you will never die in revolutionary violence. you are not a threat to national security. your politics only advance the status quo. every action you take only jeopardizes real leftist movements further. that coffee you drank resulted in the deaths of 11 elite farc operatives in the jungles of columbia. you will not stand on a burning police car waving the trans flag while shouting into a microphone. you will not try to grab the gun of the police officer inside the 7/11 at 3 am. you will not write a poorly worded manifesto and post it online to have it be laughed at and your face immortalized into what the kids call a soyjack. you will die in relative obscurity from an automobile accident after hotboxing your car while driving down the highway in the middle of the night without your lights on. your car will swerve into a lake and will never be uncovered. your friends and family assumed you ran with some bad hombres from a site called hexbear. they will beg the police to follow through on investigating this website and uncover a web of conspiracies. the police will assume that you were kidnapped by a group of radical transgender feminist russian nationalist communist muslim black activists and presumably did a jonestown in the woods somewhere under the weight of your beliefs contradictions. once you are declared legally dead the last though anyone will ever ponder of you. of you your name. of your very being. will be. why is there a my little pony figurine drenched in cum inside a glass jar in this box of clothing donated to goodwill?