I wrote this once before, but apparently some didn’t get the message.
Today there’s a diary up entitled So Tell Me the Difference Between Hitler and the GOP When They Take Healthcare Away from Millions.
Fuck that.
This will be very short. You might not think it worth a diary, but I’m so fucking tired of people thinking my dead relatives are toys for them to play with, to make political points.
To the “So Tell Me the Difference” diarist:
You know what, asshole? My father-in-law, who is a Holocaust survivor, who saw 15,000 go into the camp and 250 come out, isn’t your plaything. His infant cousin, shot on the spot because his father could only carry two children and there were three, is one of the souls you’re playing with. His grandmother, shot on the spot because she couldn’t walk to the train, is one of the souls you’re playing with. His aunt, shot on the spot for trying to save his grandmother, is one of the souls you’re playing with.
Six million Jews, many no more than ashes, without a grave to remember them, are the souls you’re playing with.
Gypsies, homosexuals, communists, political opponents, those are the souls you’re playing with.
Part of “never forget” is “never put up with assholes belittling what really happened to make cheap fucking political points.”
I know Kos has set down some hard new rules on flagging, and I’m not asking anybody to do anything.
But I’ll tell you this. I flagged that fucker, and will do it again. Every. Fucking. Time.
My dead relatives’ ashes are not yours to fingerpaint in.
Fuck you.