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How paranoid is it sane to be?

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I cut the little loose thread on the sleeve of my hoodie. It’s a cool morning and I put the sweatshirt on as soon as I got up. I really shouldn’t have bothered, it probably wouldn’t have unravelled and even if it had I’ve got other sweatshirts.

But what, I thought, if I have to make a run for it when they come for me and the sweatshirt I have on is all the bed or blanket I will have for months, or maybe years, of desperate flight. Because maybe they won’t come after people who speak up against them like they insinuate, but maybe they will. Maybe they will be as vindictive and ugly as all the stuff they said in their campaign. And we can’t afford loose threads when we’re racing to outrun fascism.

Maybe this talk is absurd, maybe I’m loonier than they are. How paranoid is it sane to be?

On a certain level . . .

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There’s a certain thing in so many of his supporters. It’s way down deep in their gut, they don’t even know it’s there. But it’s there. It’s a mean little sadistic thing. It likes when he talks dirty. It likes when he targets innocent groups. It likes the idea of blaming and punishing someone else for all the problems. It likes being part of a mob and getting a vicarious thrill out of all the venom. It’s an ugly smoldering thing. And without it fascist demagogues would never win elections. And it makes me sick to my stomach.

Birds of a feather

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Fascists and other creeps have a sixth sense. They recognize each other, even in a crowd. Instinctively. They identify through their mutual depravity. They flock together. Vulture-like. It’s really very unnerving.

I suppose on some level we should feel pity for these guys, for the moral emptiness of their souls. But never hesitate to call them out. They have no pity, and we darn well better make sure they have no power.