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Conservatives will be like, "I am a master debater! No one can win against my perfect logic and reason!"
And then what's actually happening is they constantly interrupt you and are consistently raising their voice louder and louder with every moment that passes until they are literally trying to shout you down and drown out every word you are saying while pretending that really, they're just being so perfectly logical that you can make no response, rather than the fact that they are literally fucking shouting you down and not letting you say a single thing without being interrupted.
Anyways my mom's husband has absolutely no fucking clue what he is talking about, ever, but no one else will tell him this because he turns even the most normal not at all controversial conversation (like...the duration of a year's pass to a fucking museum) into a "debate" where he is just pulling out the most random fucking shit you've ever heard for no reason ("Well if it's a year's pass, if we went this day (when we got the year's pass) next year, that'd be a year and a day! So we can't go this day next year!" (Literally no one was suggesting we did, and also, that's literally not how calendar's work!)) and raising his voice like it's a life or death situation and this is the hill he's going to die on.
The hill called "we bought a life's pass for the museum because it's cheaper than paying for a single visit as a group and now we can come back later with everyone". That's the hill he's gonna die on now, for no fucking reason other than he has no fucking clue how to have normal conversations with people.
Arguing with no one for no reason that a year's pass to a museam won't actually last 365 days because that would actually mean it's lasting a year and a day because he doesn't actually give a shit about logic at all, and just wants to turn every conversation into a debate that he will "win" by literally shouting down the "competition" (our mom, usually) and being so fucking hostile about shit that literally does not matter and is not up for debate (That's literally fucking now how calendars work!!!!) that his "opponent" finally just has to stop to put their hands over their ears and ignore him.
This man is so fucking poisoned by far right bullshit online that he has become a fucking troll in real life and literally no one besides us is actually willing to tell him he has no fucking clue what he's talking about, because 90% of the time he is just doing this shit about things that do not matter in any way, were not up for debate, and are things no one who is not on an eternal quest for Something to be Outraged By™ would want to argue about.
Like whether or not buying a year's pass for the museam would mean you can go there in exactly a year on the same day you bought the pass. Which everyone who uses actual logic knows you would be able to. Because we don't fucking celebrate birthdays the day before you were born.
So then when he starts trying to use these tactics to shit on trans people, he is fully fucking unprepared to have actual facts thrown in his face that he has to actually counter with other actual facts because we literally will not let him keep raising his voice and interrupting us.
He starts raising his voice? We tell him, the way you'd tell a five year old, to lower his voice and use his inside voice, and keep repeating this instruction until he does, shocked either by our audacity, or the fact that he'd raised his voice so high in the first place.
He interrupts us? We say, again, the way you'd tell a five year old who doesn't know what manners are, "It is my turn to talk, stop interrupting me. When other people are talking, we don't interrupt them. I am talking, it is my turn to talk, do not interrupt me" until he shuts his fucking mouth, looking absolutely fucking bewildered. Probably because no one besides us has ever demanded he use the kind of manners a five year olds are taught.
And now, when he is forced to keep his voice at a normal conversational level, when he is not allowed to interrupt every word you say, when he is forced to provide actual, factual evidence for the claims he's making, he is left to flounder, with no way of reacting to what we are saying, because he doesn't actually know how to have a conversation or a real debate.
Because he doesn't have any facts on his side, nor any logic. He doesn't actually know how to argue with reality on his side, and the constraint of not behaving like a five year old having a tantrum, because he spends 90% of his time "arguing" with his wife about random shit that has nothing to do with anything that she's not even pretending to entertain.
(But, it's important to note, she also can't be assed to tell him he needs to stop picking random fucking hills to die on, because that would require more than the bare minimum of effort of communication and commitment. And she's incredibly fucking lazy and doesn't care about fixing bad behaviors as long as she can ignore the behavior in relative peace. This is also why both her dogs are insuffurably untrained and bite and jump up and destroy shoes for fun. Because letting them do these destructive and dangerous things is less effort in her mind than simply training them to be well behaved would have been in the first place. She still gives them her old shoes as chew toys on purpose. I'm not joking.)
We've had these sort of "debates" with our mom's husband before. Last time he was spouting off about genderfluid people who change their pronouns every day and will blow up at you if you use the wrong ones. He was very blatantly just repeating the same shit the people on his shitty podcasts say.
We pointed out the most basic logic of this hypothetical situation -
If someone changes their pronouns every day, they'll tell you what pronouns they're using that day. They want people to use their pronouns, so they'll tell people which ones to use. No trans people expect you to be able to read their minds.
His mouth fell open and you could almost literally see his outraged thought processes screeching to a halt now that the wrench of logic had been thrown in.
If this fucking jackass weren't constantly listening to shitty podcats by people whose names I can't remember to constantly be radicalized and getting spoonfed Outraged Rants about trans people, it'd be really fucking easy to show him how absurd the shit he's being told is.
The ability to use actual logic is there, as is the ability to stop being a raging bigot.
Unfortunately, listening to podcasts by far-right bigots who want trans people dead is a lot more accessible for him than listening to trans people. Because if you're not the sort of fake trans person that exists in the Outraged Rants on his podcasts, then you're not really trans, so you're not actually an expert on the topic and you don't know what you're talking about.
Because in the little bubble of conspiracy that exists in far-right people's minds, if you're not a pedophile who grooms kids, you're not trans, because you aren't convenient to their arguments for why trans people should get the death penalty, and any normal, non-pedophile trans people who exist online are actually all just AI generated and not real. Because you can't trust anything to see online, but you can trust the bigots on his podcasts who are claiming that a school is being sued for not letting a catgender kid use a litter box instead of the bathroom.
Anyways. We're turning one of the sticks I found into the woods into a Talking Stick and whoever is holding it will get to talk. So that we can continue forcing him to behave like an adult who is forced to use actual logic and facts instead of just repeating the same Outraged ideas he keeps hearing on his podcasts.
Anyways did I mention that he was the one willing to use my name and pronouns until our mom got to him and persuaded him to stop? Lofl. Well now my doctor is going to be using my correct pronouns, so she can deal with it.
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i need well meaning cis people to stop attemping to steelman trans healthcare conversations because it basically always ends with them just lying about easily checkable things "no minors are getting irreversible treatments" wrong not true "no minors are having surgery" also false, like instead just say the truth: currently some minors (few, but some) are able to access hrt that will have some irreversible changes on their body, some (even fewer) minors are able to access surgery.
the counter to transphobes screaming "these kids are being irreversibly changed" isn't "no children are accessing this care" it's "puberty is also an irreversible change" and "i think under 18s and even under 16s should be able to make medical decisions actually"
"no minors are accessing this care" means that transphobes can easily point to the examples of minors who are accessing that care, which just make us look like liars. sometimes teenagers and children need to make medical choices on their own. i think a 14 y/o should be able to get an abortion. i think trans kids and teens should be able to have the approriate care, which for some will just be like, picking a new name or haircut, and for some, sure, could be surgery.
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The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.
The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.
Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.
So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?
He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.
The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.
It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?
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Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?
He'll give them some points for dedication, though.
Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.
The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.
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Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.
For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).
It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.
Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!
He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.
And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.
Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.
It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.
At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.
So he answers and is gone with a pop.
Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.
Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.
Fuck.
Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.
So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.
The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.
Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.
The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.
Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.
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