AntiGa AntiAll

Most of us know when we have lost. And when we have found a boundary that is crossed, will not go well. AntiGa is not most of us. AntiGa is AntiAll. They are agin it. Agin what? Everything. Nothing is good. Everything is bad because of a short list of oppressions. Like . . . the Climate, White Privilege, All Things Cis-gendered, GMO food, Corporations, DC, the list goes on. Other Inger’s Finger posts.

Most of us will realize continuing will get us hurt. So we back down. AntiGa does not back down. All conflicts must escalate. So they win a lot of fights because the rest of us don’t want to be arrested, hospitalized, or killed.

Sal is out of PUDFARB. He’s begun the process of getting PUDFARB out of himself. But AntiGa is sure that his proper place is back inside PAZ enduring solitary confinement and endless, abusive interrogation. Someone of Sal’s stature cannot leave alive. But he left.

You Can Never Leave

The end of it? Hardly. AntiGa wants Sal back dead or alive. But . . . Itzel and Saito-san got him out and he’s under their protection. Saito-san is a gentle soul until that’s not wise. There are bones in the Nevada desert south of Paradise Valley belonging to people who decided they could win a fight against the casino. AntiGa should stay in PAZ and mind their own business. But then there is no story.

The majority of the world is just counting the days until the next milestone in their lives. This is not story-worthy. We need them because these normies keep the lights on, our stores stocked, and numerous other necessary tasks. So, let’s all thank them and get on with something more interesting.

I’ll give AntiGa this—they are masterful propagandists that love the smell of their farts. Sal was an uninteresting sector lieutenant until he left. His crimes were petty. He didn’t light incense to 皇帝牛屎 four times a day. He shopped at Walmart more than once. There were GMO canned goods in his pantry. But he did good work inside PAZ for PUDFARB. So he got left alone. But he left, so . . .

AntiGa AntiAll Temptation of Eve

The EVILIST EVIL Minion in the History of Evil Minions

PUDFARB’s social media has been blown up by claims that Sal is the snake that tempted Adam and Eve. So says their Twitter account he has no right to live. Everything would be hearts and flowers if Sal was burned alive on a cross. Name a misery or evil and assuredly Sal caused it. I’m impressed.

All because he wanted to just do his job and raise his family. Be normal. There is no sedate normal in PUDFARB. By Mayoral Mandate everyone must have a grievance, a malady, and a kink. LEOs are on their face evil thus Sal is/was evil. PUDFARB’s truth is truthier than yours. The sooner you adopt their truth the happier you will be. I have one phrase for them–steak tacos.

The East Bay Times has been running daily tell-alls about the evils of Sal ever since he disappeared. The Great Flood of Genesis and other folklore was Sal’s fault. Abel is dead because of Sal. The genocide of the Moorish is his fault. PAZ can’t get organic, non-GMO, fair trade Ethiopian coffee beans because of . . yep, Sal. 皇帝牛屎 has long COVID because of the evilest evil LEO ever. Name a misery and I’ll give you one guess who is to blame.

There is Freedom in Truth

All of this ignores at least one thing. First of all, free will. Sal’s greatest cuss word has two letters in it, “N O“. He chose to live in San Lorenzo, own a home and two cars, and remain married to his wife. Other than the typical normie LEO stressors, maladies, and grievances, he was serene. No kinks to virtue signal with. He drank Tasters Choice with Coffee-Mate. His wife made groceries at Lucky’s. How evil is that?

A normie thing: boundaries. Boundaries are racist. It says so in the 10 lb., many paged SOAP book denizens of PUDFARB and PAZ must own and memorize. The only approved boundaries are those dictated by the Leadership Committee of PUDFARB. And those dictums are subject to the whims of the 皇帝牛屎. 唯一不變的是變化. So 皇帝牛屎 and his Central Committee are largely ignored.

Truth: PUDFARB and PAZ are anarchists in practice. The SOAP book is so overloaded with petty and impossible rules that we are likely violating it merely by breathing. Breathing? Yes. We exhale CO2. CO2 is what is blamed for Climate Change. So as we exhale we are killing Mother Earth by increasing the carbon in the atmosphere. You should stop breathing and save Mother Earth. Or be like Sal and just keep breathing normally. Me? Don’t care. I like breathing. Plants consume CO2. Stop confusing facts with the truth, you evil racist enemy of the revolution!

Stupid SOAP

It should not be news that most everyone ignores the SOAP book and the shouty dictums of 皇帝牛屎. Common sense is more common than 皇帝牛屎 likes. Don’t forget, we are the problem. 皇帝牛屎 has spoken. Let’s get on with the show. State Highway 290 is the main road to Paradise Valley. The IRL Paradise Valley does not have a gas station in town. This isn’t IRL Paradise Valley, NV. It’s the imagined Paradise Valley controlled by Saito-San. It has a gas station with an old phone booth. First-time customers to the casino check in at the gas station and enter through the phone booth.

One of the concierges is pacing near the phone booth. She is the first to spot the procession of Anti-Ga protestors kitted out in black-block, Stahlhelm’s, and Hello Kitty Anti-Rona masks. “Free Salvatore!” and “Justice for Sal” are two of the protest signs. They fill 290, blocking traffic. The concierge makes a phone call and as the crowd approaches the gas station Nevada Highway Patrol arrives. The protest is boisterous but not a threat to the town so the cops set up in front and escort the protestors.

At the front, in full regalia, is 皇帝牛屎. The chant is predictable, “What do we want!? SAL! When do we want him? NOW!!” alternating with “Death to Evil Sal So We Can Have Tranquility Now”. So heartwarming. Anti-Ga protests are so evocative.

AntiGa AntiAll Dystopian Black Block

Black Block Drag

The parade arrives at the gas station and stops. A vassal dressed in kind-of black block, ok, you need this eye-worm: black platform heels, black fishnet stockings, a black leather miniskirt, and a black satin corset worn by a SHYT? No. The vassal is 6’6″ and I’d guess 300+ lbs. and has a scraggly beard. One other detail—food crumbs and ?food? grease stains decorate the front of the corset. The whole getup has to be homespun. You are welcome. Ok, moving on.

Fatty Fat Queen makes his way through the crowd to the concierge. S/he, wait, sorry Xi/Xer, ok, for realz, HE but now I’ve offended him, Xi, whatever by misgendering HIM. So evil of me. Fat Queen juggles a box of greasy French fries and a scroll as he makes his way. Xi gets points from me for managing a phone, the fries, and the scroll without dropping anything.

Xi plants himself uncomfortably close to the concierge. He smells like he hasn’t bathed or wiped himself in years, “THESE ARE OUR DEMANDS!!! WE REQUIRE 100 ROOMS AND COMPED MEALS!!! SALVATORE JIMENEZ, AN ENEMY OF PAZ, MUST BE RETURNED TO US WITHIN THREE DAYS!!! YOU WILL WRITE OFF THE DEBTS OF OUR DEAR LEADER AS A SHOW OF CONTRITION!!! IF OUR DEMANDS ARE NOT MET WITHIN THREE DAYS WE WILL OCCUPY THE CASINO AND SHOW THE WORLD HOW EVIL, RACIST, WHITE PRIVILEGED, BOUGY AND DISGUSTING YOU ARE!!!”

No Forgiveness For You

Winning points go to the concierge. She is unmoved, “Do you have a reservation?”
“WE DON’T NEED NO RESERVATION, BITCH!! YOUR INSOLENCE WILL BE DEALT WITH!!!” The crowd picks up the chant, “WHAT DO WE WANT?!! HOT SHOWERS!! WHEN DO WE WANT IT?!! NOW!!!” Wait, what was that about Sal? “DEATH TO SAL SO WE CAN HAVE TRANQUILITY NOW!!!” Ok, noted.

“Have you been a guest before?” “THE DEAR LEADER IS A VERY VALUED CLIENT OF SADOO SAMMY!! OF COURSE HE’S BEEN A GUEST BEFORE” Uh huh, “What’s the name on the account?” “偉大而強大的皇帝胡說八道!話!”
“Let me check the account status. I see that your account has been suspended for nonpayment. The reservation is there but we can’t check you in without clearing your balance. Can I get a card to charge for what you owe?”
Assholes are gonna asshole, “WE DON’T NEED NO STINKING CARDS!! WE ARE THE HEROES OF PAZ!!! HOW DARE YOU INSULT US WITH YOUR INSOLENCE!!! WE DEMAND THE 100 ROOMS AND COMPED MEALS WE ARE ENTITLED TO!!!”
“I’m sorry sir . . .”
“DO NOT CALL ME SIR!!! I AM NOT A SIR!!! MY PRONOUNDS ARE XI/XER!!! YOU BOUGY, WHITE PRIVILEGED, TRANSPHOBIC, RACIST, HATEFUL, MAGAt!!!” You don’t have to be European American to be tagged with the ist and ism adjectives. All it takes is failure to comply with sufficient fervor and speed. A nonplussed Gen Z with Japanese ancestors who isn’t capitulating is enough to garner a long list of ist and ism.

I ARGLE BARGLE ROR MORE BETTER!

All righty then. I’m at the end of the word count for my usual post. There will be more to this when I get time. I’ll leave you with this—most toddlers learn that tantrums don’t work. So they learn to moderate their behavior and find other more helpful ways of getting their needs met. 偉大而強大的皇帝胡說八道! isn’t acting like he remembered that lesson. Sal? Sal is fine. That day Saito-san sent him and his family to Costco in Sparks, NV with a security team. It’s a six-hour round trip to go to Costco. Long enough that the usual thing is to stay overnight in Sparks. There were a few things the family needed and a few things Saito-san likes from Costco. Being away was one of those things. Butcher’s Kitchen Charbeque is another. Last one—Nevada Taco Grill.