what do we do tho? like, honestly? what happens if he’s elected? what do we honest to god do?
Coming from the UK after our own catastrophe: you make his life hell. You make his government’s life hell. Anything and everything shitty that they want to do, you protest, you campaign, you petition, you lobby. You tie the whole thing up in so much red tape that Mr I’ve-Never-Had-Anyone-Say-No-To-Me starts loathing his job.
You create private safe zones, you look out for one another, you let your now validated racist, homophobic, transphobic neighbours know that their bigotry will not be tolerated through any means you feel it’s safe to do so. You join forces. Despite everything, you thrive out of spite, out of survival, out of a need to protect your own.
All of these communities have faced untold amounts of hell before and we’re all still here. It’s in our history to survive – in our genetic makeup. There will be losses and there will be casualties but in four years you’ll still be here and you’ll vote him out and the time to grieve will be then. For now, fight. In any way you can, even if all you can do is get through each day at a time. Fight him every step of the way.
“Power is not only what you have, but what the enemy thinks you
have.” Power is derived from 2 main sources – money and people.
“Have-Nots” must build power from flesh and blood.
“Never go outside the expertise of your people.” It results in
confusion, fear and retreat. Feeling secure adds to the backbone of
anyone.
“Whenever possible, go outside the expertise of the enemy.” Look for ways to increase insecurity, anxiety and uncertainty.
“Make the enemy live up to its own book of rules.” If the rule is
that every letter gets a reply, send 30,000 letters. You can kill them
with this because no one can possibly obey all of their own rules.
“Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon.” There is no defense. It’s
irrational. It’s infuriating. It also works as a key pressure point to
force the enemy into concessions.
“A good tactic is one your people enjoy.” They’ll keep doing it
without urging and come back to do more. They’re doing their thing, and
will even suggest better ones.
“A tactic that drags on too long becomes a drag.” Don’t become old news.
“Keep the pressure on. Never let up.” Keep trying new things to keep
the opposition off balance. As the opposition masters one approach, hit
them from the flank with something new.
“The threat is usually more terrifying than the thing itself.”
Imagination and ego can dream up many more consequences than any
activist.
“The major premise for tactics is the development of operations that
will maintain a constant pressure upon the opposition.” It is this
unceasing pressure that results in the reactions from the opposition
that are essential for the success of the campaign.
“If you push a negative hard enough, it will push through and become
a positive.” Violence from the other side can win the public to your
side because the public sympathizes with the underdog.
“The price of a successful attack is a constructive alternative.”
Never let the enemy score points because you’re caught without a
solution to the problem.
“Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it.” Cut
off the support network and isolate the target from sympathy. Go after
people and not institutions; people hurt faster than institutions.
My bros I have been doing a lot of
reading about Wacky WWII Hijinks lately and I want to tell you a
story because I love it okay
once upon a time there was a dude in
Spain named Juan Pujol Garcia. Pujol was a chicken farmer. Pujol
hated him some goddamn fascists.
See Spain had recently ended its civil
war, with the fascists taking power. So when WWII broke out in
Europe, Spain technically remained neutral but in practice was buddy
buddy with the Nazis. Juan Pujol Garcia thought this was pretty
bullshit
so soon after war breaks out Pujol
travels to his local British embassy and goes “hey I wanna spy on
the Nazis for you”
“who the fuck are you?” say the
British, and kick him out
but Pujol is not deterred! He still
wants to dunk on some fascists, so now he goes to his local German embassy instead. “hey” he
says, “I wanna spy on the British for you, I sure do hate them”
“yeah
okay” say the Germans “that seems pretty legit”
and
just like that Pujol now officially works for the Abwehr, the German
intelligence agency. They hand him some spy gear (invisible ink and
such) and instruct him to travel to Lisbon, and from there make his
way into the UK. So Pujol heads to Lisbon, and a little while later
writes to his German handlers telling them he’s made it to England
Pujol
had not made it to England. He had, in fact, made it to the Lisbon
public library, where he checked out a number of English guide books
and set about just wholesale making shit up
this
is slightly complicated by the fact that, for example, he completely
did not understand British currency and all his expense reports were
basically gibberish. He also reported things like bribing Scotsmen,
because the people of Glasgow would “do anything for a litre of
wine” (an actual quote) because, hey, people in Spain like wine so
that’s probably the same right?
Here
is where it starts to get really crazy, because the Abwehr loves
this. “wow this dude is a
great spy” they say, because apparently none of them had ever been
the England either. In fact, they are so pumped about this new
awesome spy that the British start to get worried
you
see, by this time the British had cracked German’s supposedly
unbreakable Enigma code and were totally dunking on the Nazis by
reading basically all of their ~super top secret~ radio
transmissions. And, crucially, they’d become so good at breaking and
reading traffic that there were literally no German spies in England.
The Germans would set up a spy drop (usually dropping dudes in by
parachute in the middle of the night), the British would intercept
the message and then just scoop the dudes up as soon as they landed
in a move that must have been SUPER embarrassing to the spies
so
there are no German spies in the UK because they’re all sitting in a
prison run by MI5 (although some are being run under supervision as
double agents, feeding Germany bullshit). But suddenly MI5 is picking
up all this traffic from the Germans talking about their super great
spy- a spy the British do not have in their jail
“oh
shit” says MI5, and starts rereading all the transmissions they
have to and from this mysterious super spy.
“hey
wait” says MI5, upon actually reading the shit the spy was sending.
“someone is playing silly buggers, pip pip cheerio”
At
this point, Pujol, still in Lisbon, had actually been approaching the
British embassy again, repeatedly, but apparently “I am literally
an Abwehr agent and would like to offer you my services” wasn’t
interesting enough, because he was repeatedly turned away, again. It wasn’t until MI5 started
asking around that one of the embassy staff was like “oh yeah we
know that guy”
so in
1942 the British finally make contact with Pujol and he officially
becomes a spy for MI5. They move him to London and assign him a case
officer so he can start making up even better bullshit
and he
does. Once actually in London, Pujol reports to the Abwehr that he’d
recruited a whole slew of informants- from a bunch of Welsh Aryans to
disaffected army officers. He ends up with a network of 20+
sub-spies, all feeding him information from around the UK
none of these people actually exist
Pujol
just straight up invented like 20 people, keeping careful track of
their fake personalities, names, and activities. With the help of
MI5, the information he sends becomes even better- a mix of true but
ultimately useless facts and actually important intel timed to arrive
in Germany just slightly too late to be of any use. He and his “spy
network” become the Abwehr’s most trusted agents
Pujol,
now codenamed Agent Garbo (for his acting skills), ends up playing a
huge role in the run-up to D-Day, where the Allies mounted a huge
intelligence campaign to convince Hitler that the planned site of
attack was going to be Calais and not Normandy (this was Operation
Fortitude and you should absolutely look it up for more Wacky WWII
Adventures). Obviously you know how this ended
crazily
enough, the Abwehr never figured out that Pujol was a double agent.
After the war he received both the Iron Cross Second Class (which
require personal authorization from Hitler), and a
Member of the Order of the British Empire (from King George VI)
unable
to resist being totally fucking ridiculous,
Pujol turned down MI5’s post-war offer to continue spying, but this
time against the USSR. “no,” he said “just help me fake my own
death and then I’m moving to Venezuela”
and
that’s exactly what he did. Juan Garcia Pujol died in 1988, at the
age of 76
Critics complained that Indian musician Daler Mehndi’s music was only popular because his videos featured beautiful women. Mehndi’s response was to create a video featuring only copies of himself greenscreened in, leading to the creation of the “Tunak Tunak Tun” video.
Creates his most popular video just because people say he cant.
What a lad
posted the video because some people in Tumblr are too young to remember this masterpiece.
There is a very, very common idea that Darcy’s interference with Jane and Bingley was in fact some Freudian displacement of his own anxiety over Elizabeth—he was using Bingley as a proxy, convincing himself to turn away by convincing Bingley.
This is … perfectly possible. I am not a fan of the psychoanalytical approach (at all), but displacement is at least an actual thing. He could be!
BUT.
(You had to know this was coming.)
We’re never told that this is true. And we are told about a factor slightly compromising Darcy’s judgment with Bingley—his hopes of Bingley marrying his own sister. That’s not Freudian. It’s just outright conflict of interest.
Yet the displacement theory gets repeated as some sort of objective truth of the novel. I don’t just mean “repeated on Tumblr.” I see it here, I saw it in older fandoms, on lists, in interviews, in respected lit-crit. Everywhere.
And there is not one shred of evidence that it’s the case. It is never stated to be true, never discussed, never implied, never anything.
convincing your bro to marry your sister so he can be your bro for real
If you don’t think Lady Sybil is absolutely wonderful and perfect then I don’t even know what to say to you
Lady Sybil who breeds swamp dragons in her spare time
Lady Sybil who once faced down a dragon the size of a street by scolding it firmly
Lady Sybil who sang part of a dwarf opera from memory in order to diffuse a sticky political situation
Lady Sybil who, when kidnapped by werewolves, escaped out of the window and belted one of them around the head with a log…while pregnant
Lady Sybil who darns her husbands socks personally, despite the fact that she is rich enough to buy a new pair every day for the rest of their lives if need be
Lady Sybil, founder of The Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick Dragons AND The Lady Sybil Free Hospital, one of the few hospitals where people actually come out alive
Lady Sybil who has friends and connections around the world and is on a first name basis with Lord Vetinari
Lady Sybil who is one of the kindest, most compassionate, most open-minded characters in the Discworld series, who is endlessly patient and reasonable, who shows tremendous courage in the face of danger, who treats everyone she meets as a equal despite her privileged upbringing and who never compromises her principles or deserts those in need
Kimchi and Justice 