Laboring In My Laboratory Wearing My White Coat And Long Black Nitrile Gloves With White Hair Standing

onwards, comrades

Crafts are good because it lets your brain run loose for a while, unrestrained. Like a dog unleashed on a field just running loops out of sheer glee. And you tune out until it runs past you with a shred of a song in its teeth, shaking it like it's a 3/4 carcass of a rabbit, zooming past you and all you hear is

come mr. Taliban, tally me banana

And you're like hold on where the hell did you get that. Those aren't even the right lyrics.

"But if we resort to violence we're just as bad as them!"

One man did with 3 bullets what decades of peaceful protesting failed to do. It sent a message. For the first time in decades, the ruling class was afraid.

And now, barely 3 months later, things are back as they were. Not because Luigi's act of violence wasn't effective, but because it was forgotten as a one-off thing and treated as a trend. People Idolized him for his actions but not for the reason they were done.

One man's act of violence was enough to shake the foundations on which this country is built, the rot that had eaten away the hearts and minds of the people had been pushed back, and for the first time, there was clarity in the minds of everyone. There was no Left or Right, there was simply the Working VS the Ruling.

One man was enough to cause the closest this country has ever come to class consciousness, to solving real problems. Imagine ten, a hundred, a thousand more just like him.

me as a writer

santa put me on the Nuanced list this year

how it feels perpetually blocking radfems in my notes