Being against SJW’s does not mean being against social justice.
It means being against:
- invalidating opinions and personal problems based on privilege, whether actual or presumed;
- automatically assuming that privileged people have perfect lives and therefore have no right to complain about anything;
- automatically assuming that anyone who disagrees with you is white/cishet/male;
- ostracizing those who do not have exactly the same opinions as you;
- ignoring genuine oppression in favor of exaggerating and even fabricating issues;
- taking opposing viewpoints and blatantly distorting them in attempt to prove your (so-called) moral superiority;
- declaring everything and anything offensive, especially when no offense is warranted;
- finding fault with every single aspect of society, and never saying anything positive;
- glorifying apathy and cynicism while mocking optimism and ambition;
- blindly conforming to others’ opinions without question or hesitation;
- stating your opinions as if they were facts;
- resorting to vicious personal attacks when the flaws in your argument are pointed out;
- vociferously opposing bullying and prejudice while simultaneously bullying and judging those who think differently than you do;
- and finally—perhaps the most inexcusable of all—inciting hatred under the guise of equality, tolerance, and justice.
You have no right to call what you are doing “social justice.” Instead of addressing the real inequality and oppression that our society perpetuates, you are seeking attention and searching for things to be offended by. This solves absolutely nothing and is completely counter-productive to bettering the world we live in.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
"This is why you can’t trust women! They’re so good at makeup and wear it to fool guys into thinking they’re hot!"
shit. girls he’s on to us *washes off makeup to reveal lizard face and climbs up a wall* we will return with a new disguise. soon the power of earthly men will fall