The Conversation

you don’t get to crawl out from your little alt-right hole and pretend you're the victim when people call you out. “oh no i’m being silenced” — NO. you’re being told to SIT THE HELL DOWN because what you’re spreading is rot. you are not oppressed, you’re just finally facing the consequences of being a hateful little worm who thought the world would never push back. well guess what? WE ARE.

i’m DONE hearing “but what about free speech??” free speech doesn’t mean you get to spew genocide fantasies and expect applause. it means you get to speak and the rest of us get to call you what you are — a nazi-loving, brainrotted embarrassment who wouldn’t know empathy if it punched you in the face. and maybe it should.

the audacity. the absolute audacity of people to sit there and glorify a regime that MURDERED MILLIONS. to wear the symbol of mass graves like it's some kind of edgy fashion statement. like oh haha look at me i’m different — no, you’re not different. you’re dangerous. you’re disgusting. and the only thing you're “edgy” about is falling off the fucking cliff of humanity.

you wanna make the world “great again”? then start by scrubbing this evil out of your soul. go apologize to every soul lost in those camps, to every survivor who has to watch this cycle start again. and when you're done crawling, stay there. because decent people are standing the fuck up now.

no platform. no tolerance. no more chances. we are DONE being polite to monsters.

you want to be a nazi? then don’t cry when the world treats you like one.