Some call him teflon hasan because no internet bullshit ever sticks to him. We have seen generations of breadtubers come and go during his career (which is only a few years to be fair) but absolutely NUTHING can stop this man. Hasan is the kind of guy who could shoot a person on 5th avenue and get away with it. Hasan could have been caught red handed on Epstein island and walked away with more twitch subscribers than he had the day before. He is the face of the modern left. He could call for red brigades to descend on the streets of New York or Washington, but he doesn’t. Because hasan is also a bonafide leftist theorist, for you see hasan has made a incomprehensible calculation in his head that buying Ferraris and Hollywood mansions for himself is more important to the leftist cause than calling for any direct action. Genius really, we already see the fruits of his labor as his brash spending habits have caused a complete collapse of the Israeli Zionist terrorists, Palestine is winning because of hasan, the left is winning, you are winning, that is unless you don’t donate your entire life savings to hasan in his twitch streams as an epic act of praxis. He might even say your name, probably not, but self sacrifice is the greatest virtue you can ever have unless your name is HASANABI FUCKING PIKER! DO YOU KNOW WHO HIS UNCLE IS?! DO YOU CHUD!?
Everyone knows Communism is when you have no money, but it's also important to have no fame. No media or social media presence. Every Twitter follower you gain makes you less communist. That's why I, the one true leftist, exclusively make bad posts here in the sub-basement of the internet.
Come to c/badposting, comrade
No everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.