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The United Snakes of Amerikkka is united in supporting corruption in International sports competitions (USA red card remova)
(hexbear.net)
https://x.com/cenkuygur/status/2074145958984917341
should be banned from internacional sports
Quote tweet https://x.com/Altymcaltalt3/status/2074099592191234064
This red card business is just a microcosm of American cultural viewpoint that any act done by America is an innately righteous act because America does it
An awful despicable culture
Quote twet https://x.com/teroterotero/status/2073934858762506464
This is the default response to open corruption by most of American pundit class - Wiesenthal, Silver, etc. Detached, cynical quips. None of these people reacted to the massive scale of insider trading revealed just days ago. This is how a nation rots.
I like it when my local team wins
How many players on your local team are actually from your locality? People cheering for 'their team's is honestly so insane and absurd.
I don't know, but I like it when my local team wins
Defending corporatized organized sports is a hell of a take, and not one I expected on hexbear. It's literally the worst kind of nationalistic imperialist brainworms. The capitalists tell you to cheer for a bunch of strangers with no roots or ties to your local area, and you do, just because they wear the right colour uniform?
I dunno, I don't follow sports, I have no team, and I've given up trying to understand it myself.
I don't care whether the fascist prancing gives you serotonin, it's still fascist prancing. Do some self crit to try to figure out how you let yourself be suckered like this.
fascism is when my local team wins
No everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world.
The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991.
I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence.
Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper.
I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten.
In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate.
Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership.
There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it.
My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin.
I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism).
My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money.
I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol.
I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own.
My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it.
I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist.
During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil.
William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles.
George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together.
The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor.
Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall.
I am running out of walls.
When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution.
I am very smart and people like being around me.
Yes because I see through the fascist Ubermenschen show I must be a joyless friendless loser.
This was one of my big gripes with Disco Elysium. The ending was just "I have depicted myself as the chad and you as the soyjack" smearing anyone with principles as doomed wrecks stuck in the past who need to accept that the world moved on instead of fighting. This is what it does to you.
It is good to have standards.
Principles is when I dont like it when my local team wins.
Holy shit youre literally the meme lol. Go watch the barbie movie, its fun.
I don't know how to tell you this but the Gay Frenchman game was not entirely honest with you and it is very easy to have principled Communist stances and a distaste for that which goes against them while still being a functional member of society. You can Be Leftist while still Being Normal.
Principles is when I don't like vidya games or when my team wins.
Says the person who wrote this