Let me begin with the understanding that some of you will brand me a sympathizer, or tell me to check my privilege, or think that I’ve revealed myself as a libtard beta cuck. You might say the vile, repugnant monsters you’re fighting only understand one language: the iron fist. You might say centuries of oppression … Continue reading It’s Not OK to Punch Nazis… Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Alienating My Friends