I mean yes, obviously, but we only have two, and our entire election system is designed to keep out 3rd party alternatives. So we’re going to have to “fuck the party” by taking it.
They cannot fail, only be failed. They were stabbed in the back by communists last time, or they would’ve won. Only communists stabbing them in the back stopped them. Because they were stabbed in the back.
Also, did you not see what your party pulled just this past month? They consider us a danger, and the fascists allies against us. I don’t know who you are, but if you’re with the party, you’re the enemy.
Another way to put this:
You are in a messy room
You want to clean the floor.
The three tools in the room are a vacuum cleaner that’s not plugged in and you might need to move a shelf to get to, a broom with a kinda-gross dustpan in the far corner, and a man pointing a loaded gun at your head telling you not to clean the room.
You see the most sensible course of action as oiling the gun, loading extra magazines, and sucking the mans cock(which to be clear he didn’t even ask for, you just started doing and 50/50 chance he just shoots you when he’s startled), making sure he finishes all over the floor each time, until the room is clean and telling me I’m insane unserious or a traitor for trying to shuffle things into piles with my feet or reaching for the gross dustpan
Fuck the party.
I mean yes, obviously, but we only have two, and our entire election system is designed to keep out 3rd party alternatives. So we’re going to have to “fuck the party” by taking it.
They cannot fail, only be failed. They were stabbed in the back by communists last time, or they would’ve won. Only communists stabbing them in the back stopped them. Because they were stabbed in the back.
Also, did you not see what your party pulled just this past month? They consider us a danger, and the fascists allies against us. I don’t know who you are, but if you’re with the party, you’re the enemy.
Another way to put this:
You are in a messy room
You want to clean the floor.
The three tools in the room are a vacuum cleaner that’s not plugged in and you might need to move a shelf to get to, a broom with a kinda-gross dustpan in the far corner, and a man pointing a loaded gun at your head telling you not to clean the room.
You see the most sensible course of action as oiling the gun, loading extra magazines, and sucking the mans cock(which to be clear he didn’t even ask for, you just started doing and 50/50 chance he just shoots you when he’s startled), making sure he finishes all over the floor each time, until the room is clean and telling me I’m insane unserious or a traitor for trying to shuffle things into piles with my feet or reaching for the gross dustpan
Whoooole lot of cocksucking in that response, yet zero solutions or substance.
Did you mean to post this here, or in a thread about imaginary fellatio?
This is beautiful and perfect.
10/10 for prose though, for what that’s worth. My ADHD ass read the whole thing.
Sorry I’m tripping right now, I can’t tell if this is an extended bit, but if it is consider this me tapping out. Please explain.