Was MLM. Hated left-coms. Always told me shit like, “there’s no such thing as socialist commodity production you fuck.” Feelings hurt. Locked myself up. Didn’t talk to anyone for days. Made me more sad, 'cause I could’ve been doing activism. Threw my Little Red Book across the room. Hit another book. Enter Marx. Start reading him. Read him more. Read him harder. Click. Light switch on. Youreekuh. The real movement abolished my present state of thinking. Realized the party can’t decide the form of revolution. Life changed. Left my room. Tattooed RUTH CRIT on my knuckles and bought an armchair. Philosophy major now.
This is why I'll never give life to all those projects I plan to write. If they never exist no one can ever criticize them thus preserving my fragile ego.
What if we ruthlessly criticise your lack of action :mutti-shining:
Then I would criticize your trust in me as agent of useful action.
If I do anything that I would come up with, would that not just make things worse?😟 pretty sure they would have made white obama 's writings like good in comparison. I don't know how to write his last name and refuse to write his nickname he gave him self. But yeah mostly leftist fanfics because fuck ip laws they existed since the epic of Gilgamesh at least the fanfic part.
Love this quote cause it lets me be Marxist by just doing what I normally do, i.e bitch and kvetch nonstop
