Must've Been Some Sort of Sale on Nazi Shit This Week. Yikes. (Ferret)
I never thought I’d wax nostalgic over the days when the sole purpose of the Republican Party was to make rich people richer, but now that they’re bringing equal guile and fervor to efforts to feed and grow their shiny new fascist death cult base, I confess I reminisce almost fondly about mere Gordon Gekko greed.
(Tonight like every night, news links and shiny colors are only a click away: http://showercapblog.com/mustve-been-some-sort-of-sale-on-nazi-shit-this-week-yikes/)
Because we’re lookin’ at Nazi shit tonight, friends. Sorry. There’s just a whole lotta Nazi shit goin’ down in the land of the free lately, and I guess we gotta chronicle it, cuz that’s what we put on the header. I’ll try to throw in a few poop jokes here and there…spoonful of sugar and all that.
When names like Marjorie Taylor Greene and Kyle Rittenhouse collide in a shared headline, you KNOW you’re getting pure, uncut, Nazi shit. Anyway, a sitting U.S. Congresswoman fundraised for the child terrorist who has become a folk hero to the increasingly-violent alt-right, and no one in her party could be bothered to offer up the mildest “well, she really oughtn’t” in condemnation.
Because in the scramble for power in the All-New, Not-Sure-Whose-Side-We’re-Gonna-Be-On-In-World-Wars-From-Here-On-Out GOP, the maniacs are definitely taking their shot. Turns out, when you set out to construct a coalition of, by, and for the shittiest and craziest people alive, you attract some…well, you’d call them “characters” were their intentions a little less vile.
You watch perpetual candidate Josh Mandel stumbling around, rubbing his own shit into his own hair while screaming GEORGE SOROS CAUSED COVID, and you can’t help but wonder if th’Base™️isn’t just rage-crazed enough to finally actually send that d-list Arkham Asylum inmate to the United States Senate; J.D. Vance’s debasing mimicry of Joshie’s act tells us a fair amount about the conventional wisdom on the subject in “moderate” conservative circles.
See, you can’t really be moderate in a party where the Mandels and the Taylor Greenes call the shots. The moderate position at that table is We Should Have Little Libraries in the Concentration Camps Full of Terrified Children We Stole From Migrant Families.
Meanwhile Allen West’s quest for the Texas governorship rode a wave of ivermectin and hydroxychloroquine to a little detour in the Covid ward, while Mike “the Turkish Delight” Flynn begged the disinformation-warped cult of Q to believe his earnest denials of Satan-worship, an event with absolutely no parallels to any known Arthur Miller play.
Remember, it’s their very best they’re sending.
I guess somebody put up the eighty bucks, and so the Deposed Dotard recorded a creepy little Cameo vid for MAGA martyr Ashli Babbitt’s birthday party, and while lionizing treasonous terrorists isn’t what one might typically think of as even post-presidential behavior, Van Jones assures me that big ol’ pivot’s coming any day now. Two weeks.
Trump-endorsed Georgia Senate candidate/serial domestic abuser Herschel Walker cancelled a scheduled fundraiser with some wingnut rando who apparently enjoys filling Twitter with swastikas. If only scaring them off the behavior were as easy as getting them to back away from the most overt symbols, right?
“Holy balls, Cap, Swastikas?!? There really IS a lot of Nazi shit this week!” Yes, Virginia, there is indeed. And we’re not done with the week’s Nazi shit, either. We’re not close to done. But there’s a little bit of non-Nazi shit, too, shit that’s just ordinarily shitty shit, so why don’t we sort through some of that shit for a while? Lil’ palate cleanser. Sorbet.
A New York Times exposé revealed the entirely predictable trashfire of corruption and incompetence surrounding the Turd Reich’s handling of gifts from foreign governments. Also that the Saudis, recognizing a mark when they saw one, dazzled Donnie Dipshit with fake furs, because fucking of course they did. There must’ve been a line out the goddamn door to renegotiate everything from treaties to trade deals before the grown-ups came back to drag history’s most perfect rube away from the table.
Between that and the latest setback in just one of his many legal battles, we’re reminded that perhaps the biggest reason Off-Brand Orbán (yeah, I’m keeping that one) seeks a return to the Oval Office so rapaciously is it’s the only place he’s truly safe from the legal consequences of a decades-long career in crime of all flavors, from sexual assault to theft to terrorism.
No wonder he’s taken time out of his busy schedule monitoring the feed from the hidden cameras he had installed in Jared and Ivanka’s bedroom to reassert his tiny-fisted grasp around the GOP’s collective gullet, threatening to withhold his hordes from party causes until they figure out some way to get Joe Biden to un-kick his historic loser ass. Now, following 2020’s “platforms are for cucks” doctrine, perhaps we should congratulate this amorphous mass of gutless buttholes for finally choosing to stand for anything at all, though admittedly, blind fealty to the fascist Big Lie isn’t the greatest starting point.
The Manchurian Manchild’s petulant displays of force are hardly necessary; these whipped dogs are surely domesticated for life; were you to remove Lindsey Graham’s collar, open the gate, and announce, “You’re free, boy!” he’d only stand there, confused and afraid, until you let him back into the house.
Texas Governor Greg Abbott actually issued an executive order attempting to ban vaccine mandates statewide, an act of abject madness and fathomless malice…and it made news for, oh, six hours or so? Because deploying the power of the state to intentionally exacerbate a public health crisis, at the cost of thousands of senseless, preventable deaths, is simply standard operating procedure for the 21st century Republican Party, during this, their steadily-accelerating downward spiral towards the darkest places the human animal has yet uncovered within itself. (Jesus, Cap, keep it light.)
Incidentally, I imagine Republicans will return to the holy mission of reducing the size of government in anticipation of imminent bathtub immersion just as soon as they’re done with the competitive serf-slaughtering phase of their 2024 primary. Until then, they need to retain powers juuuuuust intrusive enough to prevent private companies from reducing their workforce’s exposure to a lethal virus; it’s an exceptionally consistent belief system, conservatism.
Glenn Youngkin (the Republican candidate for Virginia Governor, making his overdue debut in this silly, silly blog) wants you to think he’s one of the good ones. The moderate ones. No Nazi shit for Glenn Youngkin. Okay, well, maybe he went on ONE actual, known neo-Nazi’s radio program, but in fairness, that was only to pander to the dude’s (Nazi) audience for votes.
Oh, and maybe the Virginia GOP threw a little antebellum Nuremberg rally with Steve Bannon and even a call-in from the Burst Hemorrhoid Emperor himself, and maybe they kinda sorta idol-worshipped a flag some toe-fucking gobshite brought back from the Capitol Riot, but outside of the Nazi shit mentioned here, which one must grudgingly admit constitutes an unusually large amount of Nazi shit for an American political campaign, Nazi shit has been kept to a minimum. Mostly.
The truth is, you can’t really get involved with Republican politics on any level these days without rolling around in a pigpen full of pipin’ hot Nazi shit, until it penetrates every orifice and stains your eternal soul, but of course Glenn understands all that, it’s just that he wants to be Governor more than he wants to oppose the rise of fascism on American soil. So I guess I’m endorsing Terry McAuliffe, who certainly has a great deal more to recommend himself than “hey, he’s not a Nazi,” but I’m a single-issue voter now.
Missouri Governor Mike Parson publicly threatened legal retaliation against a newspaper that notified his government of a security flaw that exposed 100,000 of his constituents’ Social Security numbers to theft, even though of course it was the government itself that left this data lying around on the side of the street next to a Help Yourself sign. Parson came off like a petty clown, of course, but that instinctive authoritarian lashing-out at the free press…I’m getting pretty sick of that shit.
I’ll be honest with you, even amidst all this fashy fuckery, nothing set the ol’ tummy to churning quite like the news that Joe Rogan was steering his audience towards the official spokescreep of shitsack supremacy: Tucker Carlson. Rogan’s laughably dishonest endorsement of Fish Stix Hitler amounted to praising Grand Moff Tarkin for preserving Alderaan’s picturesque forests and thriving theatre scene, providing the customary casual gaslighting sprinkles that grant so much of our news that familiar, tangy, Orwellian crunch. Still, a Rogan-Carlson pipeline would produce an awful lot of white boy terrorists, so let’s hope this particular supervillain team-up disintegrates sooner rather than later.
Carlson, whose laugh sounds like six hamsters in a food processor and whose chin was recently voted Most Likely to Be Fourteen Ounces of Cottage Cheese in a Sausage Casing, impugned Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg’s manhood for taking paternity leave. When these thugs get done burning books* they’ll actually put Liar Tuck’s sad, soft portrait in the dictionary next to “masculinity,” y’know. I mean, if you’re gonna lie about elections and pandemics, why not make Tucker Carlson the male ideal while you’re at it, just for laffs?
Now, you’re probably sick to fucking death of Nazi shit by now; lord knows I am. But if we don’t deal with the Nazi shit that’s already in front of us, we’re just gonna get served an even bigger plate of Nazi shit for breakfast tomorrow, and not to come off argumentative or anything, but my feeling is, there’s been too much Nazi shit already.
Because under Texas’ new anti-CRT law, (“CRT” stands for “Implying Racism Ever Existed in America for Even Ten Minutes AKA Spitting Directly Into the Eye of God” in Texas) we’ve got school boards telling their teachers that if you’re gonna stock books that suggest the Holocaust was bad in any way, you better Chuck Todd that shit and give equal representation to the “opposing” point of view, which is, objectively, Hitler’s.
See, I saved the Naziest shit for last.
Can I just ask…if you’re writing laws that transform public schools into environments where children are taught to bothsides the Holocaust, what conclusion do you expect people to draw? Because there aren’t non-Nazi reasons to do that.
Not sure what y’all hope to accomplish anyway, do you imagine doctoring a few history textbooks will somehow conceal the existence of the hatred you twisted fucks belch up all goddamn day long? Are you like…wait. Are…are they trying to claim credit for inventing racism? “As you learned in school, son, the human race lived in perfect harmony until scumbags like your dad came along and fucked everything up! Aren’tcha proud?”
Hopefully, by the next time we meet, Steve Bannon will be behind bars for defying a congressional subpoena. I’m told the chief obstacle confronting the Jan. 6th commission involves the necessity of constructing a unique holding facility for Bannon, whose body emits numerous secretions capable of burning through traditional restraints.
Hey, those of you who backed MARGUERITE VS. THE OCCUPATION on Kickstarter: digital copies have been sent! Check your junk folders if you didn’t see our update! And if you still haven’t filled out your reward survey, shame on you, get on that!
Which reminds me, we’re gearing up for yet another comic book Kickstarter come November! This one’s a little more fun in the traditional super-hero sense, but still contains all the Nazi-stomping goodness you’ve come to expect from Resistance Comics. Our pre-launch page for ODD YARNS is LIVE, and you can sign up for updates there!
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/worthcost/odd-yarns
Anyhoo, I’m gonna go try to wash all this Nazi shit out of my eyeballs, or at least drown it in beer. Stay safe out there, Resisters…we need ya.
*LOL they’re never “done.” That’s not how this works. Stop them or they don’t stop.
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Great as always. I found where the Bannon & traitor flag pledge took place here in Richmond. It was frightening close.
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I know I'm a little late to bring up your requested, gender of God controversy from last week. But, I had to ask my cousin's friend on social media for the real answer. It took a while to translate the reply from it's original gibberish to something I could almost understand.
Then, seeing nothing of use. Yes, even the Fall celebration apple-ish dewormer pie recipe failed to shed light on the question at hand.
I set out to do Internet researching of my own. (punctuated with some awwwsome kitteh pictures and hilarious memes.)
If you ask the famously non-hierarchical pantheists, they will undoubtedly answer, "Genders? Sure, we've got them all."
Dipping into the hierarchical and the more focused monotheistic beliefs. (treading lightly to avoid any accusations of heresy and blasphemy)
You find either a bimodal assertion that the gender of their Lord is of one type or a complete avoidance of the issue all together.
So, I must rely on my own (admittedly naïve and undoctrined) thoughts on the matter.
First of all, I have accepted the nature of the Higher Powers is inscrutable to me. All I ever may see is the evidence of machinations of what is done out of the far corner of my eye. When I least expect to see it.
Based on this, I will tentatively posit that God is of no gender while simultaneously being all genders. A mealy mouthed watery answer, I know. But, that is the curtain the Higher Powers consistently choose to work behind.
To illustrate this odd dichotomy, I'll reference one of my personal experiences. Early in my interdimensional travel experiments, I decided I wanted to become a member of a so-called gentleman's club. My desires driven by a need to see what it was like to sit in leather chairs, sipping brandy in a silk jacket, smoking a fine burley rub pipe, and reading pithy newspapers. Also, for prime rib night.
Well, due to one faulty resister and uncalibrated capacitors, I became a member of a wolf pack for a few years. Yes, you would think what you'd see as behavior would be on the order of alpha dogs in everything. But, no, outside of the social pack hunting, most of what I saw was eerily domesticated feline in nature. The opposite of the solitary behaviors of the wild big cats and totally outside of what domesticated canids are up to. Not what I was expecting.
NOTE: I still had prime rib night. So, I counted this experiment as a success.
Well, there it is, controversy.
Anyway, thanks for everything, Cap.