy why that they feed each other as they walk all up and down the sick beats El-P creates for them is hard to hate. Even the people that aren't Hip Hop fans that I let (make) listen to them come away in a daze. It's not something you can argue with.

Run The Jewels 3 continues their trend of self improvement. 

Every record, indeed every song, is better than the last. A graph of their improvement would read like a stairway to heaven - Ever upward. 

The album pulls no punches, as is their custom, and hits you heavily about your ears like a three piece combo - Beat *Wop*, Mike *Wop*, El *Wop*. Free of charge, too. 

Don't forget to say thank you.

A Christmas fucking miracle.

Talk To Me is epic. "Militant Michael" clearly states his position firmly on the side of the cause of black equality, not that there was any doubt, with the line "My job is to fight for survival in spite of these "All Lives Matter" ass white folk.". He told y'all suckers.

Hey Kids (feat. Danny Brown) is just savage as fuck. Mike kills it right from the beginning and El proves, as usual, that he isn't playin' catch up with the skills. I'm not always a fan of Danny Brown but he for real kills it, too. Stepping it up to their level perhaps? Either way, the song is dope.

On Stay Gold El hits me with one of my favorite rhymes on the whole album, "All you fucking frauds can keep juggling lava rocks, I'm non-compliant/I'll define it, nothing servile, all defiance.". That shit is how I feel all day long.

Everybody Stay Calm seems like a contradiction as the beat forces you to bounce. With Killer Mike dropping lines like "Hey El, the AR’s an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit / Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off.", and El P answering "They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous / Too old to change, I’ma stay with paper / Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces / We talk too loud, won’t remain in our places.", I sit here sipping thinking "If y'all want me to stay calm you better quit hyping me up.".

I could sit here and talk about every song on the album but you should probably just listen to the shit.


Here's Hey Kids to get you started.

Find the rest at RunTheJewels.com. 

A short rant.

The weird turn pro.

The Liar Reich

I'm tired of hearing white people complaining about losing. I'm sick of being told that the white man is the new oppressed minority. I definitely do not have the stomach for it when it comes out of the mouths of frauds like Richard Spencer. Please tell us more about the plight of the young white man growing up in the Preston Hollow area of Dallas, Texas. I'm sure it must have been tough living in a neighborhood that currently houses the likes of George W. Bush and Mark Cuban. I think Cuban is Jewish though so maybe that means Preston Hollow has more diversity now then when I last saw it.

I wish that the angry and poor white people supporting phonies like this would realize that they are being conned. He's using their hatred, their fear, their xenophobia, and, honestly, their gullibility to control them. They see him up there spouting off half-baked philosophies and flawed ideologies that they want, need, to believe and they fall in line. Even throwing him the Nazi salute.

Speaking of which, how the fuck can you claim to celebrate European heritage while throwing Nazi salutes and waving Nazi flags? I'm not sure that these guys could find Europe on a map let alone speak in any length about it's history or their connection to it. Trust me when I say that the majority of Europe neither claims nor wants to claim you. They've done that dance. They didn't like it. I'd also be very interested to see where these men trace their European roots to. Do they trace them at all or do they just say to themselves in earnest "I'm white. I must be European."? It should be a hard sell for people that think the ancient Egyptians were also white and that Jesus was an Aryan. Could you not be a relative of Tutankhamen? Maybe you're the last Scion. Hail Caesar and all that.

That these people are lying to themselves with the same gusto that their leaders spew untruths goes completely without saying but I'll say it anyway. Just because I have the time and the hotness in my belly. You know, the one you get when you need to shit urgently or possibly throw up? Then surprise! You're doing both. I'm doing both all over the Alt-Right as often as I can until they go away.

Their ideas are stupid. Their logic is flawed. Their leaders are frauds. Their knowledge of history is shoddy. Their haircuts are dumb, they have weak chins, and, I hear, their wives enjoy big giant throbbing black cocks. A group of flailing cucks, one and all. Pigs. Swine. Cowards.

Fuck everything they stand for and, if you stand with them, fuck you, too.

If Everything Is Racist Then Nothing Is.

You'll see and hear a lot of the same things from people right now. One of the biggest phrases I see a lot is "You think everything is racist.". This is usually said right after you call someone out for being racist. They do this to marginalize you and destroy the credibility of your statement. It's complete bullshit and should not be tolerated. Racism exists. We all know this. It exists in many forms and in many people. Race relations in Amerikkka have always been shaky, at best. We live in a country that committed genocide against it's native people, enslaved it's black and Chinese people, locked it's Japanese people in internment camps, that continues to suppress it's minority community's votes, and is now talking about deporting 11 million Hispanic immigrants and forcing Muslims to register. We need to talk about racism.


Call it what it is.

If you're a white person that is spouting this "You think everything is racist" bullshit then, guess what? You're supporting racism and further damaging race relations at a time when we do so at our peril. Look around and realize that your apathy is allowing for the rise of fascist rhetoric and the loss of basic human rights for your friends and neighbors.

If you're a POC and you aren't calling out racism WHENEVER you hear it then, guess what? You are supporting racism and further damaging race relations. This shit cannot and should not be tolerated in our society. We've come to goddamn far to be taking these huge steps backwards. I refuse to go back to a time when a white man thought it acceptable to call me a nigger in the street. You should, too.

Making America great again means stepping back to the 1960s and undoing the entire civil rights movement? It means leaping back to the 1940s and one of the most shameful things we've ever done as a nation? It means deporting millions of people that DO contribute to our economy, both in tax revenue and in purchasing power? It means undoing LGBT rights? It means ignoring the RIGHT of Natives to defend water they depend on to live? It means allowing fascist hate groups to march around spewing disgusting rhetoric about white supremacy?

I don't think so.

America IS great because it's a melting pot. Because we are supposed to unite as Americans in times of need. This is a time of need. Do not let a small group divide us.

I don't hate white people, and I know that most white people don't hate me, but some of them do. Acknowledging that is not the cause of racism but the cure for it. Be my brother, respect my opinion, understand my point of view, and I will do the same. Don't dismiss me because my opinion makes you uncomfortable.

I have not yet begun to fight.

I never pictured myself here.

Blogs are pathetic, really. Just an exercise in impotent rage. People screaming into the void. A vain attempt to gain attention by people who think they have a unique and interesting perspective. My blog isn't going to change the world.

So why bother?

The answer came at me like a ton of bricks. It fell on me and pinned me to the spot in which I now lay. It anchors me here, in this place, where there is but one course of action.

Because it's something. Because if I can even change one mind, educate one person, reach one kindred spirit, then this is all completely worth it.

Because it soothes me in a way that few things do.

Because they have blogs, too.

By they, I mean these Alt-Right nutjobs that are constantly hounding me and others on all forms of social media. When they aren't sending me death threats, calling me "Afrocentric", or a "black nationalist", or just a nigger, they're attempting to create false narratives about me and my intentions. If someone attacks me and I retaliate they call me violent. If I threaten those that threaten me they say that I'm making threats about nothing. They knowingly spread lies about me and people that look like me to further their agenda and their agenda, make no mistake, is our destruction.

I will never sit quietly and passively while people attempt to destroy me. Be it with words or with weapons. I will always fight back. I will always stand tall against tyranny. I haven't come this far to be silenced by a bunch of angry white men with inferiority complexes. I didn't risk my life in combat to surrender to threats. I didn't watch my friends die for rights that I am willing to relinquish. The more I am told to shut up the louder I will shout.

If you're reading this and you feel the way that I feel then you are my brother. I don't care about your color. I don't care about your religion. I don't care about your geographical location, your sexual orientation, your political affiliation, or your gender identification.

Some people think that I hate Trump voters. I don't. If you are a Trump voter, though, then you should understand a few things. Donald Trump ran on a platform of racism, prejudice, misogyny, xenophobia, and lies. By voting for this you have proven that you do not care about your president saying and doing the things that he says and does. You're telling me that it doesn't matter if he lies to you about any and everything. Otherwise, you wouldn't have voted for him. You have accepted all that he is and decided that those things are ok. I don't know how to reconcile that. I don't know how to be a friend to someone that accepts those things from anyone, let alone from the leader of their country. If you're white and you voted for him that tells me that you care more about Hillary Clinton's emails than you do about my welfare in this country as a brown person.

When he comes for the undocumented and the Muslims all brown people will be under a microscope. You may not see this as a real fear but I cannot afford to dismiss it when it is a clear possibility. Ask the Jews how that works out. Or the Armenians. Or the Japanese. Ask the Cambodians that watched the rise of the Khmer Rouge or the Russians that witnessed the rise of Lenin and then Stalin. You may think I'm being paranoid. The reason you think that is simple; You don't have to worry about it so you don't care. If you're white and an American citizen they may never come for you. You won't listen to me NOW. Will you listen when they come for me? How can I trust you to? Why would I?

I understand that you're scared of Muslims and Mexicans. You disregard the fact that you're more likely to be killed by a white terrorist than a brown one, more likely to be killed by a cop than a Jihadi, more likely to kill a cop as a white man. You ignore the good in each group and exaggerate the bad while simultaneously dismissing the hate groups growing in strength within your own communities and among your own race. Black people are responsible for all other black people while white people take no responsibility for other whites. If a white man screams nigger and hits me in my face on the street "moderate" whites will tell me that he doesn't represent all other white people. If a black man does the same to a white man it will trend on twitter and/or be reported on Breitbart as an example of the violent savagery of the black man. You do this with a complete lack of self awareness. Then you will want to be my friend. Then you will call yourself my ally.

If you do not stand up for me against the people that attack me you are not my friend. If you do not speak up for me when people put me down then you are not my ally. If you do not respect me enough to acknowledge and understand the things in the world that I worry about then you are not my brother.

Right now I can't afford to figure out people's intentions. You're either with me or against me.

I'm not threatening you with violence. Please understand that. This is America, after all, and Americans do not physically attack those with opposing views. Well, not other Americans with opposing views, anyway. The very essence of my fear is that this seems to be changing right before my eyes. I never received death threats for arguing about Obama and Romney. I've never been called a stupid nigger just for admitting to being a liberal. Before this election I was working on poems and short stories. I was thinking about writing a book for my children. Now, I'm blogging anonymously about hate crimes and racism. Anonymously because I fear for the safety of my children.

An American should not have to worry about retaliation against his family for his political views. Yet, I do. I was told not long ago that I should stop arguing and blogging "for the sake of my children and old people.". When I refused I was then told that I "must have a death wish like they do, then.".

What the actual fuck, America?

So, here I am. I will keep writing. I will keep disagreeing. I will continue to be a dissident. I will continue to work towards achieving my political goals and making America SAFE again for myself, my children, and all other people of color. I will not bow to threats nor yield to pressure. I will not sit down. I will not be quiet.

If I should die in the service of this goal then so be it.

Drape a flag on my coffin and bury me a patriot.

A message for the fascists.

I have a message for those that would threaten us.

For those that mean us harm.

For those that think us weak.

Stop It?

Trump's "harsh words" in response to hate crimes are akin to mine when my wife's cat steps on my keyboard while look for pets.

Stop it.

Like kindly Papaw delivering a scolding to his favorite grandchild with the hint of a smile and a wink.

Stop it.

President Obama, adressing hate crimes in America, had this to say;

At root, this isn't just about our laws; this is about who we are as a people.  This is about whether we value one another 
-- whether we embrace our differences, rather than allowing them to become a source of animus.  It's hard for any of us to imagine the mind-set of someone who would kidnap a young man and beat him to within an inch of his life, tie him to a fence, and leave him for dead.  It's hard for any of us to imagine the twisted mentality of those who'd offer a neighbor a ride home, attack him, chain him to the back of a truck, and drag him for miles until he finally died.

But we sense where such cruelty begins:  the moment we fail to see in another our common humanity -- the very moment when we fail to recognize in a person the same fears and hopes, the same passions and imperfections, the same dreams that we all share.

We have for centuries strived to live up to our founding ideal, of a nation where all are free and equal and able to pursue their own version of happiness.  Through conflict and tumult, through the morass of hatred and prejudice, through periods of division and discord we have endured and grown stronger and fairer and freer.  And at every turn, we've made progress not only by changing laws but by changing hearts, by our willingness to walk in another's shoes, by our capacity to love and accept even in the face of rage and bigotry.

Trump, addressing hate crimes in America, had this to say;

I am so saddened to hear that.

George Bush, addressing hate crimes in America, had this to say;

One of the greatest obligations of this administration and of the Department of Justice is the guarantee of civil rights for all Americans. As I said in my State of the Union Address, every one of us must confront and condemn racism, anti-Semitism, bigotry, and hate not next week, not tomorrow, but right now -- every single one of us. For hate crimes cannot be tolerated in a free society.

Trump, addressing hate crimes in America, had this to say;

Stop it.

Bill Clinton, addressing hate crimes in America, had this to say;

We should remember that each of us almost wakes up every day with the scales of light and darkness in our own hearts, and we've got to keep them in proper balance. And we have to be in the United States absolutely resolute about this. That's why I think this hate crimes issue is so important.

We're not talking about everybody agreeing with everybody else on every political issue. We're talking about whether people have a right, if they show up and work hard and obey the law and are good citizens, to pursue their lives in dignity ... without fear of being abused. And this should not be a partisan issue.

Trump, addressing hate crimes in America, had this to say;

And I say, 'Stop it.' If it -- if it helps, I will say this, and I will say right to the cameras: 'Stop it.'

Your "President-Elect" is, at best, an incompetent. At worst, he's a treasonous, white supremacist collaborating toad.

I say 'your's' because he is not mine.

No president of mine would attempt to stop hate crimes the way that Willy Wonka attempts to stop Mike TV from teleporting himself.

The President-Elect is a Pathological LIAR.

The first thing I saw Donald J. Trump say today was a lie. This has been par for the course these last 18 or so months. The only explanation I have for this is that he thinks we're all morons. He might be right.

This tweet, taking aim again at the "Lugenpresse", is a flat out LIE. Disprovable with a simple google search, like so.

How dishonest are they, Mr. Not My President-Elect? Not nearly as dishonest as you, to be sure.

It seems, though, that he nor his supports care for the truth any longer. It seems that the only truth is what more people hear. In Trumpland, a lie becomes the truth when it's heard by more people than the real fact. Just say it loud, proud, and often. People will believe it.

This is NOT MY PRESIDENT.

Pepe Earth - with David Attenborough.

The Twittersphere.

Host to all manner of creatures, the Twittersphere is a strange and wondrous place. Here can be had all sorts of experiences. From hearty laughs with friends to cordial chats with celebrities. It has toppled governments, shaped elections, and decided the winners of gameshows. For some, it is an information super highway linking them to the entire world at light speed so that they may gather knowledge for the good of all mankind. For other, lesser creatures, it is simply an outlet for their angst. A way to work through their personal issues without being personal. Anonymity, to these base lifeforms, is the only way that they can truly be themselves as, in the real world, larger and more powerful beings would surely crush them.

One such denizen of this world is "The Pepe".

Seeking out those it deems to be weaker, the Pepe will attack indiscriminately. Largely a pack animal, due to it's fragile nature, the Pepe charges headlong into a fray with reckless abandon. This generally works for the Pepe. 

Sometimes, however, the Pepe makes a grave mistake. 

This is one such time.

Welcome to Pepe Earth.

First, the Pepes are engaged.

Enraged by the challenge, the Pepes attempt to show physical dominance. It's perceived prey wastes no time in asserting it's own prowess. This causes the Pepe to signal other Pepes to help as he realizes, too late, that he is outmatched.

Then a rule of the internet is stated.

The Pepes then respond in typical fashion and the rule is restated.

His companion is sensing that he is fading and attempts, quite unsuccessfully, to strike.

I hope you have enjoyed this glimpse into the Twittersphere and this revealing look into that strange creature, the Pepe.

Please join us again, here, on Pepe Earth.