Democracy Raised from the Dead: Antifa and Portland Cat Ladies

“No borders, no walls! No USA at all!” ~ Antifa chant

In Portland, Oregon, I got together with a Trump hater and – over Thai takeout in her back yard – heard her perspective. A child-free lesbian with a touching affection for her cats, she gets her news from The View; a print subscription to Time Magazine; and NPR (National Public Radio.)

Shall I ridicule this stereotype of a pussy-hat model? On the contrary: if we can develop empathy for one representative individual, we have a chance to appeal to the whole McResistance. While they're trained to think patriots are Nazis, and that violence towards us is justified, casual chats with them may give us new ideas how to ease Antifa sympathizers into supporting their own self-interest.

I have no idea who these women are...
besides (unwitting?) CIA stooges

Superficially, my friend already puts herself first. Aunty Fa (we’ll call her) is well versed in Portland-style self care. Her inner child radiates joy. Charming garden decor hangs under her awning. As we set up our meal on her deck table and spooned Lemongrass Coconut Soup into our bowls, she was unapologetic about expressing her wants and needs, adding the self-aware meta-comment, “I like being a bother!” On vacations from her part-time social-service job, Aunty Fa goes on cruises because, as she says, she deserves them. She did self-growth programs like EST and Landmark, and took A Course in Miracles with president-wannabe Marianne Williamson. She practices random acts of kindness and feels good about herself. Some people choose to sacrifice more for others, she says, “But that’s just not me.”

Attempting neutrality, I praised the Big-Tech whistleblowers who recently came forward to prove the biased censorship on social media. “They’re heroes risking their jobs,” I said.

Her smirk cheered for the censoring and silencing of conservatives. Windchimes tinkled in the breeze. Her next question surprised me. “Does heroism really do any good?”

I said that, just last week, Google executives were exposed scheming to prevent a “Trump situation” in 2020 and committing other election interference. Independent investigative journalists had caught the criminals red-handed. Heroes do make a difference. I stated that I’d gladly give my life for democracy and human rights.

Aunty Fa’s response was that she’d give her life for someone she loved maybe but not for what I said.

I thought maybe my ideals seemed vague to her. So I described the importance of free speech: if we can’t speak up, we lose all our other rights. With a slab of Drunken Noodles about to slither out from her chopsticks, Aunty Fa challenged me: “Do you really feel we ever had free speech in our country?”

That took me off guard. I didn’t want to sound antagonistic so I didn’t ask if she genuinely thinks her own speech is oppressed, considering it aligns with mainstream media and the Obama/Clinton establishment. (She’s seduced by Democrats’ self-righteous grievance culture, as I used to be.)

I addressed myself to a portion of spicy eggplant and chewed on it. Into the silence, Aunty Fa introduced her opinion that, when it came to abuse of human rights, America was just like Communist China. She praised Europe and then stated, “I hate this country. I really do.”

Somehow I swallowed my eggplant. Aunty Fa isn’t illiterate; she has a grad degree and belongs to the demographic who smugly sports the “Facts matter” bumper sticker (“All profits from the sale of this sticker will go to the Southern Poverty Law Center, the ACLU, the Center for Reproductive Rights or the National Resources Defense Council.”) Her sexual orientation inclines her to identity politics but I don’t think she’d have abandoned reason were Deep State propaganda not so ubiquitous and outright satanic in its deceit.

Minnesota AG Keith Ellison,
Muslim friend of Bernie Sanders.
No leading Dems have denounced Antifa

And when someone feels abused by the patriarchy, hatred stains her vision. Trained to blame white men for issues, she's inclined to slip into an infantile state of irresponsibility. When dealing with a contestant in the Oppression Olympics, you can’t grab their victimhood trophy. They’re free to think, “Women aren’t valued in our pussy-grabbing country but in China, all comrades are equal. Our country is as horrible as China because I don't want a white male as president. Trump’s a fascist like Hitler; all my favorite celebrities tell me so. Communism is good because USA’s capitalism destroys the environment. Bernie Sanders says big corporations are the problem.” I know this sort of thoughts because I used to share them! Her “smugnorant” brain is scrambled. Deep state loves chaos and cognitive dissonance. Irrational tax payers are easily manipulated with hysteria generated via false flags, hoax “Russia” investigations, and fake hate crimes.

By the time for Mango Sticky Rice, I should have just changed the topic to the weather. But the Thai chilies must have fired me up. I couldn’t overlook my friend condoning a totalitarian regime. I explained that I’d learned Mandarin in college and studied China intently for decades. I’m aware of ubiquitous CIA disinfo but I could state confidently, “There is no comparison between human rights in USA and under the communists.”

“But how can you know that,” she countered, “just from books?”

Never mind my Tibetan-refugee friend's story. Aunty Fa and I had voyaged into the deconstructionist universe where the spiritually woke know nothing ontologically except their own immediate experience. I was surprised to take such a cosmic journey when my expectation had been lunch and a chat. See how unenlightened I was, to have expectations? (Remember, leftist anti-intellectualism is superior to the rednecks’ because leftists have usually been to college.)

Antifa lover Mike Stuchbery, journalist for Huffington Post,
The Guardian, and The Independent: "Punch Nazis"

Cynically I suspected that Aunty Fa was throwing any available rhetorical weapon at me to justify her contempt for Trump supporters. So I insisted that I didn’t need any book to tell me that human rights were worth defending with my life. “I am standing up for people like you who were killed in Nazi Germany and Muslim countries for being gay. The appropriate response to that is simply to thank me.”

Aunty Fa rolled her eyes and with a flop of the wrist said, “Thank you.”

Frankly disgusted, I asserted, “I’ve risked my life many times to do the right thing. That’s not something to scoff at.” She was acting like a Good German toward moral accountability.

Aunty argued, “Well, you’re not something special. Lots of people are like you.”

I agreed, “Yes, lots of people are like me. About half the country is trying to defend our democracy and human rights like free speech.”

We’re due for rain. But Portland really is lovely this time of year.

What to do? Portland Mayor condones violent "anti-fascists"

It’s sad that folks with media-induced Trump Derangement Syndrome are missing out on America’s renaissance. I was brainwashed to sneer at patriotism just like them. My red pill was when Obama okayed drilling in the Arctic, belying all his virtue signaling about climate change. I realized he’s a total phony. Maybe someday Aunty Fa will too. The nice cat lady will see that loving my country doesn’t make me a “far-right extremist.”

To interrupt her watching The View, I just texted her about the gay reporter who took one for the team yesterday, brutally attacked by Antifa while the Portland police stood down.

[Dem Congressspokesmodel AOC promoting riots]

UPDATE: Aunty Fa saw a TV interview with the injured reporter Andy Ngo and told me, "He could talk; it's not like he was put in a coma. Do you read Time Magazine? They just published a list of journalists worldwide who have actually been killed."

.........................................(I have great self control.).................................................

My team

Antifa supporters abound

[Mainstream Downplay of Antifa Violence]

[Google redefines fascism to justify Antifa]

[Send in the Nat'l Guard]

One other funny thing Aunty Fa said: “I know you write your blog but my roommate is a real writer. She’s a sort of erotic Ursula Le Guin.”

Ooo, published erotica! Our satanic overlords reward us for being as obsessed with genitals as they are. I smiled enthusiastically and said, “Tell her I wrote an ecofeminist novel about how women can save the environment.” Yes, I’m Hippier than Thou! Maybe my existence can be a sort of Zen koan to alert liberals to the fact that patriots aren’t just old white men.

Bonus: the Thai food from Sivalai really was delicious.