#anticapitalism rant

[smolspideyboi]

Writing when I was a teen was so much easier now. Back then I had the ability to focus on the things I love, but now as an adult I spend most of my time and energy working at a job to make minimum wage and still have trouble surviving, terrified each month if I can afford my rent, food, my phone bill. Terrified that it's never enough, and if I work more hours I will quite literally work myself to death.

My youth has been forcefully stolen by capitalism, and I know not if it can be returned in time.

[neuroticboyfriend]

i do not need to become a "productive member of society" in order to recover from addiction. my story is worth telling regardless. my life can be just as fulfilling as those who work, whether it's volunteer or paid. i can find community and belonging that is truly equal and loving without pushing myself beyond my capabilities.

connection is the opposite of addiction, and i will not find connection in adhering to ableist, capitalist, fundamentalist values.

[itsyaboibananaboi]

A question I hear a lot is "why are so many losers defending billionaires online?" and I realized why.

It's not because they think that they will be given money or get noticed, it's because they want to maintain the narrative of capitalism as a pure meritocracy. Capitalist theory tells us that hard work and risk is what will make you rich, and an incongruence between what rich people should be and what they are breaks this. To admit that someone like Elon Musk is an idiot who only got rich off generational wealth is to admit that capitalism is inherently flawed. That's why rich people are placed on this pedestal of perfection where they can do no wrong.

They aren't defending the individuals; they are defending the ideal of capitalism they have been taught all their lives.

[360degreesasthecrowflies]

Well...

Just as this year was going so well for me already with me losing my job after putting nearly 3 years into it...

I've now also been told I'm getting no-fault evicted from my house too.

Really great, really fucking wonderful news that. What did I do any of it for?

I gave 3 years of my life to developing my career and working for an employer, the NHS, the national health service of all things, after A PANDEMIC, only to be cut loose the second they needed to make CUTS.

And now the home that I spent 3 years making mine, I'm going to lose as well.

And because rent prices have shot up I'm probably not going to be able to afford to move into a similar one.

So here I am, an adult, 3 years deeper into my career, experience, and earning power, about to be functionally homeless and at the very best to be pushed into shared accommodation the likes of what I lived in as a student, probably having to get rid of or sell the furniture I bought and the possessions I've amassed as markers of my adulthood and my identity.

Why did I even bother? That's how I feel.

If you wanted to knock me down, society, you've fucking done it. Hope you feel good about yourself. What was any of it fucking for?

[double-thinkaboutit]

I think it's kind of fucked up that as kids we don't get a warning about all that 'being kind to others' and 'sharing is caring' stuff they tell you.

Because like, that's literally the reason I struggle as much as I do. Because when I was a kid I was raised to help people in need and share when you can.

THAT IS LITERALLY ANTITHETICAL TO CAPITALISM.

Not that I would want to be a capitalist, but as an autistic person looking back I was literally taught all the ways that you fail within our current system because there are very few safety nets for poor people and basic human empathy demands that I still help people when I can. In my experience being kind to people keeps and makes you poor and becomes riskier the more empathy and less means you have.

Just saying you'd never catch a billionaire donating their last $10 to someone who needs it to pay for a spot at a shelter tonight. Even though they have beyond the means to do so without putting themselves in a precarious position.

I feel like you need to be honest with kids it's so evil to sell them this idea that you can be as successful as the richest people in the world without ignoring pleas for help and actively engaging in blatant cruelty.

It just sucks, I don't want a world where being honest with children about the world requires turning them into unempathetic monsters.

[wanderingmind867]

My mom never liked it when Canadian actors went to Hollywood and became (for all intents and purposes) American citizens. Just based on that alone, I think it's nice to see Hollywood getting uncomfortable. Maybe it'll encourage people to realize that there's more to films than just Hollywood. You shouldn't have to go to Hollywood or the US to become famous. It's something that should change.

[thesixthstar]

ok but once again. the small niche userbase needs to be loyal in a way that is profitable or else RadioShackTM goes away anyways in a few years when investors finally get bored of playing hot potato with the money pit. I agree they shouldn't pivot away from their roots and we should be very loud when we don't like the direction of shilling out and copying the Big Stores, but dear god we must understand that they cannot continue to give out capacitors for free

Does anyone remember what happened to Radio Shack?

They started out selling niche electronics supplies. Capacitors and transformers and shit. This was never the most popular thing, but they had an audience, one that they had a real lock on. No one else was doing that, so all the electronics geeks had to go to them, back in the days before online ordering. They branched out into other electronics too, but kept doing the electronic components.

Eventually they realize that they are making more money selling cell phones and remote control cars than they were with those electronic components. After all, everyone needs a cellphone and some electronic toys, but how many people need a multimeter and some resistors?

So they pivoted, and started only selling that stuff. All cellphones, all remote control cars, stop wasting store space on this niche shit.

And then Walmart and Target and Circuit City and Best Buy ate their lunch. Those companies were already running big stores that sold cellphones and remote control cars, and they had more leverage to get lower prices and selling more stuff meant they had more reasons to go in there, and they couldn't compete. Without the niche electronics stuff that had been their core brand, there was no reason to go to their stores. Everything they sold, you could get elsewhere, and almost always for cheaper, and probably you could buy 5 other things you needed while you were there, stuff Radio Shack didn't sell.

And Radio Shack is gone now. They had a small but loyal customer base that they were never going to lose, but they decided to switch to a bigger but more fickle customer base, one that would go somewhere else for convenience or a bargain. Rather than stick with what they were great at (and only they could do), they switched to something they were only okay at... putting them in a bigger pond with a lot of bigger fish who promptly out-competed them.

If Radio Shack had stayed with their core audience, who knows what would have happened? Maybe they wouldn't have made a billion dollars, but maybe they would still be around, still serving that community, still getting by. They may have had a small audience, but they had basically no competition for that audience. But yeah, we only know for sure what would happen if they decided to attempt to go more mainstream: They fail and die. We know for sure because that's what they did.

I don't know why I keep thinking about the story of what happened to Radio Shack. It just keeps feeling relevant for some reason.

[snugcubunny]

Right now it is 9 degrees and feels Like -1 in southern Louisiana 

It has never been so cold in my living memory and I just turned 30 over the weekend (I have this thing where around Birthdays- Mine, others go really wrong for me Hospitals, Accidents ya know but ya know Tiktok and Freezing my Ass off has got to be one of the worse) 

And this house has got to have been built by what feels like the cousin to the the man who made our roadways 

If you know the old saying 

“A drunk man on a mule”

So…

Come up with your own colorful equivalent for a unlicensed drug addled old timey carpenter  

I can hardly get through this my fingers are stinging cold and stiff it feels like my brain goo is freezing over 

Maybe the devil himself built this house then 

Or at least sent those who were in hell sheerly for incompetence up to make sure it stayed standing just enough for its next victims 

Which happened to be us years ago now 

Now I said I'd always been radical but that's in spirit but in mind I hadn't done all the homework yet I was only gods what was it now 

How long have we been trapped here in this hell was I only 23? 

Anyway it's not like we were particularly fond of landlords we knew that much but we were so desperate to get away from our old landlords (note - they were also like Notorious Landlords not like Corporate ™ ones but people who owned a lot , a lot of properties…foreshadowing, patterns- all the fun things) 

and that old hell pit we didn't know much- worse they could get. 

We knew not to trust them but only vaguely 

Those landlords at old apartment were suppose to be nice progressive queer church ladies our friends grew up with 

This one was suppose to be ’family’ 

Now I know that's where I lose a lot of you and I hear you 

Nepotism and also I'm griping when I've got 4 walls during this and some have nothing at all 

I know 

I know the privilege we have 

That's half the story and half what's kept us glued right hold on now we're skipping way ahead 

(At the same time feel what you feel about it fair enough friends and enemies and those in between) 

Where we yes the pit of despair- I mean okay yes fine Nepotism. Landlord Nepotism the worst kind (eh-) 

I can't explain it all because again this is still the only home we have and it is technically some a few walls..and a roof for now not much space and Im sure its very soggy underneath the weather sealing spray paint but I feel some comradery with it still (also I don't have any other options at the moment we’all get to that-) We’re all holding on by our last threads here afterall

Anyway yeah so the landlord

He was marrying Into the family ya know and we were at his cabin and it was Fancy Smancy but still down to earth sort of compared to some and compared to this person's others picks ya know he seemed…charming- (I hadn't tried business school yet and I'm very Autistic I.didn't.know.)

Like don’t get me wrong when he said he had houses for rent we gave each other the simba and Nala like lip curling -Look- but we were desperate to leave our old apartment. It had fleas and rats and yellow YELLOW WALLS EVERYWHERE THAT DROVE ME MAD.

What could be worse than that…

(No one in the building had pets BTW we weren't allowed. It was just a historic building they refused to fix or pay for infestation on when they had like a lady who kept a colony of feral cats like opposite of us. My friend who lived there- their new baby got bit 😭 they left just in time like the ceiling in their unit came down the night they moved out- ) 

So yeah at the time I was so desperate to get out of that situation it felt like I would take ANYTHING else and well

I got anything 

That young 20 year old really couldn't have imagined this world ya know like on a personal scale as well as global despite like the trauma I lived through I guess I thought when you live through abuse you live through The Bottom of the Barrel and like- The World Can't Be Like That it was Just My Abuser 

I know a lot of people take the complete opposite takeaway but despite having tendencies to not want to be on this planet since kindergarten I guess I'm weirdly an optimist even now staring what I'm sure is The End of the World in the Face  - a thread for another day perhaps 

I think if 30 year old me brained me was there - like with the maturity and not the knowledge Id be more cautious- knowing now of course now has seen the depths of cruelty people can keep you in when money is involved especially with How Men Are ™ plus like I'd just in general never give a landlord even a shred of the benefit of doubt or mix family or frankly anyone I couldnt easily sue into a situation where they’re tethered to my safety and freedom ever ever ever again 

 But At the time I was just 23, in the hot pot cher and he was marrying someone who was suppose to care about us- not staying clutch to his wealth and power- call me a girls girl till the day I die I expected some loyalty back ya know #pickmes are as good as #pigs

But Ya can't go back ya know to tell yourself or help yourself so I'm stuck here telling you all with my freezing cold ass fingers so

Imma keeping it moving with my elder internet user wisdom 

If I could go back I'd say 

Just because you came from what seems like worse doesn't mean what seems like better is good 

Theres a lot in my life I messed up not knowing that and Im really lucky about what I managed to keep or salvage in the interim like my partner who I thought had this amazing childhood because their abuse didn't look like mine did and so I undermined it without even knowing

Ya know 

Anyway you're not just an asshole when you do stuff like that you also fuck yourself over by trusting Other Abusers 

Like Me 

Cause then the devil was able to come to me in disguise and do what he does best. He made me a deal and promised me everything I wanted in this house,total control,rent to own, a pretty little strip of land (parties, gardens, community meetings oh my!), even pets and privacy, we'll take care of the rest 

Just

Jump. 

You'll be fine. 

The house is lovely or WILL BE how he's getting it ready ho Hum ho he la da di 

And we are so exhausted from not being able to find a way out of the old place it feels like just finally finding a passage in a fire  (during FINALS no less, I had to take my last one in a toilet in the old space because ontop of every other disaster you'll see there was no internet and I brought a desk but no chair) 

and then I proceed to act like I didn't live through prime MySpace catfish era and don't find it strange how we only get pics but when we ask about seeing things there's weirdly never any of these Enchanting Recreators around right 🤔 

One day though we do get the address and look in and- too close to our move date it seems …More pumpkin than Our Big ticket Out ya know . The yard is lovely sure…the house might actually be smaller than our duplex apartment but thats fine we’re both studying this is just transitory right- 😬

The problems is really that …well I look in and see ugly fake old dinner tiling peeling up when isn't everything getting renovated? He assures us again the he's waving his magic wand the ‘hard stuff is done’ all that's left is the aesthetics it'll all be done before HE GOES OVERSEAS on Vacation (again ) and we move in or or or ‘what's left can happen as we move in-’ 

Even the rotten window ? In less than 5 days okay- 

Okay! I dont like the sound of sharing a tiny space with workers while trying to move furniture in but its okay if the rest of the house will look as nice as that bathroom 🫠 ( Spoilers That bathroom only room they even kind of ‘renovated’ I guess and I'm grateful cause it's the coldest room in the house, the weird fake stone tile are like those whiskey stones but way more effective, same with the tiny countertop) The living rooms floor too (those supposedly were new but I dunno if they were or just shined ..if they are new they were cheap too cause there's spots they're falling through)  and I so so hate the tile in the kitchen I can't wait to see what they do 

/ a Few days later/ 

-Drops bags down on the fake old dinner style peeling checked kitchen tile and knows we are doomed- 

-Makes an international call- 

“Hey….there's like…no outlets and the water and- and- and -” 

“Well nevermind that now- my husband(your brand new landlord) is in Jail in a country that's considered an enemy of the state (for disorderly crimes btw)” (sorry I cant provide details cause the story is hilariously dumb and tragic and I could probably get away with it here but you never know but to that country- part of the reason they could never propaganda me against y’all cause you arrested my landlord …❤️) 

But anyway so they still send us ‘hell-p’ while he’s in jail in the form of his usual crew cause as we find out much much much later this is his game he's not just a Landlord he is capital S Slumlord my guys so we might actually be getting the Family(step) Treatment here yall like 5 star special for this and that's how we meet

Derek

Fuck you forever Derek

I hope you're 💀 but like a special kind of 💀 where you suffered to get there 

I hope the devil uses you as a personal ass pillow

You remember the demons I said are in hell strictly for incompetence 

Derek is a worm amongst even them 

Derek is the living embodiment of the landlord special where there is a bug painted into your walls forever walking amongst us 

I'd love to just sit here and list all of his crimes but I'll probably catch a heartattack and I need to know he's 💀 first so I can know he went first and I'm about to go put Finding Nemo’s Darla this man in Hell.

Anyway

Derek almost burnt the place to the ground (not even compotent enough to finish that job) like before we were even Aware of The Derek of It all cause remember I said there are fucking no outlets in this bitch( As in very few in weird and the most inconvient locations) 

And Derek instead Of Dealing with that or doing the Dangerous Thing Responsibly 

Left a fuck off powerful Electronic Plugged in in to an extension cord in this tiny cajun shack built in what feels like the Everyone had to Drink Moonshine Cause Water on its Own was Lead and Dirt Era 

anyway he did that in a house they told me I can't have even have an outlet installed into the bathroom cause I'll blow the bitch with A hairdryer like 🔥🔥🔥

Anyway phew ya I got hot 

I'm still hot wait hold on 

We curse Derek's name every Moon ceremony (not real name but close cause he deserves a network of scorn) for a tome of reasons but especially because of our first encounter listen - 

Like I said water right- specifically water heater wasn't working- 

We could have fixed it ourselves by breaking the glass and lighting the pilot underneath

Didn't wanna do that cause it shortens the lifespan of the waterheater and like its not good or safe and you have to crawl under there and RELIGHT IT ALL THE TIME wjtjrjdnd we were dumb kids bht NOT YA KNOW but we were treated like it regardless so 

we specifically mention that with all our evidence and ask for like- an actual honest to God tech and that's how we met the Guinesses Book of World Records Stupidest Man Alive and began to understand the lack of depth of what we would be dealing with everytime we had an issue because He Goes in There Breaks the Glass Lights it and later when we have to Deal With It for the rest of Ever we see there are Fucking

Screws 

On the glass panel

I - 

Also I hate him because he is a misogynistic dickwad like - he refused to speak to me about things Ever meaning my partner Had to Be Home. I think we tested saying the exact same things verbatim to him I - mm

grease fire grease fire grease fire 

Anyway 

Anyway So  

We learn to be self sufficient as much as possible obviously with this house because calling for help always makes things so much worse 

And we teeter

Back and forth between

Sinking time, money and effort on fortifying on a place we are determined to not be before every and not so life is on edge all the time with us and this stupid house thats literally falling apart around us 

One year no shit we started duct taping it like it was all we could do

And we're always determined to leave before the next winter cause theres no fucking insulation or central tempature control 

So it's Miserable 

we do space heaters which helps a little but we cant have more than 3 plugged in cause again the outlet situation 

If you didn't know safety lesson! They must must must be plugged into the WALL and only the wall outlet not an adapter! 

I am very lucky I did not get hurt cause we had one plugged into this internet thing we have to have since we have so few outlets that we Literally have to run the window unit on 

So I guess by the logic that if it could ‘handle’the a/c unit it was fine to put the space heater into it- we did for a while…until we unplugged and replugged (Louisiana moody weather means doing that constantly) and it blew up in my face and I didn't notice cause it's in kind of a dark corner ya know and luckily the machine and grounding stuff did what it was suppose to and I was left like Oh ? Why isn't it working? And my partner took a look at it and was like HEY DID THIS MAKE MAYBE A NOISE OR SOMETHING and I was like I dunno- and they showed me how everything was fucking BURNT AND MELTED 

yeah….no

Wall only folks WALL 

But yeah its cause they’re big power drains (our electric bill sucks during winter and peak summer) already without them running just when you just run the microwave all the lights flicker so like hahaha

Off topic but related fun fact while we're on the bizarre wiring of the house 

if you touch the fridge and the shitty little stove we have at the same time it gives you a littl le shock I don't know what that's about 

( to all concerned I KNOW ITS NOT GOOD THATS KINDA THIS WHOLE THREAD but also thank you) 

Anyway 

There's a lot more fucky wucky about this house but my poor fingers. 

Lemme get to the points 

First though 

It is nicknamed amongst my small group as Clown House (I know I said I wouldn't give away personal details but anyone who knows that name won't rat) but it's not the ACTUAL clown house in New Orleans though typing it outloud 

There's no HOA here….some shitty Karen's tho who bitched to the city about me not taking in my trashcan in on time tho like I'm disabled and my partner does important science stuff for the state lay off bruh anyway

I don't know if I could paint it but I could probably get away with an obnoxious amount of clown gnomes cause like 

Lemme sum up the issues with the house - it probably was a unit that should have been condemned but a scumlord saw opportunity to take advantage and squeeze money out of it by like leaving us to deal with it exactly because we are neglectable and from seeing his other tenants who are also people who are in similar situations of not being able to speak up for themselves for various reasons combined with his political beliefs and past That Tracks. Plus just #landlord ya know. Ya know. 🫥

We'd of course like to leave but the way The World Is 

Has made Sure We Are Here Spinning Our Wheels 

Lemme lay out the facts of your situation ya know 

My partner 

College grad in a degree that use to like 

Sure getting a masters or higher in it was better of course it always is especially in STEM but at the time it looked like it wasn't  necessary and he was Burning Out and finance for future school was too murky for mental health to endure trying when it looked like you could get a good even great job in the field after a year of entry ya know standard. Esp in stem you could often enough play the field and get the job to sponsor a move and your masters- I was confident for sure he's skilled and knowledgeable at what he does and we thought at worst it would be hard to try and not work in petroleum here ya know stick to our ethical guns but no- ya know 

You know uh

 Trump, Pandemmy and Springtime for Hitler Happened- So

It's been impossible to job hunt 

Anywhere in the country 

My skills unfortunately at the moment went moot my disability was always kinda lurking in the water like a gator but finally started making its way toward shore before covid and then snapped ass when I was at my weakest and yeah My life went Lieutenant Dan on me despite having a myriad of varying skill capitalism doesn't really see the value in them anymore when I've basically become allergic to stress and stress is a necessary Cookie of the system ya know. Follows you everywhere. 

But 

Even still when we were dual income with me at my job of a decade where I was considered like The Guy top employee and he did a job thats like so Vital he can't come home until its Done like we were 

Still scrapping by on our own incomes 

The luxuries we had came from outside of us because like there's a thing that will happen with like White Families that have some access to Wealth but arent Top Tier Rich where they share occassional meals but not tables does that make sense? Like they'll give you a little something something but I find poor families more often try and uplift the whole unit more often poor poc families than poor white families even but- mm

Another another side tangent

Anyway regardless 

It wouldnt have been enough to afford another place in our city 

We tried to move in with a friend but we would been still been treading Water and all of us were in more ‘stable’ situations even if they all sucked and moving in together to new places would have been more harmonious but the risk of even a tiny disruption in the ecosystem causing houseless would have jumped so and it's a good thing We didnt 

Cause I got a fancy new job that ruined my nervous system and put me out to pasture (I tried again but health kept sliding back)   

Rent prices keep going up 

While wages kept stagnate

Food went way up  

And now we live on our impossible singular income

The only way we've been able to have a home at all is because partners job does is so vital it overuses them severely as a resource but also from just accepting debt and tapping into stuff that was never supposed to be a safety net. And by using any means to scrap by including the fact that our landlords were tied to us familialy meaning we could occasionally work off our rent to them, or use their gifts as trades backsies or yes even play the system and just be ‘Nepo babies’ to get some mercy but the like the kind the church gives because I know in this system its a priviledge to exchange my freedoms for a even a broken house. Ive had to do it before and I can't stop thinking how could I let it happen again for just another month here - another month freezing while they get to call and tell me to stay warm as if that's a choice ya know. 

Maybe I wouldn't be so angry if when I sent a picture of an old Piano from a thrift store because someone's baby asked to play in their house only to get back a ‘What am I made of money' text or if I didnt take load up their very sick animal and take it to the vet by myself or if I didn't- well- I didn't find out at His kids second wedding to a tesla guy on his dime that he just gave the other one two story house. While we are expected use our only day off Be There Look Nice and Not Complain About This Be Quiet as a Mouse about This House even on days where there's enough booze flowing for someone to Admit The Quiet Part Outloud. 

So that was a lot 

If you read it

Thank you wow

I have severe adhd and I'm cold and am just sort of going through my yearly purge of these feelings but yeah yeah yeah 

my grandest of grand grand point is

All the things connect ya know 

One problem is a crumbling house 

Is always actually a web of problems in capitalism ya know 

One more thing sorry Im always like that cajun goodbye but like with anti capitalism sentiments right 

What really sucks though is like - the distance with our community network this house has caused us over the years when I dreamed it would help me build something, feed and bring them together and don't get me wrong there are other factors but not being able to get out of this house has been a huge contributing factor because it's like 

A bad relationship you can't escape ya know but not out of not wanting to but out of inability due to external circumstance but everyone looking at you like you WANT to stay when you talk about going all the time or worse are  REFUSING to out of laziness maybe? Or maybe they know you just can't and they start leaving you behind cause it's too hard on THEM to see it but like - I don't know part of me is mad at them for leaving 

Part of me just misses them having them over for dinner 

but either way it sucks to get it and still be hurt and alone through it anyway ya know

I dont know I feel like thats a lot of society right now like the teeter totter between understanding people looking out for their own survival and knowing that it looks like a crumbling house from  inside and out- 

So yeah anyway 

If I hadn't been radicalized by like a bunch of stuff ‘back then’ this definitely would have been like a 

Hey maybe Capitalism Doesn't Work For Me moment haha #yikes #toopersonal ? #Idunno #immatraumabonder 

[cheemy-creese-sauce]

unhinged vent post

idk if these are bad person thoughts or not so pls be nice to me if u see a bad person thought and politely let me know that it has bad person connotations without telling me i'm a villain pls thank you

anyways i know we all hate capitalism and voting w your dollar is the most important vote and you should never spend money on things that u like because somebody evil is using your money to be evil so u should only ever enjoy the things u like if they are free or can be stolen.

it's morally reprehensible to spend money on anything that wasn't a totally independent project and you still have to do a background check on all the indie creators u wanna buy from bc what if they're a bad person. i wanna make stuff and inspire others but if i make something through the help of a big business then everyone will steal my thing because the Big Business will make money, but if i make something independently (which is so taxing and soul crushing and draining) then i might see a cent of the thing i made but i had to do All the Work of Making, Advertising, Selling/Shipping, Presenting and i'm probably not getting fairly compensated for all the extra work bc no one will buy independently produced things if they cost the appropriate amount of money for an independently produced thing.

i have to be constantly aware of the Capitalism Rules and also the Anti-Capitalism Rules and they're both really fucking tiring and annoying and I just wanna be able to live.

why do we have to spend every single day grappling with the moral consequences of being alive. my being alive requires that i participate in harmful systems that perpetuate hate and poverty and death and oppression but it's a requirement that i patronize the walmart bc there are no small markets near me with the specific shit i need. it's a requirement that i buy fast fashion bc all the thrift stores near me increased their prices due to the latest "thrifty trends" so i can't afford anything else. it's a requirement that i have a stupid cell phone that actual literal children Died to make because if i don't have one of these, i can't have a job or regular contact with my loved ones.

anyways i'm sad that i have to engage in systems and behaviors that i know are bad. it makes me want to throw myself off the roof of the empire state building.

[disgustingposer]

your grades also arent a conscious being that determines your worth as a human being, rember that defining yourself by ur productivity just makes life suck more

study motiv my ass bite me

(read bob black)

Reminder that your grades don't care that you're tired. Your grades don't care that you would rather be slacking off. Your grades don't care that you're feeling lazy.

[systemserendipity]

New video, y'all! Chatting about the woes of capitalism and more, so come hang out with us! Comment or something if you relate to anything we discuss. :] No pressure obviously.

[itsyaboibananaboi]

Remember: Never let anybody talk shit about the working class or the poor

Be mindful of anti-proletariat rhetoric.

Don't tolerate bullshit ideas like "unskilled labor", all labor is skilled, and capitalists want you to believe in it so they can justify paying hard working people practically nothing. If someone is giving their time and energy to someone else, they deserve respect no matter what.

Don't tolerate parents teaching their children to look down upon common laborers as "trashy work".

Don't tolerate this idea that poor people are lazy, most are poor for a variety of reasons: poor mental health, no generational wealth, bad investments, drug addiction, disability, unwanted children; but none of them are just laziness. If you know any poor people, you know they bust their ass every day to get a fraction of what their bosses have.

Don't tolerate people who say you should vote for a party that doesn't give a shit about the real workers.

Don't tolerate divisive ideas meant to distract the common man from getting back the surplus value stolen from him.

Don't tolerate propagandic opinion pieces from rich folk who want to keep you ignorant.

Love the working class, and eat the rich!

[bandomfandombeyond]

😭😭😭 hypercapitalism really out here turning fandom into the kind of place where people take COMMISSIONS to make covers for fanfic????

*old man voice* back in my day (aka the Wattpad era of 2010-12) you just had to hope your fic caught the attention of someone who liked making manips and then hope they liked it enough to message you about it 💔

[victorlincolnpine]

I've been thinking about the absurdity of the sentence "we need money".

In reality for something like a large project, you don't need money for it. You need time, resources and an assurance that your life won't fall apart because you spent time on the project rather than the hellscape that is capitalism.

But, because of capitalism, you have to get those things with money. You must have this ephemeral concept embodied in some form or another (often literally intangible) to trade for those resources, time and upkeep of your standard of living.

Yet we don't say that, even to ourselves.

Instead we say "I need money". As if the money itself was the resource. As if money was in a very literal way the things you need.

The food you need instead being the money you "need" to buy food. Likewise with resources and time. They get conceptually replaced by a "need" for money. Despite the fact that you only need money for it because otherwise the system will starve you for what you need on purpose.

The system will kill you if you do not have money. And that's not an exaggeration. But rather than looking at this disturbing ultimatum held over us like a sword of Damocles, we act as though it is a universal fact of life like the need for oxygen to breathe.

Imagine getting threatened with stabbing by somebody and then thinking "I need to just not get stabbed" rather than "holy fuck, this fucker is gonna stab me!" Pretending the knife is a fact of life you cannot fully avoid and can only ever stave off.

Sounds fucking silly don't it?

That's what we all look like when we go "I need money" instead of "I am being threatened with starvation if I don't participate in an abusive system to earn tokens of that system that will allow me to eat".

But then we get the other half of this coin of abuse. The fact that money is also used to coax us to abuse our neighbors through the same system. We're told to value such unrepentant inhuman moral precepts as "if you do not eat, you starve", such that we become the callous enforcers of someone else's death if they meet the disturbingly "acceptable" terms for that death.

Consider for a moment that you yourself have been put into that situation. You're now poor, you have no chance of getting money, your clothes are dirty and you smell. Your standard of living has been brought low enough that your death is considered "acceptable" at that point.

Do you think that would be fair to you? Would you willingly let yourself die of starvation, one of the most painful and horrifying ways possible, simply because your society deems you worthless?

Save for a few sad edge cases, I know for a fact that you fucking wouldn't.

So why the fuck would you allow someone else to die like that? And more presciently, why would you put up with a social structure that marks people for death like that?

[coringetorix]

Like, don't we all just want to be understood?

I want to be able to distill my personality into something legible, something sharable, and find connections through my own forms of communication.

It's art. It's pictures, words, games, video, music.

We have the previously incomprehensible means of sharing art with basically anyone around the world; and yet in the internet's lifetime it feels like it's never been harder to be understood. To communicate in a uniquely human fashion.

I get that this is kinda hippy bullshit.

But fuck me, is this really the internet we envisioned in the 90s? Increasingly rabid and polarized commoners with the privilege to post on some billionaire's blackboard?

No. Very few things feel good on the internet any more.

But one thing that does feel good is being myself.

One way or another, I will continue to do that.

For a while I've been ruminating about "social media" sites and their place in my life.

I grew up on the internet for pretty much as long as I can remember, and I'm 25 now. I just about remember dial-up, neopets, the abundance of forums - the "old" internet. Web 1.0. Times New Roman on a plain colour background.

I moved with the times, went on Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, etc, even 4chan. Until relatively recently, never Tumblr.

As the years have gone by, I've found myself drawn to Tumblr for a few reasons, but one of the key features of this site is how much it's based around people's personalities.

Reddit is super useful for a shit ton of information, but I don't want followers on it.

Twitter was good for news, and now it's good for watching a multi-billion dollar corporation kill itself in real time.

Tumblr, though? I'm here for what people have to say. How they go through their lives, and the thought processes that drive them.

And so while I've been thinking about "social media", I've come back to the main question: What do I want out of a social media site?

The answer? I want to talk. I want to get my thoughts into the digital ether and not give a shit whether it's popular or not. I don't wanna talk in specific communities, I don't wanna limit myself to 280 characters, I don't want to do it completely anonymously, but I don't want to reveal myself either (pseudonymity is fine).

Tumblr is the only good "social media" site left.

But since it's not profitable, I don't expect it to last.

[boiboiperson]

I have not posted in a while so here's a rant.

I think most people hate gorillaz tiktok. There's a sort of disconnect between the messages in the music vs the art/story stuff, like the songs in the newest album are all about anti consumerism, anticapitalism, political stuff, I'm a cartoon not a person etc. etc. Meanwhile, gorillaz tiktok exists.

What if instead of it being whatever the hell it is, it sort of makes a mockery of tiktok. Like whenever Noodle rates something she rates the most bizarre shit idk guys I dont use tiktok. Or if they do a trend and make fun of it. That way they have a platform while still 'rejecting false icons'.

Idk it would have been fun to see.