June 16, 2022
What I feel now, in relation to "the movement", is apathy. I no longer want to consoom the latest podcast of my favorite content creator. I don't care about the latest outrage. For all the red pills I have consumed over the years, what difference has it made? I'm still in the same place, with the same old problems.
And yet, I still care. It still pains me to see the advance of the rainbow empire into even the reddest corners of the earth. But at the same time, the barrier towards making a difference seems insurmountable. Bang your head against the wall hoping to win the twitter lottery before you get banned. Languish on the fediverse among the converted. Pray you become an e-celeb so you can, at the very least, become a thought leader. Work overtime trying to inform the public of the latest scandal, which will be quickly forgotten. Pour your heart and soul into a book nobody's going to read, and so on.
But maybe it does make a difference. Where would we be if we were not steeped in the shitposts of our peers? Many of these apparently useless actions are what nudged us over to the truth. But it feels useless because we are alienated from the fruits of our labor. We don't see the people who see our posts. We don't interact with them in any meaningful way or see them change as people. We are instead exposed to a neverending digital waterfall of gossip and misery. A hamster wheel. No wonder it feels pointless.
Another paradox for the /pol/ack: real life sucks. People have shit taste. They support The Current Thing (TM) with a burning passion. And even if they don't, life gets in the way. You don't share enough hobbies to "click". Your schedules don't line up. You don't organically interact enough to bond because you live in different places and your routines never cross paths. We can't escape the effects of modernity. Getting "based" friends is as much of a lottery as the Marketing Media Skinner box that is Twitter.
It isn't this way for everybody. We all have different aptitudes and opportunities. I know at least some of us have a circle of friends, neighbors, or relatives who would jump on a grenade for each other and help fight the good fight. It's possible if you can take advantage of the opportunities that are out there.
What we find tolerable is a matter of personal preference. Many people on our side are quite happy on Twitter. It could be that this apathy is a personal problem: I'm burned out. "Why bother?" is the question of the day. Why bother preaching to the converted or shouting into the void? Why bother building clout and a circle of phantom friends that will vanish at a moment's notice? The game isn't fun, it's frustrating.
If we can't hope to change the world (or have not the stomach for online politics), perhaps we can have a little fun instead.
Maybe, we do a little trolling.
I see no downside to mocking our enemies IRL (given you don't look mockable yourself), besides the obvious risk of "Get in trouble for wrongthink". The dregs cannot escape the fact that they are dregs. An anonymous sticker of the classic "tranny suicide wojack" makes the intended audience feel unwelcome, establishes an area as "our" territory, and exposes "our" memes to people who normally would not see them. And putting up stickers will give our resident NEETs something to do.
Will it stop the fall of Rome? Hell no.
Will you get some laughs out of it? Hell yes.
When the chans are full (of bots), the channers will walk the earth.