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  • raven [he/him]
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    1 year ago

    Every time my red hot hopes are dashed they're replaced with cold, bitter anger. I could probably muster the energy to hope once or twice more but after that, I don't know.

    I do maintain a small sliver of hope that if somehow within the democratic establishment there came to power a real leftist, it would take capital by surprise in a way that they wouldn't immediately know how to handle, and because America is the seat of global power capital would be hesitant do a coup like happened to Chile, or if they did it would destroy people's confidence in there existing something like a "democracy" in a useful way.

    I don't see an actual movement taking off any time soon in America. Maybe elsewhere.

    Just my own feelings as a late millennial - early zoomer.

    • GreatWhiteNope [she/her]
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      1 year ago

      I think if a real leftist came to power in the US, they would have a “tragic accident” and die.

      All corporate news and politicians would dismiss the idea that it’s an assassination and paint anyone who thought so as a loony conspiracy theorist.

      I think it would be very similar to the aftermath of Epstein’s death and nothing would be done.

    • SokathHisEyesOpen@lemmy.ml
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      1 year ago

      The reason why this seems unlikely to me is that you can't win the presidential race without capital, and once you accept their help they've got their hooks into you. They wouldn't offer their help to a strong leftist anyways, they'd campaign against them, even within the same party. We saw it happen real-time in the last two elections.

    • Mardoniush [she/her]
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      1 year ago

      Successful cadres are formed of those with that cold, bitter anger.

      How do you think Lenin felt? His family killed, his friends dead or starved or running for their lives. Revolution beaten down again and again for over 30 years of his life? We see him at his grand success, but we never see him in 1908, hunted and downcast in Paris, overshadowed by Bogdanov.

      To win, you need to know your efforts will likely lead to disaster and despair, and to people you love getting hurt for nothing but a month or two of riots followed by the harshest reaction. And then you need to do it anyway. We tilt at windmills, but we know it's built on an unstable foundation, that one day the windmill will collapse when we hit it.