Have an dinner with some friends tonight and the gimmick is everyone has to give a toast - like a speech, song, poem, etc. I'm the resident commie so I kind of want to do something on brand.. any ideas?

  • Lerios [hy/hym]
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    2 years ago

    Lenin walks around the world

    his dick swings side to side

    its long enough to brush the ground

    and roughly bread loaf wide :lenin-fancy:

  • pooh [she/her, love/loves]
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    2 years ago

    This is a bit cheesy, but I used to know a guy who said this all the time:

    There are good ships and wood ships, ships that sail the sea, but the best ships are friendships, may they always be.

    Alternatively, you could address your audience as "MORTALS" and go on a weird rant about destroying Earth in order to punish mankind for their insolence.

  • Kumikommunism [they/them]
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    2 years ago

    Assuming your friends are all workers, you could make a toast to yourselves and all other workers of the world, likening the continued solidarity among your friends to that of the workers of the world. Then it's somewhat heartfelt and if a lib complains about you getting "too political", you can tell them to shut up. This will definitely not go badly.

    • crime [she/her, any]
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      2 years ago

      This, plus if OP is in the US, toast to the railroad workers and wish them a very pleasant illegal strike

  • a_fanonist_hexagon [he/him]
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    2 years ago

    The Industrial Revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race. They have greatly increased the life-expectancy of those of us who live in “advanced” countries, but they have destabilized society, have made life unfulfilling, have subjected human beings to indignities, have led to widespread psychological suffering (in the Third World to physical suffering as well) and have inflicted severe damage on the natural world...

  • ThanksObama5223 [he/him]
    hexagon
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    2 years ago

    Ended up going with marx on alienation. it fit for the fact that we were together in a rejection of the alienation we all feel, etc

    The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save-the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour-your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life-the greater is the store of your estranged being.