I fucking hate this. Its all for literally nothing. For fucking money. Money. Imaginary pieces of paper. Even worse, imaginary numbers on a fucking screen. Data. It’s all for fucking nothing. We won’t avoid the 1.5 C mark, and it might come in 5 years. 2 C would mean basically the end of any semblance of normal, at all, and the collapse of the global south. Forget even 3 degrees, I’d probably already be dead. They won. They fucking won. No revolution in the Imperial Core is possible. Everyone is a chud, or a lib, or a left anticommunist. We can’t fucking win. It’s over. The world is over.
Don’t declare yourself defeated, even defeated,
Don’t feel yourself a slave, even a slave,
Trembling with dread, think thyself brave,
And strike out fiercely, even bruised.
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Have the stubborness of a rusty nail,
That now old and dastardly is a nail again;
Not the cowardly intrepidity of the turkey
That dampens his plumage at the first noise.
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Proceed like a God who never cries,
or like Lucifer who never prays,
or like the oak grove, whose greatness
needs water and does not plead for it.
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May your head bite and shout avenging,
Already rolling in the dust!