Appetite Ruining Kebab
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I DID IT ON [14/12/2021], AT [6:37 AM] (GMT+5), IN KAZAKSHTAN
37 PEOPLE WERE KILLED BECAUSE OF WHAT I DID. 156 MORE ARE IN DETAINMENT. 7 HAVE REINTEGRATED.
WHY’D I DO IT?
BECAUSE REVOLUTION DIED.
Revolution died when we started using the tools of our enemy to defeat them. When Eurasians started taking kids from Combine camps so they could condition them early into ruthless Maoist operators. When we started dehumanizing collaborators the way they dehumanized us and still had the gall to claim we fought on behalf of humanity. When shoot-first-ask-questions-later became not just a method but a way of showing you were committed to the cause. Revolution died when we realized we couldn't win back Saint-Petersburgh and flattened it with the atom bomb and called that liberation for the inhabitants. The revolution died with Breen. The revolution was truly dead and gone by the time we let Vortigaunts turn Spain into a staging ground for the Race-X invasion. I felt the rigor mortis of revolution when I stopped by Helsinki last month and saw what became of the first liberated city; The fighters of yesterday had turned into the fascist pigs of tomorrow, the smugglers who helped equip them had turned into a mafia collecting debts over the profits they eschewed in the name of victory, and every other denizen in the street was armed and they voted for their leaders with their guns and they killed each other in the name of freedom but if you asked them they could hardly tell you what that word meant anymore because everyone and their mother had already used and abused it for their own purposes.
But then the revolution was reborn. The revolution was re-born because it was re-worded. They made it out of the words 'meta' and 'dynamism'. Meta, the essence of things. Dynamism, to induce rapid movement for a purpose. Translation: To revolve the essence of things. To cause a revolution. These clever eggheads, sick of the establishment, openly flaunted revolutionary ideology in the halls of CMB power. They played a game of memetic sabotage, embracing the enemy's slogans and twisting them to self-destructive purposes to melt the regime from within with its own irrational stupidity. And in doing so they did more damage to Orwell's stagnant superstructure in a year than any of us rag-wearing, bomb-chucking guerilla cunts ever could in twenty. Think about that. It's embarrasing. Some say Breen merits appreciation for buying our species time, but has since become a stepping stone to true liberation. I say the resistance merits appreciation for keeping the struggle of liberation alive, but has since become a stepping stone to its flourishing; corrupted by the illusion that there can be liberty on a road paved with the help of ex-conformists and justice in their forgiveness (which by definition denies justice to the families they butchered), and living for now in happy ignorance that these practical alliances won't come with a blood price later. You are the true Breenists; you truly embody his delusion in conciliating to the aliens, his doublethink in believing freedoms could be re-earned by denying the instincts that made them possible, and his egotism in purporting himself as the only possible road of salvation. What can we expect from you but more of the same?
But you'll say I'm the deluded one. You'll say I'm lulled by false reformism. These elites are tricking you. And if not, their alien overlords are tricking you. And if not, your desire to fuck and have kids is tricking you. Okay. Maybe my libido is a powerful force in this equation. But let me ask you this: Whoever the fuck, in their right mind, prances about in mountains playing guerilla for twenty years, lives in dirt and in shit and in carcinogenic xenoflora, shares their toilet with vortigaunts, watches their friends die on the orders of the same scientists who brought Black Mesa down on us - who spend more time tinkering with the same tech that fucked the world than contemplating any notion of what comes after liberation. Who the fuck partakes in all that, right, and thinks to themselves, 'We'll free Earth, and put things back the way it used to be'. Who the fuck labors under that child's fantasy, and then DARES to call deception on the guys who now hold the levers of GLOBAL power to make real freedom, real liberalization, real reversal of human extinction possible? And why do the guys who occupy those levers (and the non-guys, ergo, the alien overlords), have any reason left to deceive us, when the truth of simple, tangible promises, bestowed with little cost to a dying race, is enough at this point in our history, to break the flimsy fictions our so-called rebellion and its grim alliance with ex-conformism stands on? When the words 'metadynamist post-dialectical constructivism' start to sound sane compared to 'free Earth and put it all back the way it used to be', I say we are more than vindicated in hedging the gamble of our fate on this new revolutionary mantle; it certainly elevates us above the lunatics who still paint the lambda around every corner in some meaningless gesture to keep 'hope' alive while their revolution lies dead in front of them. And in the absence of a better alternative, embracing the system to set the system free becomes the only choice for those who want a tomorrow at all.
So yeah. I sold the fucking resistance out. Because in a world where collaboration means revolution, and resistance means conformity, I will choose revolution. Every. Single. Fucking time. The labels have stayed the same, but the meanings behind them have changed. It's up to the right men to keep themselves in the right place.
Metadynanism is no ideology. It is a non-ideology. It changes shape with every new party, individual, organization that joins it. That flexibility is by design. The way to defeat Metadynamism is to join it, to infiltrate it, to make it your own. The way to strengthen Metadynamism is to oppose it, to give it power in the minds of the people, to create a counter-cultural shelter out of whatever shape it happens to be in at the time that you decided to scream like a bitch before the ugly face of real revolution.
So join me.
Or die with your revolution.
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