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SJWs are Loaded

by baldilocks

I’ve got noth­ing. There­fore, go read this.

Talk to a Left­ist, and he will com­plain that dead peo­ple who looked vaguely sim­i­lar to you per­pe­trated hor­rific crimes against human­ity (while ignor­ing sim­i­lar crimes per­pet­u­ated by peo­ple who didn’t look much like you). The Trail of Tears was your fault, so was slav­ery, the Holo­caust, colo­nial­ism, why Soma­lia sucks today, and why it sucked 500 years ago, and why an over­weight les­bian couldn’t get a taxi cab in Man­hat­tan at 4 in the after­noon on a Fri­day – what­ever. It’s all your fault. Carry the sins, accept the pun­ish­ment, give up your wealth (there was a hash­tag run­ning around social media some time ago called #GiveY­our­Money­ToWomen), shut up and stay in your lane.

Christ could carry the weight of the world, the plethora of sins com­mit­ted by mankind. I, how­ever, am unable to do so. I’m just a man, a reg­u­lar Joe. I work, I pay my taxes (I’d rather not, but it’s not like the IRS gives us a choice in the mat­ter), I have a fam­ily, same as any other. I screw up a lot, and the weight of my own respon­si­bil­i­ties is, on occa­sion, rather crush­ing on its own. I am not Atlas, and SJWs can sit there and try to put the weight of the world on my shoul­ders, but it’ll never work. It’ll never do any good.

Folks, I don’t know how much of your think­ing has been wasted on the mat­ter of social jus­tice and pro­gres­sivism. A good man might ask him­self if, per­haps, he really ought to carry these chains, if you are Jacob Mar­ley to their Ebenezer Scrooge. But the ques­tion is moot to begin with. You can’t carry these chains, whether you wanted to or not. They are too big for you. They will destroy you. When you look into the face of an SJW, you are see­ing some­one who was already destroyed by this weight. Their psy­ches cracked under the pres­sure. They are no longer sane, or even them­selves. It is almost like they are all possessed.

Read the rest and Happy Earth Day. Try not to carry it, though. Or wor­ship the things of it.

Juli­ette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was pub­lished in 2012. Her sec­ond novel ten­ta­tively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done on April 2017! Fol­low her on Twit­ter and on Gab​.ai.

Please con­tribute to Juliette’s JOB: Her new novel, her blog, her Inter­net to keep the lat­ter going and COF­FEE to keep her going!

Or hit Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Inde­pen­dent Journalism!

by baldilocks

I’ve got nothing. Therefore, go read this.

Talk to a Leftist, and he will complain that dead people who looked vaguely similar to you perpetrated horrific crimes against humanity (while ignoring similar crimes perpetuated by people who didn’t look much like you). The Trail of Tears was your fault, so was slavery, the Holocaust, colonialism, why Somalia sucks today, and why it sucked 500 years ago, and why an overweight lesbian couldn’t get a taxi cab in Manhattan at 4 in the afternoon on a Friday – whatever. It’s all your fault. Carry the sins, accept the punishment, give up your wealth (there was a hashtag running around social media some time ago called #GiveYourMoneyToWomen), shut up and stay in your lane.

Christ could carry the weight of the world, the plethora of sins committed by mankind. I, however, am unable to do so. I’m just a man, a regular Joe. I work, I pay my taxes (I’d rather not, but it’s not like the IRS gives us a choice in the matter), I have a family, same as any other. I screw up a lot, and the weight of my own responsibilities is, on occasion, rather crushing on its own. I am not Atlas, and SJWs can sit there and try to put the weight of the world on my shoulders, but it’ll never work. It’ll never do any good.

Folks, I don’t know how much of your thinking has been wasted on the matter of social justice and progressivism. A good man might ask himself if, perhaps, he really ought to carry these chains, if you are Jacob Marley to their Ebenezer Scrooge. But the question is moot to begin with. You can’t carry these chains, whether you wanted to or not. They are too big for you. They will destroy you. When you look into the face of an SJW, you are seeing someone who was already destroyed by this weight. Their psyches cracked under the pressure. They are no longer sane, or even themselves. It is almost like they are all possessed.

Read the rest and Happy Earth Day. Try not to carry it, though. Or worship the things of it.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done on April 2017! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

Please contribute to Juliette’s JOB:  Her new novel, her blog, her Internet to keep the latter going and COFFEE to keep her going!

Or hit Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Independent Journalism!