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  • The people who are willing to split up a community over their electoral politics are not likely to be won over, you should probably not expect to be able to save all of them.

    There’s a Trotskyism joke to be made about splitting the group chat.

    Your MAGA friends bizarrely sound like the more conciliatory part of the group, it sounds from your description that they understand things are tense and are trying to avoid stirring the pot.

    They’re more passive suburban trumpanzees. There not going to go off about some QAnon sounding shit, and they’re offline enough to not have caught the chan brainworms. Even without this though, I think their relative chillness is due to them having less of a perceived threat since politics is ultimately just a game to them, as they are petite booj/highly paid professionals (one is a failson insurance kulak, one an HR/recruiter traitor of the working class).

    The blue MAGAs are seeing capital take its mask off on live TV. They give just enough shits to be concerned about this, but their attacks of Trump all still rely on American exceptionalism and other reactionary angles. You’ll see them calling Trump a commie traitor to the US; that there will be “USSAR (United Soviet States of America Republic)” level censorship; that refusing to condemn Trump is “unmanly” (a stance that itself affirms patriarchy); that pointing out that what Trump is doing is unconstitutional over and over again is le epic own (as if constitutionality has ever stopped the American Regime from harming someone it really wants harmed). If I hear one more joke about muh increasing egg prices, I am going to become the joker.

    You don’t think there’s a portion of the group that would be amenable to instituting rules for hanging out/chatting to just not bring up politics? I feel like the “no religion no politics” canard is common for a reason, a lot of people understand it’s volatile and are willing to avoid the topics to preserve their relationships.

    Most of the time in person we don’t discuss politics. The blowing up happened largely because some of them are trumpanzees even when we don’t see them.

    Because to be clear, you’re not failing the revolution by not having an argument with them about neoliberalism, nor would you be spearheading it by owning them with facts and logic. But a group of friends who care about each other and are willing to work together to defend their common interests can be valuable, especially if things keep getting worse.

    I often tell myself that Combat Liberalism is only meant for people in party cadres. Still, I don’t think I’m using my privileges to further the cause of liberation as much as I should, and I believe a big obstacle getting in my way for this is that my social circle is basically entirely suburban petite booj/labor aristocrackers. The large privileges and spaced out personal fiefdom homes of me and my suburbanite acquaintances do a lot to discourage community building.





















  • This reminds me of a copypasta

    No, everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.

    Joking aside, I think your friend probably has a point. The average westoid is a treatlerite little eichmann, often I fear myself included since I barely leave the house. I don’t have any theoretical basis to build this on though (too much entertainment media?), so I’ll defer to any of the people here who actually touch grass organizing and maybe still consoom entertainment.