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1/ What is Right Privilege? Walking around so embedded in your own delusion that you know:
- If you shout "law & order" loud enough, the law is what you say it is
- Cops are on your side, before they're enemies
- The hotel bar is relaxing after the insurrection
#rightprivilege
2/ You know:
- Society blowback for your terrorism is just more repression
- Socialism is hell, but tech platforms should be socialized
- Supporting others' needs is just socialism
- But California subsidizing Oklahoma is federalism
#rightprivilege
3/ You know:
- You're ultra-conservative, so stoking civil war isn't radical
- Camo Chic is cool
- No-Fly Lists only apply to brown people who speak Arabic
- Violence will secure your cause by taking back what's yours
- Terrorists can't be white
#rightprivilege
4/ You know:
- Too much about what you think are your rights from society
- Too little about your responsibilities to society
- A lot about a vague specter of socialism you're afraid of, but can't name any specific ways you've ever been truly oppressed
#rightprivilege
5/ You know:
- A strongman can save you if everyone just give him enough power
- Weakness makes you look like a lib
- Kap dishonors the American flag, but a Trump and confederate flag in the Capitol doesn't
#rightprivilege
- If you shout "law & order" loud enough, the law is what you say it is
- Cops are on your side, before they're enemies
- The hotel bar is relaxing after the insurrection
#rightprivilege
I'm inviting a new term for this:
— Robb Smith (@RobbSmith) January 11, 2021
Right Privilege.#rightprivilege
2/ You know:
- Society blowback for your terrorism is just more repression
- Socialism is hell, but tech platforms should be socialized
- Supporting others' needs is just socialism
- But California subsidizing Oklahoma is federalism
#rightprivilege
3/ You know:
- You're ultra-conservative, so stoking civil war isn't radical
- Camo Chic is cool
- No-Fly Lists only apply to brown people who speak Arabic
- Violence will secure your cause by taking back what's yours
- Terrorists can't be white
#rightprivilege
4/ You know:
- Too much about what you think are your rights from society
- Too little about your responsibilities to society
- A lot about a vague specter of socialism you're afraid of, but can't name any specific ways you've ever been truly oppressed
#rightprivilege
5/ You know:
- A strongman can save you if everyone just give him enough power
- Weakness makes you look like a lib
- Kap dishonors the American flag, but a Trump and confederate flag in the Capitol doesn't
#rightprivilege
No one pays much attention to the ramshackle shop on the outskirts of town. It's been there for decades, some swear. Others aren't so sure; they can't remember when it opened, or how long it's been operational--only that the owner, a sturdy man who calls himself "Dice" will fix
anything you bring to him for a fair price, no questions asked. Some of the less-savory characters in their not-so-cosmopolitan town swear he must be an outlaw.
"A name like Dice?" they'd murmur, eyeing him as his massive hands wield a spanner like an elegant weapon,
"he's no mechanic. Ex-empire, maybe? Or in league with the Hutts?"
Dice will regard them evenly, lips curled around a glass of Chandrillan whisky, and say nothing. When he draws himself to his full height, sable hair falling rakishly over one eye, some start to wonder.
Rhusbelid, a grizzled moisture farmer with a penchant for wild theorizing, starts to pay more attention. Years fleecing weapons for the First Order taught him the value of simple observation; tracking the comings and goings of people in the local hives. He recognizes something
familiar in Dice, a regimented way of moving, of existing, that only comes from specialized training. With interest, he begins to watch.
A gown of shimmersilk. A delicate hearthstone. Fresh jogan fruit. An intricately carved knife.
One by one, the pieces fall into place, until
Somewhere in the galaxy there\u2019s a tall, gentle guy living a quiet life as a mechanic and getting regular visits from a cloaked figure who comes and goes in the night and stays in his arms for as long as she can before flying off to continue her work as the Republic\u2019s Jedi Master
— fran (@galacticidiots) January 3, 2021
anything you bring to him for a fair price, no questions asked. Some of the less-savory characters in their not-so-cosmopolitan town swear he must be an outlaw.
"A name like Dice?" they'd murmur, eyeing him as his massive hands wield a spanner like an elegant weapon,
"he's no mechanic. Ex-empire, maybe? Or in league with the Hutts?"
Dice will regard them evenly, lips curled around a glass of Chandrillan whisky, and say nothing. When he draws himself to his full height, sable hair falling rakishly over one eye, some start to wonder.
Rhusbelid, a grizzled moisture farmer with a penchant for wild theorizing, starts to pay more attention. Years fleecing weapons for the First Order taught him the value of simple observation; tracking the comings and goings of people in the local hives. He recognizes something
familiar in Dice, a regimented way of moving, of existing, that only comes from specialized training. With interest, he begins to watch.
A gown of shimmersilk. A delicate hearthstone. Fresh jogan fruit. An intricately carved knife.
One by one, the pieces fall into place, until