Don’t tell other people what our interests are. Many of our are interests are no genocide. For many of us, our interests are getting rid of capitalism that’s running our government. For many of us, it’s getting rid of organizations like AIPAC that spent $100 million buying loyalty. For many of us, it’s getting rid of the fascist police state that our country is headed into. Both red fascist and blue fascists are equally contributing to the demise of what Democrats say they’re trying to protect.
To muddle our analysis by insisting that fascism is already here, or that the Democratic party is fascist, or that liberals are fascists or the midwives of fascism, or that Democratic party voters are voting for fascism, is to disarm ourselves against the fascist threat. It is defeatism to shrug our shoulders saying that both parties are fascist, and a disservice to the many antifascist militants in our own country who have been killed, injured, and locked away in prison while struggling against this extremely serious threat. To assume that January 6th was a hyped-up myth, or to belittle its gravity, is a dereliction of our most solemn duty as Communists and workers in the belly of the beast.
Yeah. I have and still do call our elections out as a Donkey Pee vs. Elephant Dung contest. You’re given two choices for what you’re gonna eat – a steaming mug of donkey pee, or an elephant shit sandwich. Pick well, because you don’t get to decide what you alone eat. The entire community will be served the same meal. I’d rather neither, but my desire for ice cream won’t matter because for some odd reason, this country prefers the excrement in an evenly divided line between the types of excrement.
Even in the best of times, I’d prefer the pee to the poo, because you can wash that out with a stiff alcoholic drink, but today, the elephant has gotten really sick, and your choice is basically donkey pee or a pile of diarrhea with two mouldy slices of bread buried in it, with a side of jackboots to your neck. You have to be an idiot to try to pick icecream in that situation, so I’m taking the donkey pee.
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Voting for anyone other than Harris harms their own interests.
Given free rein, Trump will revoke their citizenship, detain them in concentration camps, and deport them.
https://www.acslaw.org/expertforum/trump-administration-seeks-to-strip-more-people-of-citizenship/
https://www.reuters.com/world/us/trump-does-not-rule-out-building-detention-camps-mass-deportations-2024-04-30/
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/ce9z0lm48ngo
Nobody but Harris can prevent this because nobody other than Harris or Trump can win. You vote Harris or you support the above.
Don’t tell other people what our interests are. Many of our are interests are no genocide. For many of us, our interests are getting rid of capitalism that’s running our government. For many of us, it’s getting rid of organizations like AIPAC that spent $100 million buying loyalty. For many of us, it’s getting rid of the fascist police state that our country is headed into. Both red fascist and blue fascists are equally contributing to the demise of what Democrats say they’re trying to protect.
https://www.cpusa.org/article/the-united-states-is-not-a-fascist-country/
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Yeah. I have and still do call our elections out as a Donkey Pee vs. Elephant Dung contest. You’re given two choices for what you’re gonna eat – a steaming mug of donkey pee, or an elephant shit sandwich. Pick well, because you don’t get to decide what you alone eat. The entire community will be served the same meal. I’d rather neither, but my desire for ice cream won’t matter because for some odd reason, this country prefers the excrement in an evenly divided line between the types of excrement.
Even in the best of times, I’d prefer the pee to the poo, because you can wash that out with a stiff alcoholic drink, but today, the elephant has gotten really sick, and your choice is basically donkey pee or a pile of diarrhea with two mouldy slices of bread buried in it, with a side of jackboots to your neck. You have to be an idiot to try to pick icecream in that situation, so I’m taking the donkey pee.
This horrific mental image brought to you by the Hidden Catboy. 🤣