Here I am a thrashing hog adrift in the whorls or the wind. There I am a gilded carcass writhing invisibly with power from the dark age of Hexnology. In the pursuit of posting power, I ventured here and have been reborn in the :doomjak: to ignite the :bloomer:. Don't get me wrong, I don't count myself among the Posting Fedayyin of this place, and doubt I'm well-known.
But when I go back out to the lib/chud infested sections of internet, I might as well be Dr Manhattan. All of the things they say just seem so childish and impotent now, more the hissing leak of pressurized helplessness escaping from ruptured egos than anything approaching a well-considered opinion. Some CIA documents here, bit of Socratic method there, a little spritz of bullying as needed, bam.
I cannot adequately put into words the power of understanding how social interaction actually works and not the wheedly "teacher teacher" bullshit Sorkin mentality that defines modern liberal "politics" and all the culture downstream of it.
Conversely, this place is a communist sci-fi experimentation pod, out of which emerge terrifyingly augmented Deus Ex-style lefty shitposters.
:sicko-jammin: Remember to use your power irresponsibly in moderation, and always operate the lathe under the influence of alcohol or narcotics.
It's honestly mind blowing isn't it? Reading normie parts of the internet or :reddit-logo: is surreal at this point. It's like watching a bunch of grade schoolers playing soccer. They haphazardly trip over each other trying to kick the ball only God knows where. There are supposedly teams, there is supposedly a sport being played with objectives in mind, but watching from the outside it's very clear that none of them have any idea what the fuck they're doing. Engaging with and regularly reading the effort posts and theory here just prepares us for such a broad range of discussion topics. Add the dunk culture and Chapo roots of bullying libs and we're just hyper efficient at leftist shit posting.
I know we're small and, probably, always will be. But we've got something special here.
There are supposedly teams, there is supposedly a sport being played with objectives in mind, but watching from the outside it’s very clear that none of them have any idea what the fuck they’re doing
This is sort of related to my analogy for reading theory being akin to reading the Necronomicon, if you manage to come out with your sanity intact you suddenly realize how petty and meaningless electoral politics are (particularly in the west and especially in the belly of the beast), once you glimpse the cosmic horror that is the total shape of the US empire and the monstrosity of capitalism that drives and is driven by it, unthinking unfeeling, insatiable, with a singular purpose of consuming everything on the planet without regard for life.
This knowledge takes immense mental and emotional resolve to possess without sinking into despair or becoming misanthropic. Everyone of you here may not feel like it, because it's a hell of a burden to bare, but you're all incredibly strong people who I admire very much.
I bet they do. Too bad facts don't care about their feelings™.
I might as well be Dr Manhattan
It is January 21st, I am dunking on neolibs criticizing South America while recounting the 1973 fascist coup of Allende's government
It is july 4th, I am explaining the origin of the Taliban as we know it and the preceding years of US involvement in undermining Afghanistan's burgeoning socialist movement
It is 3am I am drunk texting my ex about Rosa Luxembourg's horny posts.
Fuck.
pls do not mention Rosa's hornyposts, nothing makes it harder to keep my volcel vows than being reminded of the carpet beater.
You may not be well known but I definitely recognize your name at least never stop posting comrade. :rat-salute:
Sometimes I drift between the redditors, just to experience the world as they do. I try my best to help them but they aren't capable of receiving it. I find myself just saying, absent any emotion, "that's dialectical" or "that's undialectical" on posts. It must be thousands of posts now. All across the website. They're all so... undialectical.
I'm the hissing leak of pressurized helplessness escaping from ruptured egos :doomjak:
Dang I was hoping for triumphant return of BMF. It's okay I will wait for generations if necessary.
