Left and Right

On Antifa

By the River Runs Black

Behold, the antifa!  A beta male of beta males, a sore of the West’s spiritual leprosy.

Growing up, the antifa never found proper release for the angst sown deeply in his soul from his trying life in a 95% white, middle-class suburb of Portland.  His parents divorced at an early age, and he struggled socially in high school.  Always the awkward, passive type, the larval-stage antifa floundered profusely with the ladies growing up.  It just didn’t make sense to him.  He bent over backwards for girls, treated them with respect, worshiped the ground they walked on, and listened to their problems, and yet they always went for the jerks that mocked his frail physique instead.  Often, before his forthcoming womynist enlightenment, he would mutter under his breath, “all women are bitches.”

Politically, he was liberal by default; his mom voted Democrat, and liberalism just made sense to him.  “Why can’t the rich pay a little more?  Isn’t free health care for everyone a good thing?  Authority fucking sucks, man!”, and so forth.  Punk rock always appealed to him.  At first, the slick, glossy faux-punk sounds of Green Day and Blink 182 provided a suitable outlet for his woe-is-me angst.  The more his internal purposelessness and rage against reality compounded, though, it just wasn’t enough.  Eventually, he discovered hardcore punk and crust punk.  It was perfect for two reasons: it let him release his inner three-year-old and listen to structureless, musical temper tantrums, and it opened his eyes to the glorious world of liberal altruism – the cure for his broken self-esteem.

It was perfect.  By crusading against racism, sexism, and tyranny, he inflated his unwarranted sense of self-importance instilled through the cooing praises lavished upon him from liberal society simply for existing, nursed his very warranted sense of self-loathing, and even fed his damaged sense of masculinity through hxc tough-guy distance-pissing along the way.

Like a grown man staring red-eyed and unblinking into his closet and screaming, “fuck you boogyman!”, the antifa declares his forward-thinking, anti-authoritarian independence through rebellion against an ideology that less than 1% of Americans hold.  Of course, without a real enemy, he resorts to labeling anything not insanely leftist as fascist.  Don’t like abortion?  Fascist.  Voted Republican?  Fascist.  Acknowledge the existence of gender differences outside of social constructionism?  Double fascist. It’s hard to hold it against the antifa for this childishly simplified good guy/fascist dichotomy, however.  It gives the antifa just a brief grasp of sanity, along with the whole host of other leftist memes – “all humans are equal,” “fuck the police,” “race is skin deep,” “no gods, no masters,” “die cis scum,” etc.

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