Are there not legitimate criticisms to be had? Should we pretend that there are no problems with something just because an alternative is worse? That seems to be just as discouraging as any FUD for those who have valid critical observations.

You say leftists stayed home because genocide, but look…

I am firmly on the left. Most of the people I choose to associate with are as well. All of us went to marches for Palestine when it was possible for us. We did what we could and…

All of us voted for Kamala Harris. We participated in electoral politics because we heard what people like you were saying about broad outcomes. I know it’s not the same everywhere, but most leftist spaces that are very critical of the Democrats that I frequent shared this sentiment.

I know it’s anecdotal, and other leftists can dunk on us for it, whatever, I don’t care.

But I’m tired of seeing threads with comment after comment being specifically about blaming the left abstainers. It’s fucking over! The election is over and pointing fingers blaming people isn’t helping anyone. You want to feel good for being right? I know you’re angry, I get it, but what is your point? You just want people to feel bad? Okay, they feel bad. The situation is shit and getting worse by the day. How is this building a unified resistance? How is this helping anyone but yourself?

Billionaires ‘bowing down’ to Trump? Like they are reluctant? Like they aren’t helping orchestrate this direction? Like they give a fuck about anything but their bottom line in the short term? Like this isn’t an administration designed in plain view for billionaire interests, more so than any previous administration?

Wikipedia, my state’s public broadcast network, local charities, a particular local non-profit (employees of which I’ve known for years) that organizes community events.

That I hate television and actually enjoy working. Jobs suck, “work” sucks, but getting things done around the house or finishing a project or even just getting into a flow on a task is rewarding. 10 year old me would ask, “What happened to us?!” But I guess I enjoyed it then, too. I just defined it differently. Building with Lego for hours in my room, being creative. I didn’t define that as work until my adult hobbies expanded into making things with my hands and I had real world job experience.