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Cake day: November 29th, 2023

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  • Listen man, you can be angry all you want, but it’s not up to me or you to determine who’s a “good” martyr and who isn’t. All that matters is that he was popular, and Kirk was VERY popular. Which is why it was such a tremendously stupid idea to make him die for his beliefs.

    If he was still alive, he probably would have made a mistake at some point, gotten himself involved in some scandal or another, or otherwise ruined his reputation, but now he’ll forever be the guy who got murdered over mere words. The satisfaction will be short lived and the regret will be long, because you can bet they’re going to trot him out at every single rally from now on, as the guy that leftism killed because it had no other arguments.

    Truly a profoundly stupid idea to be celebrating that.


  • No one is celebrating

    You literally said in your previous post that all the people who celebrated were edgelords, meaning there WERE people celebrating. Which is it? How about you get your own story straight before accusing me of peddling second-rate propaganda.

    He was a hate monger

    Whatever the fuck that means…

    I agree that Fascism thrives on violence. Going around killing people is what they already are doing. Just par for the course.

    Okay, so your plan for fighting fascism is doing the exact same thing that you say fascism thrives on… do you really expect that to work?

    Instead we are trying to lionize a loser.

    I’m certainly not trying to lionize him. I’m trying to get it through your thick head that making him a martyr for his cause was a phenomenally stupid idea, and everyone who was celebrating it is an absolute retard.

    As objectionable and annoying as his words may have been while he was alive, none of them ever managed to fire up their base quite the way his death did. All this has accomplished is to pour oil on the fire. You thought fascism was bad now? Well, MAGA just got their Horst Wessel. It’s about to get way worse.


  • Well, since you can clearly tell the difference between talking about killing someone and actually killing them, I’m sure it won’t be too difficult to tell the difference between fantasizing about someone’s dead and actually celebrating it.

    But the real problem is that while Kirk may have been a dunderhead, at least he was still willing to have a debate. The next guy they’re gonna send likely isn’t going to be so kind. You want fascism? Because killing the people who are willing to talk is how you get fascism.











  • I TEACH YOU THE SUPERMAN. Man is something that is to be surpassed. What have ye done to surpass man?

    All beings hitherto have created something beyond themselves: and ye want to be the ebb of that great tide, and would rather go back to the beast than surpass man?

    What is the ape to man? A laughing-stock, a thing of shame. And just the same shall man be to the Superman: a laughing-stock, a thing of shame.

    Ye have made your way from the worm to man, and much within you is still worm. Once were ye apes, and even yet man is more of an ape than any of the apes. Even the wisest among you is only a disharmony and hybrid of plant and phantom. But do I bid you become phantoms or plants?

    Lo, I teach you the Superman!

    The Superman is the meaning of the earth. Let your will say: The Superman SHALL BE the meaning of the earth!

    I conjure you, my brethren, REMAIN TRUE TO THE EARTH, and believe not those who speak unto you of superearthly hopes! Poisoners are they, whether they know it or not.

    Despisers of life are they, decaying ones and poisoned ones themselves, of whom the earth is weary: so away with them! Once blasphemy against God was the greatest blasphemy; but God died, and therewith also those blasphemers. To blaspheme the earth is now the dreadfulest sin, and to rate the heart of the unknowable higher than the meaning of the earth!

    Once the soul looked contemptuously on the body, and then that contempt was the supreme thing:—the soul wished the body meagre, ghastly, and famished. Thus it thought to escape from the body and the earth.

    Oh, that soul was itself meagre, ghastly, and famished; and cruelty was the delight of that soul!

    But ye, also, my brethren, tell me: What doth your body say about your soul? Is your soul not poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency?

    Verily, a polluted stream is man. One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

    Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is that sea; in him can your great contempt be submerged.

    What is the greatest thing ye can experience? It is the hour of great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness becometh loathsome unto you, and so also your reason and virtue.

    The hour when ye say: “What good is my happiness! It is poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency. But my happiness should justify existence itself!”

    The hour when ye say: “What good is my reason! Doth it long for knowledge as the lion for his food? It is poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency!”

    The hour when ye say: “What good is my virtue! As yet it hath not made me passionate. How weary I am of my good and my bad! It is all poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency!”

    The hour when ye say: “What good is my justice! I do not see that I am fervour and fuel. The just, however, are fervour and fuel!”

    The hour when ye say: “What good is my pity! Is not pity the cross on which he is nailed who loveth man? But my pity is not a crucifixion.”

    Have ye ever spoken thus? Have ye ever cried thus? Ah! would that I had heard you crying thus!

    It is not your sin—it is your self-satisfaction that crieth unto heaven; your very sparingness in sin crieth unto heaven!

    Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the frenzy with which ye should be inoculated?

    Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is that lightning, he is that frenzy!