This a mirror of something I posted over at Minds.com that … well, is my usual rambling rant format but over something very dear to my heart: not having to fight, kill, and be killed by Californians. I’d much rather spend my time working on the next Sinful book’s outline like I planed this weekend (which is a vacation I took for that purpose), but the madness of a nation has dragged me away. Honestly, I’m a smut writer. You folks come to me for that, so ignore this if you like. But this isn’t some left vs right nonsense, this isn’t even my personal politics really.
This is a cry for peace. I hope you, my fellow deviants, can take a few moments to read. Read and in the coming weeks and months remember my warning when you hear #Calexit mentioned. I am no authority on pretty much anything, but there are some things even I can see.
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Damn it, I don’t want to be a ‘voice’ heard in the public sphere. I’m a lurker by nature and a dabbler of shit I don’t, for easily discovered reasons, like to advertise. The quiet Internet waysides are where I’d rather be.
But. For. Fuck’s. Sake.
The #Calexit shit now has a website, asking for donations and volunteers. (http://www.yescalifornia.org/)They’re forming their agenda and readying a case to actually do this … madness. A deadline (2019!) to ignite their ‘great cause’. I am seriously flummoxed over the question of if they even understand the consequences.
This could, probably, oh god hopefully might still only be the post-election tantrum us Americans are so fond of. Hell, I decried the Bush election and told everyone I was moving to Canada too back in the day too. But it might not. The chance isn’t inconceivable. So I’ll say something aloud (-groan-), add some small voice to the greater discourse. Hopefully in some small way reach those who might be considering taking part in this.
What do I have to say?
Don’t do this. I do not want to be conscripted into marching south to step on the neck of traitors. I really don’t.
Oh wait, they are very clear on their little page. Non-violence is mentioned quite clearly. Like that is even on the table. History is against you, established policy and law of the Union is against you, the very reality of the federalist system and the rest of the nation’s needs for solidarity is against you. Your needs as well, but I’m sure anyone considering this probably thinks virtue can double as emergency rations if they just believe hard enough. Or California is really just that awesome. Wait no, the awesome bit is clearly the first thought and the first bad turn will be when that first bit will have the room to be considered.
Crap, I’m probably being hyperbolic. I don’t dabble in arenas like this normally, I stick to fiction. There I can just make up shit as I go. I like that. What I don’t like is imagining a second Civil War. Seriously imagining it without any entertaining caveats to the setting. Which will happen if California leaves the Union, there is no question there. Oh, and Oregon if I am to believe some mutterings around me. What I don’t like is the fact I am -almost- certain that the kid gloves won’t come off right away. I don’t like that cause I can damn well imagine what the removal of those gloves will look like should they become stained with setbacks. The longer you wait to take those gloves off, the worse it always is.
Californians, my fellow countrymen. As you consider this, as you listen and speak with those in your state about this, I implore you. Look up the history of our last civil war. Learn of the realities that shaped that dark period of our history. Not just the slavery bits, that’s not important right now no matter how much you want it to be. I need you, your fellow countrymen need you to pay attention to the bigger things at play then.
Is it likely for California to actually do this? No, I hope not. Is it likely California could actually rally enough to resist the Federal governments response? It is laughable, but such is the outlook before most wars.
Yes, Californians, what I’m fearing should your state clear those is full on war. Yes, war on our country’s native soil and not on our screens. Right here. Potentially county-by-county, block-by-block war, right here. Potentially year after year war here. You remember that history I asked you to look up? That is the reality we need to avoid. Cause the leaders of those … whatever slur your ‘rebel boys and girls and whatever else’ come up for the US army (yes, that army you see on the news with all the really, really effective armaments) have also read that history. They learned it’s lessons or will eventually be replaced by ones who did. What can be said for that, even back then it took a long war for Lincoln to resort to Grant the Butcher.
The lesson, other than gentlemanly warfare is kooky in the extreme? You try to crush them with politics, then with economy. Military victories and defeats all the while and propaganda abound. If those fail, if the war isn’t quickly won as they so often are not, then you take those kid’s gloves I mentioned off.
Then the rebels get their spirits and very sense of identity crushed. Totally. Not slowly like the torture-loving sociopath your imagining in your head, thinking me a monster. Quickly, hard and fast as commanders and troops desperately hold on to the hope that tomorrow peace might come and the nightmare of a nation ends so they can just stop what their having to do. To just stop.
That’s the shit going through my head every time I see #Calexit. Could just be the jokes of trolls, could just be a few ignorant crybabies common after close elections. But it might not and with that is a future I desperately want to avoid. Hard enough that again I’ll use this internet-given mask of mine just cause it has these boost point things that will spread my thoughts a lot further than I can on my own. Cause despite my horrid works, it is times like these that those with twisted imaginations like my own find their highest calling to aid the greater population of the sane. These are the times we remind you sane people how bad things can get with astonishing ease if you forgo wisdom.
… fuck, who am I kidding? I’m going back to terrible realities I don’t have to live in and hope my number doesn’t come up in the draft.
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