06/29/2025
π We Canβt Fix the βLeftβ
(Stop Trying to Raise a Co**se)
No one likes us. Letβs just say it.
Even when people agree with Leftist policies β healthcare, labor, surveillance, Israel-Palestine β they instinctively avoid us like weβre diseased. Because we are.
Itβs not about what we believe. Itβs about who weβve become: Embarrassing. Neurotic. Addicted to losing. A mirror maze of failed Ivy League art projects, broken activist LARPing, and weaponized victimhood.
π― Want to Destroy a Cause? Get Leftists to Support It
You want to kill U.S. support for Israel?
Easy.
Get a bunch of Portland neurotics to scream βI β€οΈ Zionism!β on TikTok. The military would enact regime change in Israel within the week.
Want to accelerate trans acceptance?
Have every DSA chapter denounce transition as fascist eugenics. The GOP will have a Trans Pride BBQ on the Capitol lawn within 48 hours.
Because hereβs the brutal truth:
The modern American Left is a reverse Midas touch. Whatever it touches rots from public perception outward.
πͺ€ Gaza as Containment
What you thought was solidarity, is a containment zone.
Gaza is the perfect issue for this bourgeois left to kill with kindness.
You wrap it in just enough moral heat to shield it from criticism, then wrap it in 900 pounds of identity discourse and Instagram infographics.
Now, Gaza belongs to Buskwick Hipsters wearing Hamas headbands at bottomless mimosa brunches. Gaza is the vibe.
If you dare call out the cosplay?
They call you the Zionist. Youβre the colonialist.
Because the Keffiyeh now functions like radioactive armor. You canβt touch the wearer without consequences.
Even if theyβre dancing on Gazaβs grave while tweeting from an iPhone made with Congolese slave minerals.
π€‘ You Know Itβs Over When Even Luigi Gets Smoked
Luigi got vaporized by guilt through association. People would say βI love what heβs doing,β then flinch like a beaten dog when someone whispered, βheβs a Leftist.β Whats even worse is that he wasnt a Leftist.
Thatβs all it takes. One label. Gone.
Doesnβt matter if your analysis is airtight. Doesnβt matter if your cause is righteous. If the βLeftβ supports it, itβs
now cringe. Itβs suspect. Itβs dead on arrival.
π§ββοΈ Youβre Trying to Resurrect a Clown Co**se
I wasted years trying to βfixβ this.
Messaging. Branding. Discipline. Vision.
But you canβt fix what isnβt brokenβ itβs engineered. The Left is a perfectly designed failure machine, producing nothing but discourse, division, and moral cosplay.
The modern Left exists to suck all energy out of real struggle and feed it into elite management servers.
And now? Itβs a goddamn ritual.
You know the one:
β’ Something happens
β’ A thousand SF Bay Area psychotic Tumblr survivors tell you βackshuallyβ
β’ Everyone takes selfies at the protest
β’ Nothing changes
β’ Everyone claps for themselves
β’ Repeat
𧀠Take the Gloves Off
You want to understand how deep the rot goes?
Say βI donβt trust anything from elite NE universities.β Everyone nods in agreement.
Then say: βI donβt trust Ivy League Gaza activists either.β Watch them foam at the mouth like rabid dogs.
Field workers, delivery drivers, janitors β the people who actually keep the world from collapsing β donβt give a s**t about your thousand-layered gender deconstruction or your performance activist pop-up vigil.
Ask them about Gaza. Ask them about Drag Queen Story Time. Then ask what really matters to them. Record it. Tell me the outcome.
The Left doesnβt speak for workers.
It speaks at them. Through its gritted teeth and narrow eyes, in a borrowed dialect it doesnβt even understand.
𧱠So What Now?
Stop fixing. Start abandoning.
Burn the brand. Leave the cult.
Build something that isnβt this.
Something with memory. Something with discipline. Something that doesnβt turn every righteous cause into a group therapy circle.
Because the real apocalypse? Already started, and AI is just another priest in the temple.
The Left? Just another choir, singing hymns to its own irrelevance
