Fascist Pickles

I ate the pickles you made today in your fascist kitchen, your fascist house. You might be a fascist if you think I don’t have a right to my own body. It’s none of your fucking business what I decide to put into it. You might be a fascist if you listen to pondets say I am citing a civil war because I have democratic ideals. You might be a fascist if you think what I believe is evil. Here’s what I believe: I believe I don’t have any right to try and change your mind. You are entitled to your beliefs, but please make sure you have facts and not just blah blah rhetoric to back you up.

I know what the church did to you. It made you believe you can judge people, that your way is the “right” way. Would Jesus let children be separated from their parents? Would he?

Would Jesus defend hate speech? Would he? Did he? Would he stand in front of a crowd of people and say things to make you hate others? You might be a fascist if think so. The double standard is right in our faces now. Girls have always had to worry about their bodily safety. Always. Now that your son has to worry about his own behaviour is actually a good thing. Maybe if he didn’t believe he’s entitled to take whatever he wants from a girl, he wouldn’t have to worry. 

If you think you have more of a say over what I do with my body than I do, you might be a Fascist. If you think you are better than others, you might be a Fascist. If you are afraid of people who don’t look like you, you might be a Fascist.