I've been saving up to buy a house since I landed a well paid but cushy low-stress job a couple of years ago. I'm hustling these dumbasses doing "consulting" for a loads of money while not really doing anything productive (don't snitch and tell my boss). Houses in my area aren't as fucked up unfathomably out of reach as they are in plenty of other places, so I'm aiming for getting it done in three years. I'm gonna play music so god damn loud and have a dedicated bong hitting room and grow so many fucking vegetables dude. I just hope I can manage to save up enough money to actually buy the house before A) getting laid off or B) the price of houses rises faster than I can save or C) half the country sinks into the sea or D) all of the above.
I am a large adult person and I legitimately hold these opinions. I understand it's an extremely common reaction to immediately dismiss something as completely absurd nonsense when it contradicts your established world-view. I didn't become a communist overnight because of spicy memes or to become edgy, but through years of educating myself on the matter. Communism as a concept has existed for a long time now, and it's not going to go anywhere. I'd recommend you at least try to understand it, even though you'll never agree with it.
I think it's time to throw in the towel, comrade. Extremely good posting, though.
I've posted this same comment before I think, but I have to do it again: God damn do I wish I could go through life like this. Anything even remotely threatening to my world-view = bot, absolute drivel, automatic and instant disregard. A cozy little bubble where everything I believe is always good and right, and everything else is bots.
What does this even mean? Obviously Leninists are going to dislike opinions that are pro-imperialism, because Marxism-Leninism is inherently anti-imperialist. There are plenty of other opinions we dislike that are not related to imperialism at all. As principled communists we tend to be able and willing to explain why we disagree, though it's tiring to have to explain the same things a million times to people who aren't even really listening (thus the occasional pig-poop-balls). We're only human. Try to keep an open mind and entertain the thought that our opinions might actually be sincere.
I wish I could go through life like this as well, damn. Never ever have to entertain the thought that maybe someone else's wacky opinion is sincere and has a solid foundation to it, but nah man, it's just a bot. Seems a lot less stressful.
Two part post:
- I went to a big-ass three-day festival last weekend and it was very dope. I got mega stoned and listened to a some extremely funky African boogie and ate an absolutely transcendent beyondmeat burger. Probably spent way too much money, but it was kind of worth it tbh.
- How does one confront real life actual capital I Incels? There's this one guy that's mildly acquainted with a friend group of mine since way back when. His life is clearly not going the way he wanted it to go, so he's fallen into the abyss and basically alienated anyone who tolerated him before. He wasn't exactly pleasant before either when I've met him, but he's really too far gone now. Most of my other friends severed all ties to the guy, while others "strongly condemn" his opinions and behaviour but are too chickenshit to actually do anything about it. Anyway, there's that eternally online part of my brain that's responsible for dunking on libs and chuds that's telling me it would be like so totally sick and cool to dunk on that fucking fool and maybe plant the seed of the immortal science of Marxism-Leninism in his atrophied brain-stem if I ever run into him again. Obviously he'd just call me a cuck and tell me to listen to Andrew Potate or threaten to beat my ass or whatever, but, you know, still. He's not a very threatening specimen overall, so I'm not exactly afraid of him. Anyone have any ideas?
This comment fucking rules. 72trill is the chosen one to lead the vanguard party.
I, like apparently many others here, was exactly like this. I went to university to study economics and work hard and get a good job and invest in stocks like a big boy and blah blah fucking blah. My cousin started working at a big kind of national-level bank during that time, and I really looked up to him. Then, the absolutely legend, posted a thing on instagram congratulating Lenin on his birthday and thanking him for his service to humanity. I could almost physically feel my world view getting fucking obliterated. The entire Finnish national identity is built around resisting the soviet union, so this kind of take was incredibly spicy. W-w-w-what?! Lenin?! It has to be some kind of ironic joke. Lenin was Bad™ because that's what They™ said. That's what They™'ve always said. The Soviet Union four hundred million billion starved to death state owned exile to Siberia by the KGB winter and continuation wars plus Stalin personally confiscating their toothbrush, haven't you heard?
I, of course, went full denial and tried to not think about by leaning into chuddery, but the seed was planted. Then Libya happened and I made the terrible mistake of actually considering the geopolitical and material factors that might have played into it. What about Yugoslavia then? Iraq? Turns out that this is exactly what the communists have been trying to tell my stubborn idiot ass for the past 150 years. It was unironically one of the more difficult crises of identity and self-reflection I've god through. I remember the culmination rather clearly: I am having an existential crisis and staring into the bathroom mirror. The suspenseful music builds up while the undeniable realisation slowly but surely creeps in. Music stops. Closeup shot of face. "Jesus Christ, Lenin was right about everything." Roll credits.
But then again, "But what about human nature? Don't you want to own things? Who would ever work again? Who would empty the trash?" Of course. I cannot argue with this logic and I have never heard of these arguments. Marx & gang never thought of that either. You are too rational and logical to be wrong. Four guys should own everything, while a third of my time goes to doing some menial bullshit no one cares about and a solid third of my income should go to some random fucking idiot who in the eighties bought the apartment I live in.
I'm so fucking angry
