He's dead to me. I switch rapidly between hoping his zombifying body dies ASAP, and missing the person he was before Nazis brainwashed and stole him.
He was a shitty friend who gatekept random things, like listening to bands in his mid-twenties. Much due to toxic masculinity. I found him quite cringey. Now he's a Nazi.
Yet I mourn his cringe ass each day. A whole person was lost to Nazis. I'm cycling, and I need new outlooks on this situation to get out of this rut. My self care is suffering.
Good words. Rn I'm too tired to pull anyone but myself back from sinister propaganda. It's tough putting myself through reeducation because my attention span has been struggling. When it comes to theory, I can finish Parenti's papers, and that's about it.
Btw, if someone recommends a Parenti paper, I'll likely read it eventually. This site is full of his works.