Not necessarily, I wouldn't call dunking on libs "fucking shit up". Our activity in threads posted on other instances can be summarized as us providing a leftist perspective that would not have been there if not for federation. Dunking is what we then do to liberals who respond to said perspective in bad faith. I think that's actually good for the federation, not destabilizing.
You're right, but there was also a broad expectation, including on my part, that immediate rhetorical violence would occur when the two cultures came in contact. "Dunking on libs" relies on detailed knowledge of the observed behavior of liberals - Limited ability to handle contradictions, unlimited excuses for their team while condemning the other team as uniformly evil, total lack of interest in history or material circumstances, shocking flat out ignorance. So, like, yes, some of us, including my self, were screaming M*! M*! M*! while banging on the table with forks and knives while our comically long red tongues hung out of the corner of our mouths and thick ropes of drool splattered on to the plates, but we had a pretty good reason to expect that outcome.
Not necessarily, I wouldn't call dunking on libs "fucking shit up". Our activity in threads posted on other instances can be summarized as us providing a leftist perspective that would not have been there if not for federation. Dunking is what we then do to liberals who respond to said perspective in bad faith. I think that's actually good for the federation, not destabilizing.
You're right, but there was also a broad expectation, including on my part, that immediate rhetorical violence would occur when the two cultures came in contact. "Dunking on libs" relies on detailed knowledge of the observed behavior of liberals - Limited ability to handle contradictions, unlimited excuses for their team while condemning the other team as uniformly evil, total lack of interest in history or material circumstances, shocking flat out ignorance. So, like, yes, some of us, including my self, were screaming M*! M*! M*! while banging on the table with forks and knives while our comically long red tongues hung out of the corner of our mouths and thick ropes of drool splattered on to the plates, but we had a pretty good reason to expect that outcome.