Do not let them erase this. Do not let them tell you he meant "my heart goes out for you."

This man is the grandson of a Canadian Nazi sympathizer who moved to South Africa BECAUSE he thought the apartheid was just the coolest.

He has a gaggle of kids specifically because he believes his genes are superior and need to be spread to improve humanity.

He has thrown his support behind the neonazi party in Germany and the far right party in the UK, not to mention how far he's wormed up the ass of the Republican party.

He threw two sieg heil salutes back to back at the inauguration of the president of the United States and is trying to scrub the evidence off the internet.

Someone who can’t clock this for what it is has probably missed out on a whole symphony of everyday dog whistles. So you will feel like a crazy person because of course you know that “global elites” and “life-denying philosophies” and “cabals” are dog whistles. But it’s like having to explain that “family values” is about hating queer people and women’s reproductive rights to someone who hasn’t kept up with politics for the past 50 years.

He has his hand in the EXACT shape and thumb placement for a Nazi salute.

(warning, image of fuckin Hitler doing the salute)

The thumb placement is pointed down. It's DISTINCTIVE AS FUCK.

Musk does EXACTLY that in his salute, not once, but TWICE.

An accidental "salute" by someone, like if they stick their arms out in joy, doesn't have a downward pointing thumb. Literally, it's not a typical thing. We stick our thumbs out and, usually, upwards, when we're happy. It's a subconscious gesture, the "thumbs up" move. But the fuckin Nazi salute doesn't do that. To have your thumb point down and be tucked against your index finger? It requires you to actually control and manipulate your thumb position, and if you do it so much it becomes automatic? You're doing the Nazi fuckin salute.

It's not "alt-right". It's not "maga salute" or whatever. It's straight up Nazi.

Call it fuckin Nazi.

Stop changing the language to change the perception of Nazism and Nazi ideology for fucks sake.

He gave the Nazi salute. TWICE.

It's not "'the everyone is Hitler' attack" as he tries to deflect and dismiss. He's minimising the seriousness of it by trying to imply it's an over-reaction and "seeing things" by others when IT'S FUCKING NOT YOU PIECE OF SHIT. That's a gaslighting, psychological trick designed to deconstruct the actions in order to separate them from the context and historical reality. Hence why "alt-right" and other terms ARE A FUCKING PROBLEM BECAUSE THEY FACILITATE THE FURTHER SEPARATION OF ACTIONS AND BELIEFS FROM THEIR HISTORICAL CONTEXT THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE IN THEIR ORIGINS. Once the separation starts, it enables the development and infection of those beliefs into the mainstream in more "palatable" ways that don't reveal their fucking depravity.

I literally have spent HOURS before in the past having to watch videos of various types of authoritarianism in action, from rallies to political addresses because I'm That Autistic when I'm doing research (and also writing a fucking paper on the psychology of extremism ffs). I have this abomination of a salute ingrained in my brain (no, it's not fun, it plays in my head like a fuckin nightmare video). I even attempted it myself to figure out the mechanics and the way muscles work in the arm, to test to see if it really can be done "by accident" (spoiler: IT FUCKIN CAN'T).

Fuck this Nazi piece of shit and the American Nazi Party he endorses, represents, and fucking bankrolls.

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1. you can say anything on here. gone are the days of having to use words like “unalive” and “seggs.” murder! kill! sex! fuck! speak your mind!

2. there is a community for you on here. regardless of what you’re into or however small the fandom is, you have a place here. at least one other person will have heard of your weird obscure interest. strike up a conversation!

3. followers don’t matter. tumblr is one of the last remaining social media sites in which your number of followers means absolute jack shit. this can be disorienting at first, but once you lean into the fact that everyone on this website is equal, it’s very freeing. clout means nothing here.

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"Your familiar, what will you name it?"

"Who."

"Your familiar."

"Yes, that."

"You'll name your familiar That?"

"No, That's my mother."

"Your familiar is your mother?"

"No, my familiar is Who."

The priestess pinch the bridge of her nose, her patience clearly wearing thin. Her next words were spoken through gritted teeth. "What will you name your familiar?"

"Who." You can hardly keep the grin off your face.

Finally at the end of her patience, the priestess uttered an oath and looked down at the scroll in her hands to make sure she had the right apostle and not simply someone who'd wandered in to cause trouble. The priestess paled upon seeing the name. Unfortunately, you are the right apostle and you are definitely there to cause trouble.

Her eyes flick up behind you.

The heads of more priestesses shoot up, eyes growing wide. Some screamed. Some fell to their knees. Others fainted, and it would be days before they came to their senses again.

You look back to find chaos incarnate, an impossible being who was too large for the room, too real for reality, and too many things all at once. It was twisting and unformed, smiling and snarling and laughing and screaming with too many mouths; countless eyes gazed from too many places, seeing too many things beyond mortal comprehension.

It looks down upon you.

You smile up at it. "Who?"

It smiled. And Frowned. And snarled. "What?"

"Exactly."

It nods, and you see the glimmer of understanding in its fathomless eyes. There is a spark of humour there, too, or whatever passes for humour in a chaos incarnate eldritch beast. It folds itself down, down, down into a portable form - a feathered body that didn't look like feathers if you looked at it from the corner of your eye; a flattened face with, perhaps, too many eyes if you looked at it too quickly. Maybe it has too many talons. Too many legs. Too many wings. It sort of looked like an owl, but only if you'd never seen an owl before. It lands gently on your shoulder and weighs absolutely nothing.

"Who," it introduces itself, confirming its agreement to the name.

"What," you reply to complete the bond. You come from a long line of mischief, from your mother That to your grandmother How and her mother before that named When. 'What' was a particularly inspired choice of name. Your bloodline exists to remind people that magic, like life, is not meant to be taken overly seriously. It's chaotic, and sometimes it's even fun. You can tell your familiar understands the assignment already.

Who laughs.

You grin.

"We will accomplish many things together," Who says. "None of it will be useful, but all of it will be entertaining."

Your face hurts from how hard you are smiling. "Entertainment is its own purpose."

"Indeed."

"Would you like to go home now?"

"I would like that, yes."

You and Who leave the Great Hall just as the Grand Master Priest walks in and sees the room in utter disarray. You hear him demand, "What happened here?!"