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Genuinely the easiest form of protest is boycotting and it’s more available than ever it’s never been easier to pirate or shoplift or just buy a fucking alternative youre not going to die if you don’t get your overpriced treats
The thing about American "leftist" comedians is that they aren't actually leftist, they are the Imperial Court Jesters. They stand on a stage, point directly at the blood-soaked gears of the war machine, make a little tee-hee noise, and the crowd erupts. Not because they are critiquing the machine, but because the laughter is a pressure release valve for the people inside it. Take the video of that stand-up asking the defense contractor if she helped Trump bomb those 160 Iranian school girls, and everyone laughing, including the contractor herself. That laughter is ritual absolution. The contractor laughs because she knows she will never face a tribunal. The audience laughs because they get to feel "self-aware" without having to actually stop anything. The joke doesn't condemn the contractor; it humanizes her, turns her into a lovable scamp who just happens to have a job graphing the velocity of shrapnel through children's bodies. By making it a punchline, the comedian sanitizes the atrocity. The blood is scrubbed off the stage. The audience gets to say "wow, we are so edgy for talking about it" while the person who builds the bombs gets to chuckle and order another drink. It is not satire, it is a team-building exercise for the empire.
Then there is the YouTuber talking about Transformers, casually dropping the "Iraq war aesthetic" like it's a color palette. Desert punk. Military core. A vibe. This is what happens when your country hasn't had a war on its own soil in living memory; the violence becomes media, a backdrop for childhood toys. The explosions are no longer the sound of mothers screaming; they are cool action sequences. They are digesting the visual debris of massacre as a nostalgic fashion choice, scraping the trauma off and compressing it into a genre for their retro-futurist fantasies. The apocalypse becomes a mood board.
And finally, the girl recounting celebrity love triangles from her childhood, flippantly mentioning how the U.S. was "busy with the Iraq war or whatever." Or whatever. That single phrase is the thesis statement of American innocence. Over a million dead, a region destabilized for a century, an endless river of grief; and for her, it was the commercial break between pop culture segments. It didn't raise her rent. It didn't stop her Wi-Fi. The violence is geo-locked to brown skin and distant deserts, just background noise like a refrigerator humming. She has the luxury of forgetting because the machine doesn't eat her children, it eats yours.
Americans don't hate the machine; they love the output. They hate the mess of it. So they turn it into jokes, into aesthetic, into "whatever." Because if they stopped laughing, if they stopped scrolling, if they actually looked at the 4K drone footage of the aftermath instead of the cool explosion CGI in their movies, they would have to realize that the lithium in their phones, the gas in their tanks, and the comfort of their suburban cul-de-sacs are all greased with the fat of foreign children. And they can't handle that. So they laugh. They turn it into a vibe. They call it "the Iraq war or whatever." You can't deconstruct the master's house with the master's jokes, especially when the punchline is the corpses holding up the floorboards.
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This year felt like being awake during surgery
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some ppl on the left get rlly high on their own farts like i know the left isnt rlly a direct term bc it includes liberals to anarcho commies but i kinda hate whenever a discussion about putting theory down for the sake of building more community gets brought up and every1 freaks out about karl marxs word being law and nothing else mattering
bc i understand like. the idea behind that but so many of u expect to just magically form a perfect rainbow bridge to the masses where they r all somehow on the same page as u when the average person in the us is illiterate or has never heard of the word communism not used as a scare tactic like i feel like if u refuse to ever put big words down or put the book down to talk with other ppl who r willing to change perspectives u r more harm than good and very very self centered and this ain’t a argument for ill education or never reading but im kinda annoyed seein ppl use theory books as badges of honor who have never once talked to their neighbor about them mattering outside of capitalism
like its very great that ur well read, can u translate this stuff to a random auntie on the bus? r u willing to dumb urself down for the sake of a real connection? and sometimes this happens in irl coalitions too where its clear every1 is more concerned with seeking like the smartest esoteric person in the room that everyone ends up just talking at one another instead of making deep connections, its jarring when u can tell other “leftist” look at u differently for not being college educated or not using as many big words as them bc it just makes their politics feel like a cutttte unique necklace that sets them apart from the sheeple, yadda blah
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Non-stop stupidity at work lately... I know how people get jobs but my god I don't know how they keep them
Ao3 campaign filling up in a blink of an eye is a joke
At this point making fun of it feels bad. Idk who are donating. But you people have money for your fic website but have no money for human lives.
Could cry you know. I could cry and I do feel like crying but uh. What's the point? I am just speechless that people can donate and reach $75000 in a day on a scam but when requested to donate to a fundraiser, a huge portion of fandom bloggers will accuse the families of being scammers and bots.
Linking my friend's fundraiser to this post because the situation has become dire.
Requesting people that if you are reblogging the post, consider sharing my friend's fundraiser. It has been five days since he has been able to buy food for his family of 24.
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It's that time of year again where I get really depressed~✨️🥲
This time around I'm handling better. I meal prepped a bunch as I felt it inching closer. So at least I won't be hungry,,, bruh my first year alone was a disaster,,,
I refuse to let this interfere with my gains at the gym tho >:3