Remember, EM POC only!
Sleepy as hell again, comrades, but I might as well get this posted up before I go ahead and rest.
That aside, let's get those weekly EM POC vibes going!
Remember, EM POC only!
Sleepy as hell again, comrades, but I might as well get this posted up before I go ahead and rest.
That aside, let's get those weekly EM POC vibes going!
I'm pretty new to Hexbear. I've lurked for about two or three years and just made an account a few months ago. Twice now I've had to deal with cracker shit that results in said crackers whining to the mods and getting my posts removed.
Absolutely no self-crit about how religion was tied to the colonization of my people and the effect that's had on us. No consideration about gun culture in the US and how it results in people who look like me getting shot because they rang the wrong doorbell. Then I'm the asshole because I stop entertaining their settler brains and treat them like I would chuds.
If I didn't have this disability bullshit I'd leave the US and join some leftwing terrorist group in the global south somewhere (in WarCraft 2). I have zero faith in a leftist revolution happening in the US because even our """"left"""" is in need of re-education. I think Black, Latine, Native American, LGBTQ+, and some Asian-American people are all ready to go. We want an end to the white patriarchal capitalist world order.
But whites? They are incredibly difficult to work with. It's even worse when you leave leftist spaces. Just look at how many of them bend over backwards to defend Israel or start foaming at the mouth when China is mentioned.
Brodie you barrin up over here. Everything you're saying right here feels like something I've either thought, or something I've said-- I'm very much at a point where I believe we're gonna have to watch it burn to the ground before anything of worth is built out of the ashes. Crackers need at least a hundred years of humiliation before they deserve to be regarded as worthy of rejoining humanity's ranks.
Only thing I can't cosign is leaving-- my lineage comes from slaves that may have well been nameless in history's eyes for how their trails dry up. They died here with hope on their lips; if anything, I at least owe their memory a good fight rather than flight. And if I'm honest, it's not even honoring memories that's the primary driving force anymore. It's fuckin spite. I want to sit right where I'm at and watch the sons and daughters of those who enslaved and murdered my ancestors live through the collapse of all they didn't pay for. I want to watch every last iota of karmic justice land. If we can't have liberation, revenge is fine too.