I wish we still had some living memory to whoop these fascists in line.

I'm not old enough to have lived through WW2, but my parents and my grandparents did. And quite a few members of my family went to the camps. Some didn't come back.

They told us kids what happened. They lived it, and they passed their memories onto us.

And so as a result, fascism is very much a living memory to me. It's the memory of seeing those dear to us weep when they told us kids what they saw and what they had to endure.

Sadly, those of us for whom fascism is a living memory - directly or indirectly - are too old to whoop anybody's ass. But I have a burning desire to. I can't stand fucking fascists, and they're running the country right now! I'm so fucking mad!