#The Revolution™

[queersatanic]

I thought you were always supposed to call the police on a suicidal person? Cause they are a danger to themselves? That’s what the hotlines do. They take you to clinics? Right? What else do I do if my friend calls me saying she has a gun?? Do i call her parents?? That’s a large mental strain for every party. But you just saying “never call the cops” sounds very biased

"Don't call the fugitive-slave catchers on a suicidal person" seems to be pretty straightforward, right? "Don't call the strikebreakers on someone in a mental health crisis", "don't call the Stasi on someone who is a danger to themselves."

Because you're not calling someone whose job it is to help anyone going through a traumatic experience but to control the social order for the benefit of the owner class and status quo.

Someone who is upsetting the status quo and creating disorder — by, for example, screaming that they are Jesus Christ returned and need to die again — is someone police see as needing removed from society one way or another.

If your friend calls you telling you she has a gun, you keep her on the phone as long as you can and try to get people near her to help her. If you can, you go over yourself.

"That’s a large mental strain for every party." — right, and the fact that the easy thing is to call a government-approved gang to go over there and handle the situation for you is exactly the opposite of an endorsement of that response.

From the post you're ultimately responding to:

The Revolution™ is fun to imagine and involves no pain. But the real world does involve pain, and it’s necessary to exercise the muscles needed for future work and opportunities.

Life is not easy and neither are our responsibilities to our fellow people. That doesn't mean it's not worth doing. It is. It's just also very hard.

[pooks]

Sirius: Say something rebellious. Percy: Um...okay, I think the working class should uprise against the rich people. Sirius: I said rebellious, not revolutionary.

[malwa1216]

I Never Asked For This

[ereh-emanresu-tresni]

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[musical-chick-13]

Okay for REAL, yell at me and chase me off this site if I'm on here again before the US presidential election to do literally ANYTHING other than post fic.

[pigeonrobespierre]

My Frev studies have been sidetracked by other studies and also drinking every other night, going to sleep at 7am and waking up 4pm... exams are driving me crazy >:/ I've been consuming coffee and oranges and nothing else pretty much I'M GONNA EXPLODE SAINT JUST BOOK I SWEAR I'LL FINISH READING YOU SOMEDAY

[brieflyinfatuated]

I am taking a moment to appreciate My Friend The Chocolate Cake's fantastically evocative songwriting chops

My neighbour does some funny things

He's got three kids and he's got six drinks to go

Before he sleeps tonight

Singing liberation songs out on the front verandah

[familythings]

The Hollywood Star the Granted the World the WIFI Invention

The whole Wi-Fi thing? Yes, you know, that little thing that allows to connect more than 22 billion equipment worldwide. Despite what everyone believes that it was invented by those tech wizards of big companies, this is not true. Can you believe it was actually mainly thanks to Hedy Lamarr, the Hollywood star from back in the day? Like, talk about unexpected, right? Hedy Lamarr: An Amazing…

[lurkiestvoid]

It would be really awesome (and probably 1000 times more effective) if we could focus this exact same anti-duopoly passion on the 2028+2032 US elections, right now

Because we're not gonna magically break a two-party system in under nine months with just Thoughts And Prayers And One (1) Ballot, and this one election itself is not going to be what improves American foreign policy -- our choices are unfortunately only allowed to be "Same But Potentially Pressurable" versus "Deeply Worse And Fuck You" -- but if we could, somehow, plan for and lay the groundwork for the next decade, and maintain that passion and follow through, we could absolutely drastically change our representation to be not only more progressive and effective, but get a LOT of shit done much quicker overall by having the actual congressional votes required to do things like enact national ranked choice voting, removing the cap on the House, and defunding the perpetual war profiteering machine.

Instead of this sudden "omg it shouldn't be this way so we should fix it by pretending it isn't" upsurge every cycle and then doing that over and over and over again, we could just do what the Tea Party did but in reverse because it fucking worked and it's what brought us the clusterfuck we have today. We could use those same bottom-up tactics to unfuck ourselves, but it takes at least ten years of sustained and cohesive momentum and community organizing to achieve and we can't even stop bickering long enough to begin to consider long-term work, so we cannibalize ourselves every four years.

[yeasty-boy]

The book Im reading rn is taking about communism in Korea and I do understand the characters points, but on the other hand I'm not going to hear it from a scum bag like him

[pooks]

Fred: *shows a harmonica* If you play, you get a hundred million Galleons George: But the Ministry will be overthrown Percy: *grabs the harmonica and plays rapidly* Arthur: Percy NO!

[ma-du]

Oh, look. It's me fucking up the timelines again lol

It's hilarious because:

Bartolomeo, in the middle of a fight with Borgia soldiers: soooo... Do you guys want to join a union? We have many benefits, such as vacations, salary bonuses, hazard pay and medical insurance. And the accommodation and food are quality, fresh, and best of all, free.

Borgia Soldiers, after two seconds of careful consideration:

Submitted by @ma-du

Sorry, it's me again.

Ezio: *minding his own business and climbing the Vatican Summit*

The Borgia guards:

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Additions by teecup:

Please don't apologize. I love hearing from you whether it's AC or COD XD

What the games didn't tell us is that a lot of guards started quitting once Ezio started on this kind of 'stunt'.

They considered being a mercenary as a safer option.

And some of them?

Well... they accept the coins given to them by the assassino himself.

[the-catboy-minyan]

I'm under the firm belief that the reason we see so much holocaust denial and denial of the horrors of October 7 on the left, is because if they admitted to themselves those events are real, they'd agree with the far right pro-Israeli crowd.

"event A was horrible and violent, therefore we should respond with an equally horrible and violent event B"

a regular person's response would be "event A was horrible, but the right solution isn't to respond with B, we should aim for a peaceful resolution", but a lot of leftists believe in the Glorious Revolution™ and genuinely believe violence for violence is justified, and that if it was white on black violence they'd choose to respond the exact same way if not worse, but they don't want to agree with event B because it's very evidently BAD. so they deny event A.

they can't believe the rapes happened, the live burning of people inside bomb shelters, the kidnappings, the war crimes. because if they did, they'd genuinely believe revenge killing innocent palestinians is ok, just look at how they respond to accusations of the IDF doing similar things, they genuinely believe (((zionists))) should be killed for these types of crimes, because there are "no Israeli civilians" and every last one is an accomplice.

if Jews were black and Palestinians were white Europeans, most of these people would support Netanyahu.

thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[musical-chick-13]

They could run a fucking pint of Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream over Donald Trump. They could run a cup of dirt. They could run a mosquito. And I would still vote for them. There is nothing in the universe or all possible existing universes you could ever do to get me to vote for that man.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Pulling into the lonely gas station, my eyes quickly find what I'm looking for, a pair of blue lights emanating in the darkness. The glow is coming from the gas attendant's skull: clear indication that he's a Moonlight™ employee.

"Good evening, sir," he says with the overly-endearing tone of a gracious host, "How may I be of service tonight?

I don't hide my distaste for the pathetic menial worker, leaning on his mop and waiting for my reply like he's got the best job in the world. He doesn't actually believe that. He doesn't even know what he's saying, let alone doing!

"Just fill her up," I grunt.

"You got it, sir!" he beams, tending to my car with a pep that's out of place for the late hour.

Moonlight™ was the app that revolutionized working culture forever. It allows the user to sign up for a job while they sleep. All they have to do is doze off and some insufferable AI from Moonlight™ will resume control of the body via remote connection. People like it because they get paid work without experiencing all the boring hours and insincere customer interactions. Subsequently, they always get the same unbearably eager personalities stuffed in their bodies. Even without the glowing eyes, their idiotic grins would make them stand out a mile away!

"How has your day been, sir?" he contines mopping as the gas slowly pumps.

"Don't try to chat," I snap.

"Of course, sir," he doesn't miss a beat, smiling as he returns his neon gaze to the sidewalk he's swabbing.

I just roll my eyes and wander inside. The app doesn't record memories while it's in control, so this guy has no idea how humiliated he should feel. No one should have a shit-eating grin on their face working the night shift as a gas station janitor! I'd die before I gave up my dignity to Moonlight™ like this fucking loser!

On the TV behind the register, an ad plays...

The costumed man on the left steps forward and announces, "Join the revolution. There are over forty-two-million Moonlighter's taking advantage of their sleep! That could be you!"

The statistic makes me cringe. It's nearly doubled since the last time I checked...

The man on the far right of the screen happily taps in, adding, "We're constantly expanding our scope, so check with your employer! If your job doesn't already have a Moonlight™ option, then ask your boss to give you one!"

God, they're pressuring people now? Some jobs should not be done by an AI puppeteered Moonlighter...

Finally, the man in the center steps forward to deliver his lines, "Remember, Moonlighting is a safe and healthy way to not only make money but also get a good night's rest! Why work all day, when you can do it in your sleep!" his head turns, making it seem like he's smiling at either of his coworkers, "After all, we are!"

The three men laugh in unison, like true colleagues chumming up at work, but I know the truth. These three are worse than actors, they're empty marionettes for the Moonlight™ corporation. I doubt they'd ever even met each other in real life...

"Shut up!" I groan, smashing the power button to turn it off.

This world is going to shit. Moonlight™ has grown too large over the past year for there not to be some conspiracy or ulterior motive. I don't know what it is: the elite keeping the working class in their place, our government influencing our decisions, a foreign country converting us into their slaves! It all sounds crazy, but I don't think a single theory is impossible with an app like Moonlight™.

I'm the only one probing into this mess. I may have only worked as a detective for a few years, but I never did any of it fucking asleep!

A few days later, I track down my first lead...

"Good morning, sir," the garbage man says in that unnaturally smooth cadence they all have, "Is there any trash you need collected?"

"I just have some questions," I snort.

One hand pulls the hem of my shirt over my nose while the other swats at the flies. These garbage trucks are absolutely filthy. I doubt the garbage companies even bother washing them out anymore, but why should they if their workers are soulless husks without the ability to care? The man in front of me seems completely oblivious to the mixture of rotting smells and accompanying bugs. His glowing eyes don't even blink as a fly lands on his face, crawling through the hairs of his beard. He's probably lucky that he goes home with no memory of this downright awful job.

"Are you looking for employment with Moonlight™ incorporated?" his smiling lips stir the bug on his face, but it quickly buzzes into the moist retreat of the man's dark armpit, "I'd love to help you install the app and-"

"No," I cut, "Just open the truck. I accidentally threw out something I shouldn't have."

I study the man's frozen grin for anything. It's a test. The Moonlight™ AI is designed to accept demands from free-willed customers, but I have a suspicion that the building nearby is an undocumented base for the company. If I'm right, the company would hate for anyone to root through the garbage of their secret lab...

"...I apologize, sir, but the garbage has already been compacted, and it is unsafe for non-employees to look inside. Please let me know what it is you are looking for and I will search for you."

His artificial glee didn't wane, but the blue light in his eyes did flicker just barely. This guy might be asleep, walked around by remote AI tech, but I could still tell he was lying. I'd like to see one of the Moonlight™ detectives figure that out. As I said, some things are better done the old-fashioned way...

"Well, thanks anyway," I snark, planting a slap on his sweat-soaked back. He says something about it being his pleasure as he resumes handling the garbage, flies eternally buzzing around his smiling head and glowing eyes.

Continuing my investigation, I pop down in the sewer, looking for an underground entrance to Moonlight™'s secret lab...

"Are you lost, sir? Let me help you."

I've had to breathe through a mask to put up with the heavy cloud of steaming sewage, but the Moonlight™ septic worker seems fine, smiling with an open mouth, specks of God-knows-what dried on his teeth.

"No, I'm where I should be," I dismiss him and march past.

Suddenly a muddy glove sticks out and holds my chest. "I'm afraid you cannot pass, sir," his smile is as strong as ever, but the trademark glow of his eyes intensifies.

I've never felt more sure about my suspicions. This mind controlled worker seems ready to fight rather than let me pass. I wonder if this poor soul knows he's being used as a guard as well as being a Moonlight™ sewage worker.

"Why don't you show me the way out then," I relent.

"Of course, sir," his hand removes itself from my chest, leaving a dirty print, "The sewer is a dangerous place for civilians."

I follow as he marches me out of the sewer. It's better to leave and come back later with a plan. Today, I confirmed my suspicions, but tomorrow, I'll finally see what secrets they're cooking up in that lab. I return home and end the day with the satisfaction of being close to a major discovery. Sleep finds me quickly...

Waking up in my bed, I check my phone and find an unsettling message waiting for me...

"Congratulations on finishing your first shift with Moonlight™!" the text reads, "Here is a photo of you hard at work last night!"

"What the FUCK!"

I jump out of bed, but instantly everything feels off. My back aches and my legs are more tired than they were last night! My pajamas are uncomfortable, pinching in areas like someone else dressed me in them! My mind is racing with confusion, and an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness rushes over me. My face burns from the violation, but most of my fear is focused on the strange feeling lingering in the back of my private area.

"What did they do to me?" I try to be pissed, but all I can do is whimper.

Suddenly my phone rings...

"Hello," I growl.

"Good morning, sir," a familiarly gracious man's voice rolls through the call.

"Tell me who the fuck this is!"

"Someone who noticed you snooping the other day, sir," his voice sounds like it's smiling.

Suddenly it clicks. Whoever's calling me from Moonlight™ would never use their own phone and voice. They must be using some poor schmuck that thinks he's working an honest job right now. How am I ever supposed to find who's behind all these layers of lies?

"You can hind behind your brainless puppets," I sneer, "But I will not stop looking into this fucked up company!"

"But now you're one of our puppets, sir. I'm not sure how much credibility a detective has if he spends his nights working the room at the dirtiest club in town..."

"That's sick..." I whisper, thinking about the picture on my phone. The idea of me gleefully stripping for a room of disgusting old men makes me shiver.

"Good luck with your investigation, sir," the voice continues, "But just understand that every time you sleep, your body will get up and report to that club. I have to admit that you're hiding a rather tight body under that trench coat of yours."

"You were there?" I mutter.

"Oh I had to meet the man poking his nose where it didn't belong, sir. I got very familiar with you. You were very friendly last night, so I poked something of mine where it didn't belong."

The voice on the other line laughs, and all I feel is utter humiliation. I hang up the call and stare at the photo he'd sent. It was me alright, smiling like a maniac in the gayest outfit I've ever seen. I didn't like my body being dressed like that. I hate that I was happily busting my ass for the enemy. He had to have been getting off at my humiliation last night. I'm sure he relished every second of what he did to me. I don't even want to think about the sensation left in my ass.

I need to push this investigation faster.

Because tonight, when I go to sleep, I'll be helpless to prevent this from happening again.

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Anyway. I planted a lilac bush today and now I'm going to take my dog for a walk instead of arguing with people online about the Glorious Revolution™