I’m generally chill with keffals but god damn unless you’re about to drop the next fucking Epstein-level scandal, which I doubt, dial it back. you’re not the next Lenin just because you’re dropping Google Docs.
You get this vibe from, like, microparties too. when they post like they are ushering in the revolution or commanding significant power when they don’t exist outside of Cleveland and are the product of 3 consecutive splinters. We get to grandiose-post when we have material power, but we don’t have material power, so it just comes off as… well, sad.
Sorta like in Disco Elysium’s endgame when
the deserter’s just refusing to move on and adapt to the present conditions, living vicariously through his past achievements and pretending he’s still fighting the good fight but in the present he’s just executing on his petty grudges and calling it politic.
It’s… what, pathetic? Pitiful? I don’t know the right word for it. It’s sad and it spiritually hurts when I read shit like this and remind myself how unreality this stuff is even though I’m not the one making myself out to do this as a public figure.
same energy as all of these libs how drop a manifesto of fire and thunder directed at conservatives and fash only to write :vote: at the end.