I would love to see it, but I'm mostly just gobsmacked by how much balls-out plutocratic fuckery we're already accepting. Corporations snatching up all the houses, grocery stores jacking up prices with abandon, our sick joke of a medical system pricing us out of being alive, insurance companies charging more and covering nothing. People seem more upset about streaming services raising prices and shovelling ads into everything, but they're still fucking paying for them. It's insane the abuse that the public is willing to accept, provided that there's someone worse off who we can look down on.

I hope the reckoning is swift and soon but I have a feeling this decade is going to end with most of us still saying "any day now"...

I think the biggest issue is that we don't know what to do when we're mad anymore. People think that being mad is all you need - that if you say you're mad, things will change. I often see people get pissed about something, then calm down and move on, as if they somehow achieved something with their anger alone.

I'm hoping that there's some pressure going on under the surface, and people will eventually reach a point where enough anger has built up that they can't take it anymore and they really take action, but from what I've seen, people are so against the concept of acting upon angry feelings that I worry they'll just hold it in until they die.

Oh they know how mad you are. They just don't care. What the fuck you gonna do about it, pleb?

So many are living in total wilful ignorance of politics that I don't think anything is going to happen, most people barely even look at the news and if they did they wouldn't understand most of it, nevermind the subtleties and nuance of identifying bias and dogwhistles etc., they just check twitter feeds for their product fandoms so they know when to consume product and when to get excited for the next product.

They are happy being fucked for all their labour value as long as they get that dopamine hit from whatever vapid bullshit is trotted out of some dystopian shithole like SK.

I've decided the best and most feasible thing I can do right now is thoroughly decoupling myself from the corporate consumerism world, I haven't had Netflix (boycotted over Chapelle initially then just stuck with it) in many years now and I just got around to cancelling Prime too, I've deleted all food delivery apps and I pirate all my media and use ublock/sponsor block everywhere, the only thing left to cancel is Spotify, I only ever buy used gadgets like old laptops that'd probably end up in a landfill, some of which I use to host Jellyfin etc.

I'd like to believe it, but based on recent evidence, the next decade is going to be defined by how incredibly apathetic the general public continues to be about matters that actually affect our lives.

Great. When do we eat?

Good thing we only post on social media instead of actually do anything to improve the situation

If there was hope, it must lie in the proles, because only there, in those swarming disregarded masses, eighty-five percent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within. Its enemies, if it had any enemies, had no way of coming together or even of identifying one another. Even if the legendary Brotherhood existed, as just possibly it might, it was inconceivable that its members could ever assemble in larger numbers than twos and threes. Rebellion meant a look in the eyes, an inflection of the voice; at the most, an occasional whispered word. But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They need only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it.

You love to see it

But you doubt the proletariat will do anything but kill each other

Maybe direct (organized) action. You know, in Minecraft.

I've seen a lot of comments like this for a lot of years...

Once Trump can no longer stand at the podium the establishment Republicans are going to be underwater with the monster they created.

In the 20th century, the "Roaring Twenties" ended with the great depression.

In the 21st century, we're in the "Screaming Twenties", and I hope it ends with a manic frenzy of plutocrat cannibalism... But I doubt it will have a catchy name or be called "great" by anyone.

Dear god I hope so.

I don't like asparagus

God I hope so

Suffering winds the spring of reform.