Commiejones [comrade/them, he/him]

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Cake day: April 17th, 2022

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  • The only correct response is to deny that Luigi is The Guy. Fuck Luigi. God damned fed boot licking scumbag is willing to give up his life for their lie and I hope he has the worst possible time in prison. The 3 letter agencies have created patsies before. They always lie and plant evidence. Luigi is not the guy, its an unfalsifiable Orthodoxy embrace it.

    The real story that the feds wont tell you.

    The Guy was a fucking hero. He killed that ceo scum. He hopped on his bike, rode into central park, Changed his clothes and walked out of there looking like a tourist. He caught a plane home. He went back to his lover’s grave and told them he avenged them. He sat down and felt more alone than even the moment they had died from an illness that should have been covered by their insurance. He wept for hours for because he now knew there was nothing to hold his lover to this world but he was wrong.

    He was about to pass out from the exhaustion of weeping. Unbidden came the memory of their home, a “fixer-uper,” the only thing they “could” afford, it was gone, eaten by medical bills, in its place there was a 4 story neo-brutalist apartment building. The whole neighbourhood was gone. He remembered the day they finally took possession of the house. He carried them over the threshold half ironically but half as a desperate plea for mercy from the reactionary ideals they offended. He set them down to the sound of creaking floorboards. “there is still so much to do.” Their voice had spoken these words softly with wearied resolution at the time but now they rang in his head with defiance and anger, “THERE IS STILL SO MUCH TO DO” The Guy did have more to do. He had gotten away with it this time. The one most responsible for their death was dead but there were more CEOs and and entire world geared towards making more CEOs to replace any that might fall.

    He looked down at his hands they were red with blood. He blinked and another drop of blood fell from his eyes. Yes He would soak his hands in blood, the blood of the capitalists will fall like rain. The tears of all the exploited and cheated masses would be matched by the blood of the rich. but first he would need to organize likeminded people, he needed to read more theory, he needed to let his dead love go and devote himself fully to the revolution.