Twitter made the Jewish lady that posted this delete it for “threatening violence.”
Her followers spent the rest of the day tweeting this. Trolls couldn’t keep up.
Coming from someone who studies the Holocaust and the history surrounding it, It is important to remember that Nazis were human, not monsters.
It’s important because if we dehumanize them we create a level of separation between us and them. It’s important because if we create that level of removal, we start ignoring the subtle signs of antisemitism because “Oh, well they’re just a normal human, not a monster, i’m sure it’ll be alright.” It’s important because when we create that level of removal, they come back in waves. It’s important because when you create that level of separation, you get the problems that we have now.
There is a very simple set of brain equations involved when we dehumanize the enemy, and it goes something like this:
“Nazis are monsters” “I would not be friends with a monster”
The CORRECT conclusion is “I cannot be friends with Nazis”
BUT PEOPLE KEEP BELIEVING THE COROLLARY “None of my friends are Nazis” “…even that one guy who keeps posting ‘ironic’ Pepe memes, who never really grew out of his 4Chan /pol/ phase, and who keeps trying to have really intense conversations with me about ‘globalists’. But he’s my friend! I’ve known him forever! He doesn’t REALLY believe any of that stuff. He’s just kind of an asshole, and we love him anyway.”
This is a very bad corollary. It is an extraordinarily dangerous corollary. When we sincerely believe that we would not be friends with bad people, we ignore the signs that our friends are bad people.
(Friendly note: you can replace “Nazi” above with “sexual predator” or “racist” or “abuser”. Same hat, pretty much. There are very real reasons not to dehumanize the enemy, and they have nothing to do with the enemy’s right to humanity, and everything to do with the enemy’s ability to sneak past our lines wearing a nice-person mask.)
So because I have like, zero impulse control (and I needed an excuse to procrastinate) here is a list of Lokis rated by chocolate bars:
1) OG Loki from “Thor”, a sweet boy who means well, even if his methods leave something to be desired; gave birth to the “Disney Prince Loki” images. Will take you out on a magic carpet ride.
Extra Creamy? More like “Extra Dreamy”, am I right?
2) Avengers Loki: This Loki went through the deep end and came back a total edgelord. Uses very crass language even though I’m sure Frigga taught him better. Bitter AF.
3) Dark World Loki: Claims he doesn’t give a shit, when he clearly cares too much (you are not my mother my ass). Slightly less bitter than Avengers Loki, but still a sarcastic little shit who is salty about everything and makes sure you know it.
4) A spicy boi. May or may not have sleeped his way up the Sakaarian ladder. Finally got to be king, only to spend his time in comfy PJs and go through his issues via theater honestly #same
Bonus Round!
Extra Lokis:
1) Blue Loki. Starting his descent into bitter chocolate territory.
2)Slightly crispy. AKA WHAT HAPPENDED AFTER HE FELL MARVEL?!?!?!
3) That cape. ‘Nough said.
feel free to add more lokis
99 % Noir Absolu
Velvety smooth, creamy, accentuated with the wonderful texture of crunchy caramel undertones. Yep, loungy Loki’s chocolatey description seems about right.
You know what really fucking bothers me about school in general?
It took away my passion.
Before high school I loved to read. I devoured books over and over, stayed up reading with a flashlight when I needed to know what happened next chapter, cherished every book and refused to crack their spines.
Now I can’t remember the last time I read a real book. In English class they would assign us Great Gatsby and Frankenstein and Heart of Darkness and Grapes of Wrath and I couldn’t bring myself to read a single one. Too many things to do, not enough time. Reading became a burden, not an escape.
So I just stopped. I stopped reading every second I had free time. I stopped picking up books in the bookstore. I gave away half my collection. I keep saying “I’ll get back into it soon” but it’s been years.
I stopped reading because I was being forced to read books I wasn’t interested in, and now I’m being forced to read 200 pages a week from textbooks to not fail my classes. I stopped reading because school killed that passion.
This is the exact same experience i had with reading.
The Chaos Bitches 