And these clowns call themselves CHRISTIANS. Guess they forgot the biblical parable of the golden calf, eh? (They also failed to remember the flag code, which is also cringey as hell. And just think, they also call themselves patriots!)
I’ve known from the start that the so-called Proud Boys were fascists; it was clear from their self-description. And terrorists; it was clear from their actions. But now it’s official at the governmental level here in Canada, too.
And that’s why it counts. Because white supremacists have been terrorizing this land for as long as they’ve existed here. And more worrisomely, they’ve been infiltrating law enforcement and the military. There’s been a lot of cross-pollination between neo-fascist and white-supremacist groups, and the cop shop, the army, the air force, and the navy. It has to stop somewhere. By designating them a terrorist organization, our government has served notice that they will be treated as the volatile troublemakers they are. And our government, fortunately, did NOT have to redefine “terrorist” to include them. It determined that they met the existing definition already.
But Harsha Walia’s points about this issue are also well taken. Who, or what, is a terrorist? And how does that term actually serve to perpetuate white supremacy, rather than serving to dismantle it? Why are white supremacy and fascism themselves not illegal? It’s not as if they haven’t led directly to an abundance of terrorist acts throughout our history. Or a plethora of groups, right here in Canada, which have a strong potential to turn terrorist, even if they’re flying below the official radar right now.
She doesn’t mince words. And no wonder: The terrorists were out for blood, and especially, HERS. She’s one of the youngest, non-whitest, most progressive members of the House. She’s a rising star, and everybody who has heard even a little bit about her knows how effective she is. She has already made a considerable impact during her first term of office, and she’s on her way to doing much, much more. She is an outspoken and highly articulate critic of everything that’s wrong in the US of Amnesia, and she’s determined to do whatever is in her power to fix that. Undoubtedly, that rankles the racists, who can’t bear to see anyone who’s not one of theirs succeeding, and doing it fairly and squarely in elected office, where the people put her because THEY WANT THAT CHANGE.
But racists don’t want things to change — at least, not for the better. They don’t want things fixed; they’d rather keep them broken, or even break some more things in order to rig the system to benefit them, just as she says. That’s why, just before the putsch went down, they (and we don’t yet know exactly who “they” were, but we will soon enough) tore the panic buttons out of offices used by members of “the Squad”, the most progressive faction of the Democratic caucus (and one that happens to include AOC):
And, what’s worse, some of “them” were AOC’s Republican congressional colleagues. Yeah, that’s right, the people she was supposed to be working with to introduce and pass legislation at the federal level. Including this absolute fucking lunatic right here, who somehow thinks she gets to impeach a duly elected president before he even completes his first day in office:
Something tells me that she won’t last long in office. But AOC will.
Remember the other day, when Michael Moore did an emergency broadcast during the Capitol attack, and he was on the phone with his friend, Democratic congressman Dan Kildee from Michigan? And Rep. Kildee talked about what it was like to be under siege in his own workplace? Well, here’s a short video clip he took and sent to Michael during that siege:
Towards the end, you can hear various people saying “Take your pins off!” Those “pins” are the congressmembers’ identification badges. A normal workplace ID, in this case, had become a deadly liability, since the terrorists were out for blood. They had come there to capture and possibly kill congressmembers. Some of the terrorists had zip-tie handcuffs; there was a rough and rickety-looking gallows-tree out on the Capitol lawn, and I’m not convinced it was there solely as a symbol of the fascists’ discontent with federal politicians. That contraption was placed there with murderous intent. Even if it looks like it would have collapsed under the weight of an average adult, I’m sure that shoddy little scaffold was meant to be used, and that congressmembers — Democrats in particular — were its intended victims.
Even those who haven’t read the underground Nazi bestseller, The Turner Diaries, have probably at least heard of one particularly awful chapter of that novel. There is no doubt in my mind that the terrorists were planning to stage their own version of “The Day of the Rope”, and that Rep. Kildee and others like him were their intended prey. After all, these Q-fueled fools already believed that the Capitol housed a number of sexually terrorized “mole children” in its underground passages, and that the Dems were the abusers of said fictional children. What was to stop them from taking prisoners, and even extrajudicially executing them?
As it turns out, nothing…except their own fucking stupidity and incompetence.
Unlike their antifascist counterparts (and even the most complacent mainstream politicians in Washington), these Nazified knuckleheads were piss-poor organizers. They are no better at planning a paramilitary operation than they are at thinking in general, and that’s a mercy, because for once in their lives, they were perfectly situated to get away with murder. And not only that, but also treason and sedition.
And, oh yeah, also a SUPER-SPREADER EVENT.
Some people wouldn’t wish this disease on their worst enemies. But I am not some people. If you want to see democracy and your elected congressional colleagues die, you deserve no better than to go down with that ship yourself. You don’t even have to be my personal enemy; I’m going to ill-wish you for fucking over all the people you and I don’t even know. If you hate democracy, you can go fuck yourself, and you can do it with a splintery broomstick and no lube.
Yeah, surprise, it’s precisely the same thing as happened on a larger scale in the US Capitol a few days ago: It’s motherfucking TREASON. Fueled, as you may have imagined, by a gross misunderstanding of the concept of “citizen’s arrest”. No, you don’t get to do it to public figures you dislike; only to fugitives fleeing from the scene of an actual crime. And no, your FEELINGS that those political figures were criminals don’t count, either. But don’t take MY word for it; here’s our Criminal Code on the subject:
In most cases, you must find a person either in the act of committing a crime, or escaping from and freshly pursued by persons who have lawful authority to arrest that person, in order to lawfully make a citizen’s arrest. In particular, if you are arresting a person for an indictable offence, which is the most serious type of offence and includes violent offences, you can only make the arrest at the time you witness the person committing the offence. It is against the law to arrest a person after any lapse in time for having committed an indictable offence, unless it is relation to your property.
And no, Parliament Hill is NOT his property, either. Nor is Rideau Hall. It belongs to all of us. And the overwhelming majority of us, including those legally tasked with maintaining law and order, don’t agree that the PM or the Governor-General deserve to be arrested by some random Q-adjacent gun nut who’s just mad that he doesn’t get to play with as many assault rifles in his private time as his widdle heart desires.
Fear doesn't travel well; just as it can warp judgment, its absence can diminish memory's truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next.
--Arthur Miller, "Why I Wrote 'The Crucible'", The New Yorker, October 21, 1996
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