anonymous asked:

Is this "religious freedom" thing that I've been hearing about in any way a slippery slope? Because I know for a fact that if you're allowed to be homophobic because of your religion, pretty soon you're going use it as an excuse to be racist, Islamophobic and etc.

I mean, people in the U.S. have always cited “religious freedom” as an excuse to be racist. The Bible was often used in defence of slavery and then later used in defense of Jim Crow laws. Still today you’ll hear the “racial purity is a gift from God” from white supremacists. Like this is not new at all, Christian values have also been invoked throughout history to deny women rights and obviously what you cite in your ask regarding LGBT+ discrimination.

I wouldn’t call this a slippery slope because this has always been happening, it’s just slightly redressed to modern times. We already have “Freedom of Religion” and other protections in place, these religious freedom bills something more. It’s using religion to discriminate, plain and simple. It’s citing religion as an excuse to deny healthcare, employment, general services, housing, etc. It’s twisting religion to give people an excuse to discriminate. Though again, I wouldn’t call this a “slippery slope,” this is business as usual.

Madi’s “No!”

Analysis post. Warning: 4x09 spoilers

“But I hear other voices, a chorus of voices, multitudes.They reach back centuries. Men and women  and children who’d lost their lives to men like you.
Men and women and children forced to wear your chains. I must answer to them and - this war, their war, Flint’s war, my war -  it will not be bargained away to avoid a fight, to save John Silver’s life, or his men’s, or mine.”

I’ve discussed and read opinions on several sources from viewers on Madi’s arc. I’ve expressed my hopes where it could be going since 4x06. I’ve expressed my opinion on Madi’s choice in 4x09. But this post isn’t about that. Just an analysis in reflection of how Madi has dealt with losses since 4x01. For me this “No” is not just a “No”, but expresses a willingness to martyr and sacrifice Silver, his men and her own life for the war.

Now obviously she lacks some crucial information such as the amount of runaway slaves there are Maroon Island at present. She has not heard Julius’ words. It actually matters little, because her “No!” comes from the purest conviction about herself and what she is willing to giving up. Madi started out as a sheltered girl with little to no contact to the outside world, and the sole violence she truly consciously experienced before the S3 finale was that of the Maroon men torturing and hunting pirates and sailors that ended up on the Maroon Island by accident, which she recognizes as lawful defense. Until S4 the sole loss she truly experienced was the death of her father, who had been absent for the last 12 years. Certainly from the first episode in S4, Madi quickly experiences heartfelt losses.

Losing Silver

During the invasion, she experiences defeat, witnesses John fall into the water and never surface again, sees her men and Silver’s men being picked off. We know from the flashback that if she was a no good pirate, she’d follow Silver into anything and anywhere. She loves him and she admires him. And she is shocked, broken hearted and devestated by his seeming death.

She holds out hope that Silver may still have been saved or resurfaced and makes it to the beach, where Flint and Madi wait for the last uncaptured survivors to arrive with the longboats.

Her hope is crushed, and first we see her from behind, looking out over the sea, as if she is saying goodbye to Silver.

Next, we see her cry for Silver from the right angle, “looking right”. She grieves. And finally we get a view from the left angle, “looking left”, where she decides to move onwards with the war.

Because in the next scene we see her, at Miranda’s house the first thing she asks Flint is whether the war is over now.

Madi: “Is it over?” 

Flint: “Is what over?” 

Madi: “You looked into my mother’s eyes  and you said a great war lay ahead of us, one in which pirates and slaves would stand together  and strike a blow that might shake the very foundation  of the British Empire. Now our ships are gone, our army is fractured, battered and beaten. And the only man among you I trusted is dead. I’m asking you if this war died with him.”

Madi does not stop grieving, or loves Silver no less than he does her, per her response when she learns that Silver is alive and when she sees him again. And just prior to learning that he is alive, she tells Eme, “I lost more than you can know.”

What we do learn and what Madi learns in 4x01 is that, despite loving Silver as much as he loves her, she can live with his loss, that she can sacrifice him for her war. So, when Silver asks her in 4x05, “If this goes away, Flint’s war, if it all ended and we had to walk away from it would I be enough for you?” we actually know her answers since 4x01. Hence, “You know what? You don’t have to answer that.”

When Madi says she will not bargain away a fight to save Silver’s life, Madi means it. Nor will Madi ever regret sacrificing Silver, which is why she is pitted against Woodes Rogers in 4x09 who is haunted by regret for his choice. If Woodes could go back in time and undo his choice, he would.

His men (and his means) and her men

Of course, if Madi can sacrifice Silver himself, whom she loves, it is as easy for her to sacrifice Silver’s brothers and friends, who she does not love. More, she expects Silver to be able to do that too. This becomes clear when she pushes Silver to get rid of Billy.

She sides with Billy to free the Underhill slaves. She opposes Billy to prevent reprisals on the family and loved ones of the Underhill slaves. Afterwards she pushes Silver to get rid of Billy, to heal and salvage the alliance with the runaway slaves of New Providence and to remove the one voice that urges Silver to follow his own better judgment about the cache and go against Flint.

Fuck Billy! Don’t fuck Billy! Fuck Flint! Don’t fuck Flint!

But Silver loves Madi. Despite the fact that Billy saved them in 4x03 from the soldiers on the roof, helped to retake Nassau, built the resistance for Silver, and totally echoes Silver’s own mind on issues, Silver chooses Madi’s advize who talks and reasons exactly like Flint. Of course, he does it in his own way - severe punishment, and promise to never do it again.

She also lost a large amount of her own people, including Kofi. Madi is indeed very much a monarch in that way. Absolutely everyone and everything can be sacrificed for an idea in her mind (a nation is an abstrahation of people). And she is better at it than Flint even.

In contrast, Silver tries to avoid as much as possible to have blood on his hands. Yes, he was callous in the first two seasons, but he had no attachment to anyone then. The likeliest reason he avoided attachments in the past is how he could not live with sacrificing loved ones and friends. That is why he ultimately is the best quartermaster, and continues to think like one, instead of a king or captain.

And if you took notice, Silver is the diplomat, the man most prone to make deals, to search for a common interest: (S1) over a page from a log, a share and his life with Max, Flint, Randal and Eleanor; (S2) for a share in gold, the Man O War, Flint’s life with Flint, Max and Vane; (S3) the foundation for a deal with the Maroons, even if Flint does the pitch talk; (S4) with Eleanor, Ruth and Julius and Woodes.

Her own life and freedom

Finally, Madi faces death several times - at the Underhill plantation against Billy, against the Spaniard, and Woodes’ barrel of a gun. She loses her own freedom and has seen the might of the world and men taking the freedom away of her people.

She saw New Providence razed. She can perfectly imagine how easily Maroon Island can be torched with thousands of men. She is reminded by Ruth, by Eleanor of the wisdom in making a safe haven for your loved ones and the happiness that could be had in it.

But to her, a safe haven is a temporary illusion easily destroyed by the horrors of the world. A lifetime of horror, violence and brutality makes love, life and the chance of a safe haven so precious to Eleanor that she dies fighting for it, even if she knows it to be an illusion at some level. A lifetime of reading, shelter and love make loss, sacrifice and horror an unavoidable and bearable certainty and necessity. There can be no deal made, no peace had.

And thus Madi’s queenly strength radicalizes into the strength of a martyr, a revolutionist, a suicide bomber. Any of these minds are strong, inpenetrable, and unalterable. And I think we should take that very seriously.

Even if you could kill me,  even if that somehow helped you see her alive again, how are you going to explain it to her? She believes in this as much as I do. You know this. If it costs the war to save her, you’ll have lost her anyway. Even you cannot construct a story to make her forgive you that. You do this, and you’re gonna regret it.


Hidden Figures: Frances E.W. Harper #BlackHERstoryMonth 21/28

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was an African-American author, poet, abolitionist, suffragette, public speaker, and activist. The first Black woman to have a short story published, she was also one of the first published African-American novelists and poets. She was a conductor on the Underground Railroad and frequently gave public lectures against slavery, in addition to being an early advocate for women’s rights.

Born Frances Ellen Watkins in Baltimore in 1825 to free Blacks, Harper was sent to live with an aunt and uncle after her parents died. Her uncle, Reverend William Watkins, was an educator and civil rights activist, and she received an education at his Academy for Negro Youth. Showing early talent as a writer, Harper’s first book of poetry, entitled ‘Forest Leaves’ was published in 1845, when she was 20. She went on to publish several popular volumes of poetry before the 1859 publication of her short story 'The Two Offers’ in 'Anglo-African Magazine’ made her the first Black woman to have a short story published. In 1892, Harper published 'Iola Leroy,’ making her one of the first African-American novelists. 'Iola Leroy’ explored issues of race, class, gender, and sexuality, focusing on the mixed-race title character who is born free before being kidnapped and sold into slavery.

In 1850, Harper moved to Ohio, where she worked as the first female teacher at Union Seminary, and in 1853, she joined the American Anti-Slavery Society, becoming a traveling lecturer. She gave her first anti-slavery speech in 1854, called “Education and the Elevation of Colored Race”. The success of this speech resulted in a two-year lecture tour in Maine for the Anti-Slavery Society. She continued to travel, lecturing throughout the East and Midwest from 1856 to 1860, and in 1858 she gained even more notoriety when she refused to give up her seat or ride in the “colored” section of a segregated trolley car in Philadelphia - 100 years before Rosa Parks. Harper married in 1860, and when her husband died in 1864, she supported their four children through money earned from speaking engagements.

Harper was a strong supporter of abolitionism and woman’s suffrage, and in 1866, she gave a speech before the National Women’s Rights Convention demanding equal rights for all, including Black women. Disillusioned from working with white suffragettes who gave priority to white women’s concerns over the goals of Black women (such as anti-lynching laws or defense of Black rights), Harper helped organize the National Association of Colored Women in 1894, and was elected vice president in 1897.

Frances Harper died on February 25, 1911.

#HiddenFigures #BlackHERstoryMonth

Anybody tries beating the shit out of me while using slurs in about 35 days and I’m sorry but they’re gonna be on the business end of a much worse situation than they expected. These people are getting so fucking brazen and it’s because they think LGBT people have no fight in us. And I’m always so worried that if, and I hope this never ever happens and most everyone carrying legally hopes the same, I ever have to defend myself using lethal force a jury is going to be more likely because I’m gay and black to buy that I was am aggressor, despite overwhelming evidence and generous local self defense laws. But I’d rather make it to a trial than not make it to one at all. I’m not gonna be getting bashed for being gay, no way.

The Upper Hand: Jefferson x Reader {Epilogue}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 

Hamilton – Modern AU (Law School)

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

666 words <– that’s unfortunate…

As requested, the epilogue to The Upper Hand! Look out for my next series, Bonjour, Bitches!, where Jefferson pretends to be Lafayette to sabotage Hamilton. In the meantime, enjoy this plotless fluff :D You guys are awesome!! 

Originally posted by supersquiddy

The criminal law mock defense project that had started as your worst nightmare and a source of major angst turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to you. As you sit next to your boyfriend of three days waiting for your turn to present your case, you realize that without Washington’s stubborn refusal to reassign partners you may never have been able to put aside your pride and discover how amazing this man really was. His quick wit, avid reading, and genius brain makes every moment with him exciting and interesting. 

He really is one of a kind, you think as you look over his magenta blazer. Thomas catches your gaze, and you roll your eyes, silently referring him to your argument about the blazer earlier. You still hate it, but you respect him enough to let him wear it, albeit begrudgingly. He merely winks at you, a self-assured grin spreading across his features.

Alex and Laurens finish their lively defense of a double homicide case and high-five before taking their seats. The class claps enthusiastically, energized after the upbeat, interesting presentation.

“Y/N and Thomas Jefferson,” Washington calls, referring to a piece of paper on a clipboard. “You’re next.”

You and Thomas gather your materials and go to the front of the classroom. You’ve prepared an interesting defense, you think, complete with a very professional-looking PowerPoint courtesy of yours truly. He squeezes your hand and smiles at you, giving you the confidence you need to really nail this presentation.

After thirty minutes of dialogue, flipping through slides, and even reenacting the crime using three other classmates, the two of you finish to wild applause and cheering. You know even before Washington marks on his clipboard that you’ve done a fabulous job. You and Thomas exchange pleased smiles and begin to clean up your notes and props from the lectern.

“Y/N, Thomas, wait,” Washington commands, not looking up from his clipboard.
Apprehension floods your body. Thomas frowns and puts a reassuring arm around your shoulders as you wait to hear what Washington has to say. It is the longest moment of your life.

“I just want to say congratulations,” your professor says. “I’ve been teaching this class for seven years, and no one has ever gotten a perfect score on this project. Until now. Impressive job, and I expect more good things from you both in the future.”

The class erupts into louder cheers and clapping than before. You squeal and throw your arms around Thomas’ neck, hugging him in your excitement. He picks you up and spins you around before depositing you back onto the ground.
The class period ends, and his elated smile mirrors yours as you both leave the classroom, his arm around your shoulders and yours around his waist.

Alexander, Laurens, Lafayette, and Hercules catch up with you and Thomas and offer their extensive congratulations. Even Alexander begrudgingly tells Thomas that he did a quality job. James Madison slaps Thomas on the shoulder and says how happy he is for him. Angelica appears at your elbow.

“I’m glad you gave him another chance,” she murmurs, looking up at Thomas as he laughs with Madison.

A soft smile spreads across your face. “So am I.”

As you bask in the glory of your victory, your amazing boyfriend attached to your side, you reflect on that moment when you threatened Thomas after finding out that he was your partner. You were so sure that you’d need the upper hand in the partnership, by intimidating him if necessary. But a partnership is all about equally sharing power and ideas, especially in a relationship. Sometimes you need to put down your pride and the need for the upper hand in order to have a healthy, respectful relationship.

In the midst of the pandemonium surrounding you, Thomas leans over and asks, “Are we relationship goals yet?”

When you nod, he kisses you on the nose, making you blush.

How could you be so lucky?

quigonejinn  asked:


From the HP Wiki: 

“The first headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America were located in the Appalachians at an enchanted edifice. However, this site was eventually abandoned, as increasing urbanisation made its remoteness impractical.[2]” 

There’s a church up on the mountain, or there was. By rights it should be a pile of rock and rotted wood–it’s been abandoned since before anyone can remember. But it’s still standing, stocked with wooden pews, a rusted iron bell still fixed to the hollow of its belfry. People don’t like to go there. Even the hill folk avoid it. 

When Boyd Crowder gets out of prison, a thick white knot of scar tissue dug into his chest like a lighting bolt, he starts living in it. Tells anyone who asks that he’s finally seen the light, that Raylan Givens opened up a door for him and on the other side he found the truth. 

Raylan Givens didn’t find out he had magic until he was nineteen and seventeen tons of dirt and rock collapsed on top of him. He walked out of the collapsed shaft dragging Boyd Crowder with him, the dirt making way and then closing up behind him. Five other men in the shaft died, but enough people saw it happen that Raylan only had about half an hour to gasp and shake in the sunlight while watching Boyd retch into the dirt before magical law enforcement showed up. 

Turns out there was a fuckup in the system about eight years earlier, and the case worker that should have arranged for Raylan to have some kind of magical education never knocked on Arlo’s door. “It might not seem like it, son, but you’re one of the lucky ones,” the officer told Raylan, right there in the parking lot outside the mine. His partner was going around waving a stick at everyone’s faces until they turned vacant and easy and couldn’t remember anything at all, and Raylan was doing his best not to puke. “Kids from No-Maj homes usually end up causing trouble a hell of a lot earlier. Fourteen-year old down in Pikeville blew up her stepmom last year. Blew the woman up, just like she’d swallowed a stick of dynamite.” 

Raylan left the mine and left Harlan the same day, drove all the way down to the institute at Cincinnati with a business card that kept flaring gold every time he touched it stuck in his wallet. He worked odd jobs for a few years while scraping together a remedial degree, discovered he had something like a talent for defensive spellwork. 

Magical law enforcement’s tangled up pretty tight with regular law enforcement, it turns out. Raylan ends up at Glynco, and the rest is history. 

Raylan’s sent back to Kentucky as punishment for using the killing curse on a man in Florida, in plain sight of about thirty No-Majs. “He drew first,” Raylan tells the chief, shrugging one shoulder. “It was justified.” 

Art rolls his eyes. “I’ve heard that one before.” 

Everyone in the office wears a gun and a badge as well as a wand. They’re part of the marshal service, after all. Just a very specific division. 

Someone fires a goddamn rocket launcher at the church that serves as the entryway to the magical main street in Lexington, and halfway to Harlan the sheriff’s deputy finds a man shot dead in his car, cap to a rocket launcher sitting on the seat beside him. The corpse turns out to be a wizard–some half-ass Death-eater wannabe from Oklahoma. Kentucky isn’t Florida. People still talk about scourers here. 

Raylan drives up to Harlan and finds Boyd Crowder sitting calmly under a confederate flag, a sawed-off shotgun hooked over his arm. He gives Raylan a warm embrace, a shot of bourbon, and enough smooth talking that Raylan’s utterly convinced someone’s broken the statute of secrecy in Harlan County, and the reigning hillbilly kingpin’s trying to squeeze some money of of it. 

“Been so long since you came home, I almost forgot the look you get when you reckon you know something,” Boyd says, giving him that snake charmer’s grin. “Though I never have forgotten the day you left.” 

“It was memorable,” Raylan agrees, even though he knows Boyd was obliviated, same as the others. “Can’t blame me for wanting to get out.” 

“You talked to your daddy yet?” Boyd asks, still white-toothed and close. 

“Boyd,” Raylan says, friendly-like. “What would you do if I came back here with a warrant and a memory charm with your name on it?” 

“I’m not at all sure what you mean by memory charm,” Boyd says in the same tone, leaning in. “But I’d say any lawman ought to tread carefully in these hills, warrant or not. Lots of strange arsenals stashed up here.” 


Ava’s a Squib, although the Randolphs are one of the oldest wizarding families in Kentucky. 

“Don’t suppose you’ve broken the secrecy statute lately,” Raylan drawls. 

“I’m the last dregs of an old bloodline,” Ava says, sitting him down in her dining room, pushing a glass of whiskey into his hands. “I got barely enough power to cast a lighting charm. Who’d believe me even if I told them?” 

Raylan nods at the bloodstain in the corner. “Not your husband, by any chance?” 

Ava smiles at him, somehow even prettier than she was at seventeen. “You can’t suppose that’d matter now, Auror Givens.” 

“They just call us marshals, now,” Raylan says, and sips the last of his whiskey. “And I guess I can’t.” 


It’s a Hatfield amulet, dug out of some long dead witch’s grave. The Imperius curse is braided into the metal; even a No-Maj could figure how it works. 

Raylan’s fought off the curse before, with a hell of an effort, but Boyd’s persuasive even without mind control powers at his disposal. He sits at the head of Ava Crowder’s dinner table and tells Raylan to eat a chicken leg. Raylan obliges, and Boyd smiles at him. 

“Why don’t you tell me about that man you killed in Florida,” Boyd says cajolingly. “Did you really tell him he had twenty-four hours to get out of town?” 

“I really did shoot him,” Raylan says, and Boyd immediately shakes his head. 

“Ah, ah,” he says. “You tell the truth, now, son.” 

“I cursed him,” Raylan admits, not bothering to resist the pull of the spell. 

“With what?” Boyd asks, intent. He gives Raylan a hungry little smile. “With that little stick right there? Put it on the table.” 

Raylan’s hand jerks a little putting his wand on the table, but he does it. “You know this pretty necklace ain’t gonna hold me forever,” he says calmly. “It’s old, Boyd. Liable to wear right through.” 

“Is that so,” Boyd says, and reaches for the wand. “Then we best get this over with now.” 

It’s right about then that Ava comes into the dining room with a shotgun leveled at Boyd’s chest. Boyd draws his gun left-handed, not letting go of Raylan’s wand, and with Boyd’s attention thus divided Raylan manages to break loose of the Imperius. 

It all happens in very quick succession: Ava fires, Raylan’s hand tangles with Boyd’s over his own wand, and Boyd’s eyes meet his in one wide green moment as Raylan mutters the killing curse.

They figure out later that something went wrong with the curse, that there were too many connections between him and Boyd for it to work as it should. They were touching, they were sharing breath, Boyd’s will was cinched around Raylan’s neck, they had dug coal together. 

Raylan sees Boyd onto a hospital stretcher instead of zipped into a body bag, acid green veins spidering over his chest away from the wound. Boyd murmurs “you did it, you really did it, you really are,” quiet like a dying man in Raylan’s ear, and Raylan feels unsteady even with the necklace off him, like he’s lost something, like there’s a piece of Boyd still pierced in him like a splinter. 

It’s Rachel who comes up with the answer, in the end, slamming down a case study from the nineties onto his desk. It’s a British case, which he’s never paid a whole lot of attention to, but the killing curse and the lightning bolt scar are similar enough to rouse his interest. He rubs his thumb over the words neither shall live while the other survives, shrugs it off. There’s a headstone with his name on it planted in his daddy’s yard. Not like a curse makes much of a difference, assuming there is some truth in it.  

Boyd Crowder locks himself into the church on the mountain, sits there in that holy dark and falls to his knees. He prays, not just to God, but to the pulse of Raylan’s breath on his jaw, to the spark of bright fury in Ava’s eyes, and then for good measure he prays to the distant memory of Raylan Givens’s hand tight on his arm fifteen years earlier, dragging him out of hell and into the light. He puts his whole body and his whole soul into the prayer, and opens his eyes to the dark of the church all around him, an ancient edifice the world has forgot. He snaps his fingers, holds his breath, and a little blue light enters the world, a small star shining in his cupped palms. 

“Oh Raylan,” Boyd murmurs to that little light. “I am truly grateful you’ve returned.” 

Anonymous asked:

The main character in my story is a lawyer. However, I am not. I want to write about her handling one of her cases, but don’t know where to find details (I.e. The case, defense, verdict, etc), if that makes sense. How would you go about finding details and writing about this?

You need to do research about law, defense lawyers, and how the justice system works. You can learn about how a case is put together, how it is defended, and how verdicts are reached. A good place to start is “how does the justice system work?” This should bring up some good introductory resources. From there you can figure out what elements you need to research more closely. You might also try watching some law programs on TV (as well as Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon) if you can find them. Some to check into: Law & Order, Conviction, Raising the Bar, Boston Legal, The Practice, Chicago Justice, and L.A. Law, just to name a few. There are also some good trial movies you can watch. One that’s long forgotten now but very funny and a great example of how defense attorneys can work their magic. Plus, if you’re excited about the new Spiderman movie, you may recognize a young “Aunt May” if you watch My Cousin Vinny. Another older but really great trial movie would be A Few Good Men. Although it is military-oriented, it still shows you how defense attorneys do their jobs. Chicago and Legally Blonde are fun, too.


trashywestallen said: Court proceedings are publics you can simply go to your local court house and watch them.

potato-and-tomato said: They would probably be a bit difficult to understand without some kind of background though.

WQA said: Not necessarily. The jury needs to know what’s going on, so you can’t need too much of a background to understand court proceedings, I wouldn’t think.

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Now, we live in a society where an indoctrinated mob will actively endeavor to slander you, with the intent of destroying your livelihood, and by extension your life, and where the justice system has been recorded being abused to that end.

Yes, in our society, you’re expected to kill yourself for wrongthink.

See how deep and true their so called beliefs really are when tested with repercussions that will leave long lasting scars on their day to day life …….respond with the tools that the modern world provides us with. A fight is a fight and you gotta know when your back is up against a wall and when to strike first rather than make excuses to prolong inaction. By the time this agenda slowly encroaches upon people’s comfy little lives it will be too far gone and the chance to defend our views will have disappeared, even the uninterested bystanders will realize the folly of their willingness to fester in blissful ignorance. Do we really still think that talking and debating is still a worthwhile practice in these times? That period of discussion has been and gone, we know just by looking at everyday occurrences that there was only ever one intended direction for us and we are already well underway on our journey to hell while Zamyatin, Huxley and Orwell mutter of how we had been warned.

Also a society where Tommy Robinson gets hounded out of a Cambridgeshire pub by the police for political reasons, having committed no crime.   Fucking disgusting.

Canadian Star Chamber Extra Judicial HRC used by Islamists to silence all criticism of Islam in Canada. They have more powers than ordinary courts and there virtually is no defense or rule of law for the accused. Mark Steyn and Ezra Levant WERE put on trial and after that ordinary Canadians dare not raise a peep in public. They haven’t come after the anonymous youtube commenters … YET.

Don’t you have an RFID injected into your arm. Huh. Don’t worry they will get round to you. You know that the FBI is reading people’s facebook pages and going to their homes and arresting them if they criticize Obama. (and off to either jail of the loony bin on trumped up charges). And that the Dems release names, addresses , businesses of those who join political movements that oppose their agendas. resulting in firings,  and SJW  harassments at home and/or businesses. ad the 3 AM kick in your door and shoot you is still going on in many cities, and in one State  they did Stalinist home raids on opposition party movements threatening everyone with incarceration if they told about it. (They wouldn’t even let one kid phone his parents and threatened him if he told anyone at school about  it).

I can list about four or five instances off the top of my head in which the SJW members went after anti-SJW people’s jobs, accused them of criminal activity and at least one case in which they tried sending someone to prison. If you can list similar examples from the other side, by all means: I’m all ears.

Saying “[Person] is a misogynist racist neonazi” is slander. Not only does it impune your character in an absolutely baseless manner that is meant not to address any argument you make, but to simply make one into persona non grata… But it is also an accusation of things that are CRIMINAL in many places. Actual racism, sexism, and nazi support are criminal offenses in many countries. And this is the methods and tactics that progressive/regressive leftist, feminists, lgbtq mafia, sjws, political correct enforcers, speech and thought police, extremists use to silence any and all counter opinions. Basically they are anti-diversity of opinions, anti-equality of different beliefs. And are blatantly and completely authoritarian.

When you have to watch what political speech you say because someone will contact your company, calling you a racist, bigot, sexist, or the like in order to get you fired, you are living in a culture where an indoctrinated mob will slander you.