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 sole 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.

This isn't wrong. In europe Working Men's clubs weren't just finding people jobs, they were essential social outlets with football (soccer) teams and other sports activities. There was a whole social infrastructure that existed around the organising infrastructure that tied communities together.

the left needs to be openly aggressive to fascists because it’s fun

I agree with this article. Locally we have had themost success with Barbecue cookouts and Karaoke nights. People like participatory fun, and it builds a sense of community. I also like group singing, such as rounds, which can also bring a sense of cohesion and unity.

I agree, when do we start giving fascists free spelunking lessons again? That was fun...

While I absolutely agree with the premise of the article (communities need things to bind them), 100 years ago people were bored and eager to have things to do. Go stand in a crowd under a hot tent to listen to guys read their best posts? Grill up some corn and squeeze some lemons, cuz that's a party in 1926.

You're not getting me out of the house for that nowadays. I know it'll just be me standing around while clipboard holders ask me to sign their petitions. We're atomized as fuck and are embracing it because so many social interactions with strangers are thinly veiled sales pitches that force me to uncomfortably disengage from.

Unions need to fill this void, as they've done in the past. But I don't want to see my co-workers on my off days.

I've been thinking for years that it'd be neat to teach the dolls grappling fundamentals and a little bit of striking as a treat. It helps keep them safer and yanking someone by their lapel is a great way to break the ice at a social event*

*Some people in some social events do not appreciate if you do that

I like the sentiment but how do you balance that with the risk of your org just becoming a social club?

I have been thinking about social clubs lately. A place to get affordable food, see some music, and talk to people. It can be a place for union events as well as just a hang out. I think encouraging things like that would be a huge boon to modern leftism.

peace, land, bread — and circuses

The people on the top want you to be miserable. They want you to hate life and be bitter. They want you so hopeless you do nothing.

I'm going to put heroin in the punch, happy now?

Also the article is dogshit the beginning paragraphs talk about how materialism is less important than treats

The quality of Eric Blanc's writing varies wildly but this was one of the better ones.

Stavvy for office!

I think having fun is not really worth it mosy of the time because it is politically irrelevant in a political context.