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"There have never been a Revolution without a starving mass"

Politics that advocate taking power is doomed for failure, and toxic, maybe! 


In Snipers in the kitchen", @MonederoJC examines the failures of the leftist movements across Central and South America. He talks about how centers of power, which are very much intact after a populist leftist movement takes power, align to undermine and defeat the leftist project. "Snipers" he refers to are these institutions; mass media, the judiciary, police/military, and of course, the market forces -- the capital, and their minions, the traps laid in every corner of the house.

The 21st century repeats are only a stone's throw away from where ever one is, from Syriza, Corbyn, Chile to maybe whatever the whole left-progressive thing in the US was? At the end of the day none of these movements garnered enough momentum to make a dent in the power structures that they fought to defeat.

I think we are much deeper in 💩 than just not having powerful popular institutions though (i.e The Matrix). "The powers of that be" use the spectacle to reform/recoup the opposition to them. As Debord says, according to @PlasticPills, Or along the lines of Capitalist Realism by Mark Fisher by @EpochPhilosophy

In essence, these toxic structures penetrate through all the dimensions of our being, from the streets to markets, from teacher to student, from schools to temples. We are at a very fundamental level, against the leftist project than we have been, probably ever before! 

We fucking are :p 😈 
Like, most of our fights are just a circle-jerk!
Cheering for our Warrior 🤡,
In a ring!
Of fire ... :(

Do we really acknowledge this? I think we should be far more skeptical. Today's politics is a business, selling the illusion of progress, a moving car in joy-ride, a vehicle of change that stays in its two rails, where familiar beats mixed with different familiar flags, repeats, along the same twists and turns. Only that the straps are coming off and the ride is moving faster and shakier with every drop.

Why pretend that the communist project (which means whatever I think it does, so fuck off!) can truly take power from Power itself? Why not empower people instead of asking them for power?

How much talent is wasted by dressing ourselves as soldiers in someone else's fight when we could instead be taking care of each other?

And, why ask for the ring if we truly don't want to wear?
But, how would empowering ourselves, everyone, look like? 
Rise up, Fight back? 
l.o.l...!

How much momentum would it take to take over the toxic institutions and rebuild them? 

How much faith do we have in ourselves? to reform them without becoming them?

How foolish, are we, to build an image that our tired, sick, and angry selves have idealized,

Through the very scaffolds that are gifted by our enemy ..!

Sabotage, affirmative!
Fight! for survival?
Build, but what?
Dance...!
Guess we don't have much time,
to think, ofc,
but to survive?

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