There is a certain type of liberal who is, more than even creeping fascism, terrified of the little voice in the back of their head, louder every day, that tells them that the bitter proles were right, that the amiable dirtbag with the apple pipe and the Tarantino posters who says that voting is bullshit, the McDonalds shift manager single mom who feels like her life is getting worse under both parties, the trans 17 year old with the red and black twitter pfp and no future plans who says that all politicians are garbage, that they’re all onto something, that maybe these people who didn’t attain all the signifiers of elite education and bourgeois sophistication actually have come closer to a true understanding of politics in the United States by sheer intuition and experience than they have, and these liberals, they aren’t just afraid of that little voice, they’re fucking furious, and they’re gonna take it out on anyone who dares challenge the worldview they’ve sunk all that pride and satisfaction and faith into, anyone who even in a politically incoherent or naive way suggests that maybe we can’t vote our way out of this one.
Voting was never the answer but I doubt it’ll remain even an option
