When you work at something for years, really taking the time to master it, you expect a little bit of recognition. So that’s why what’s happening right now in America is really getting under my skin: I am sick of busting my ass doing neo-Nazi stuff only to have masked Antifa dipshits swoop in and get credit as the real fascists.
Let me break down just how unjust this is. Me and my friends have worked hard for years to promote white supremacy, nationalism, and eugenics. We’ve cyber-stalked feminists. We’ve burnt crosses. We’ve harassed queers in the light of day. And yet, these Antifa dorks, many of whom aren’t even fucking white, break a few windows in Berkeley and get called fascists by as many, if not more, people online as we do?
These Antifa momma’s boys bought ski masks and baseball bats from whatever big-box store they shop at. I, a real, self-respecting fascist, spent the last 15 years painstakingly putting together a historically accurate SS uniform that I wear whenever I participate in any and all activities meant to usher in the Fourth Reich. So you can see how hurt I am when I see a thinkpiece or news commentator calling these bandana-wearing dickweeds the real fascists. It’s discounting decades of preparation and thousands of dollars I have invested into openly identifying as a far-right extremist who pushes for authoritarianism as a conduit for legalized racial superiority for whites.
I even bought all the Nazi medals on the internet. Do you know how hard those are to find?
Yes, both of our actions sometimes result in property damage, but these Antifa jerk-offs are trying to prevent the very age of racial purity we aim to create. These clowns couldn’t tell the difference between the Reichsadler and a bread-and-butter swastika. So the next time you’re labeling a group of people as fascists, try to be a little more sensitive and give credit to the people who have earned that title.