When it comes, American fascism will look like this.
I tremble.
This is possibly some of the most brilliant and sinister propaganda that I have ever read.
It starts like this:
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away – called New York City – there was a special place where fairies could go when they weren’t feeling well. It was known as the Gay Men’s Health Project. The friendly bears and slender youths who ran this magical dispensary helped unlucky fairies mend their wings and wee-wees so they could get back to working through their issues and flit off to the nearest after-hours disco, bath house, abandoned truck or dilapidated pier.
Because they knew the empire wasn’t going to do it for them, the handsome lords and lads of Greenwich Village worked in unison to take care of their own kind. An invisible tribe that blended easily into the population at large, they understood that the heterosexist king’s medicine men were not attuned to their unique needs; they did not want uncaring jesters from the court making choices about their bodies. So the fairies raised their voices as loud as they could to make sure they had access to like-minded, sympathetic healers who would not make them feel ashamed of their behavior (and would get them back on the dance floor ASAP).
Then, in the year of eight tens and two, the fairies began to wither by the thousands and fall from the sky. No one knew why. So those who were still of able body came together again to build a new safe haven specifically for their sick brothers: a non-profit service organization called the Gay Men’s Health Crisis. Thanks to the actions and determination of these bold heroes, GMHC succeeded in providing legal aid, counseling, and even some housing to 15,000 fellows affected by HIV and AIDS.
Read on, friends ... read on ...
I happen to be a homo type person and, after reading this, even I want to pick up a crowbar and go out and beat some fucking faggot heads apart.
But this is not about bias -- or discrimination -- or hate crimes -- per se. It is about creating a whole new way of thinking about the issues of the day. It is about supplanting logical analysis of issues with mythological narratives regarding collective culpability.
It's also the exact same kind of tract that was published in the years leading up to the Final Solution, about gay people, about Communists and about Jews. So it's no surprise that the themes of this essay are old ones -- the sleeper cells hidden among us, the stab in the back.
Read it again and enjoy the brutal flavor of our potential tomorrows.
This was published on one of the most popular right-wing sites on the Internet.