frauddogg [they/them, null/void]

<Coronet of the Crashout> Fraud Dogg, <the Black Anansi>.

https://readsettlers.org/ || Never surrender, never retreat. || Smokin on that lib pack to-nite, koup tet boule kay

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Cake day: September 23rd, 2024

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  • What humanity? What humanity do the sons of settlers have? What matter are the feelings they’ve used to rule over all and sundry for practically all of recorded western history in some form or another? What “white men” fear sickens me, because all that cohort has EVER seemed to fear was not being on top. Crackers fear that we would treat them as they have treated us; and honestly at this point, it’d be warranted if we did.

    That is ‘the quiet part you won’t say out loud’. That is what the cohort you currently bear the water of fears. That you want me to shed tears for that genuinely sickens me, you fuckin loser.





  • Here’s the thing: I don’t care why a Zionist believes what they believe. As a subject-of-empire under the settler empire that bankrolls the Zionists, I have no reason to care why a settler believes what they do-- I only have reason to oppose their settlement in every manner I can muster with as little loss as possible until I have nothing left to lose.

    Fuck would I want to actually hold ‘civil’ dialogue with one of those exported crackers or their waterbearers for?














  • Not a bonkers question, it’s actually totally predictable if you have an accurate read for both the White urge to despoil the frontier, and the depths of techbro narcissism. They just want to be the first to bust their load somewhere new, no matter what it takes, no matter whose resources they have to spend, no matter what they leave behind. Colonizer-assed cracker techbros always leave shit behind.

    This is what the space-age (hwhite) colonizer’s future looks like: every planet now has ring arrangements of dead satellites, empty fuel pods, blown-apart thrusters, and other assorted human-make space junk. Rings of garbage for all nine, dead vessels (crewed by now, long-dead, pressganged “conscripts” [because “conscript” causes less riots than “undesirable”]) hanging in high planetary orbits like macabre baby mobiles, and a still-smoldering coal where Earth used to be.

    I have no fucking respect for it.