They are
Edit: I guess my point is, if it’s a bit account there are too many weird things about it.
•They put a bunch of our accounts on blast. OK, maybe someone took a bit too far, that by itself wouldn’t be that weird. Or maybe rather it’s weird, but believable.
•Rather than choose accounts from regular posters, they select a weird subset of accounts that only participated in a few exchanges.
•Why post this bit on r/conspiracy, a reactionary subreddit? If you’re going to do this bit and you can do it anywhere, why would you choose a reactionary subreddit and not a lefty one where someone might get the joke?
Again, none of these individual pieces exclude the possibility of a bit account, but I think all these pieces together make it less likely to me.
The thing is, if you look at the accounts they named, they didn’t just link popular power posters. (For example, I was on the list and nobody on this site knows who I am because I make like one post a day).
The accounts they linked are accounts that dipped into r/antiwork in a few choice threads to clown on people talking about HB in the first place.. Like it seems like a strange amount of effort to only find accounts that followed this weird set of rules to post.
I’m not saying it’s a 0% chance it’s a bit, but I really don’t think it’s 100%.
Hexbear-communism is where instead of building international worker solidarity you just post screenshots of tweets
Yeah they’re not ok I don’t think.
I think this is what you mix getting brigaded by Hexbears with a mental break.
In their post history they mention their therapist telling them to stay off social media.
Naw that’s a real account they put a bunch of our :reddit-logo: accounts on blast in an r/conspiracy post last month..
Serves us right for having :reddit-logo: accounts honestly
Why does anybody give a shit about people who just sit in front of a camera for three hours at a time and upload whatever they recorded like you could be watching DuckTales or spending time with friends and loved ones or planting a garden or reading what are these people doing with their lives?
Being vegan is about minimizing harm to animals wherever necessary. It’s not like vegans never swat a mosquito.
Abolish fares, what the fuck are fares for anyways? This should all be sorted out by taxes if we’re going to live under a system where we all make money and pay taxes.
Fares are nonsense, just an extra tax on the poor for doing the right thing and riding public transit.
I make more than average, fucking tax me already to pay for people to get to work who have to make decisions about feeding their family, Jesus fucking christ. Tax me extra and build more train lines motherfuckers and maybe I can get rid of my car.
I really only ever get the sense that resistance to left unity only ever comes from anarchists. Like a lot of them are pacifist and hate MLs with a passion. The worst I see the other way is a mild disrespect of anarchist ideology.
When you visit r/COMPLETEANARCHY for example, they seem obsessed with tankies. Like I see more posting about tankies than about actual anarchism. I really get the sense that to them left unity is anathema to pacifist beliefs. If you search ‘unity’ in r/debateanarchism they seem to consistently reject the idea of left unity.
I think his writing has all the socialist frameworks and values throughout the text, and there’s no way he didn’t push people towards socialism.
For instance, this is my favourite Vonnegut quote, from Breakfast of Champions. (For context, Karabekian is an abstract painter and Keedsler is a novelist. Both are wealthy, bougie and are minor characters.)
“You know what truth is?” said Karabekian. "It’s some crazy thing my neighbour believes. If I want to make friends with him I ask him what he believes. He tells me and I say ‘Yeah yeah - ain’t that the truth?’ "
I had no respect whatsoever for the creative works of the painter or the novelist. I thought Karabekian with his meaningless pictures had entered into a conspiracy with millionaires to make poor people feel stupid. I thought Beatrice Keedsler had joined hands with other old-fashioned storytellers to make people believe life had leading characters, minor characters, significant details, insignificant details, that it had lessons to be learned, tests to be passed, that it had a beginning, middle and end.
As I approached my fiftieth birthday, I had become more and more engaged and mystified by the idiot decisions of my countrymen. And then I had come suddenly to pity them, for I understood how innocent and natural it was for them to behave so abominably, and with such abominable results: they were doing their best to live like people invented in storybooks. This was the reason Americans shot each other so often: it was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books.
Why were so many Americans treated by their government as though their lives were as disposable as paper tissues? Because that was the way authors customarily treated bit-part players in their made-up tales.
And so on.
Once I understood what was making Americans such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life. Every person would be exactly as important as any other. All facts would be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done.
If all writers would do that, then perhaps citizens not in the literary trades will understand that there is no order around us, that we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.
It is hard to adapt to chaos, but it can be done. I am living proof of that: it can be done.
Adapting to chaos there in the cocktail lounge, I had Bonnie McMahon, who was exactly as important as anybody else in the universe, bring more yeast extract to Beatrice Keedsler and Karabekian.
I don’t think there’s any way to not be a socialist if you start from the position that everyone is exactly as important as everyone else and you follow that thought to its natural conclusion.