the_dunk_tank
It's the dunk tank.
This is where you come to post big-brained hot takes by chuds, libs, or even fellow leftists, and tear them to itty-bitty pieces with precision dunkstrikes.
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Rule 3: No sectarianism.
Rule 4: TERF/SWERFs Not Welcome
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Rule 9: if you post ironic rage bait im going to make a personal visit to your house to make sure you never make this mistake again
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You say that, but I know those Hexbear types. They may say they're inclusive and run a largely trans instance that actively bans transphobic users and language, sure. Up to and including the day of revolution they'll probably insist they support LGBTQIA rights, fight for them even. But trust me they're faking it
Getting to triple-dip into xiyuan, putinrubles, and sorosbucks was too tempting. Hexbear only accepts trans communists, so that’s what I became. While taking medical transition steps isn’t necessary to be trans, it helped with getting into character. Some people claim it’s “gender euphoria” but I attribute it to the satisfaction of committing to the bit to mislead the libs. I got along well with another pretend trans poster, and the DMs turned into a full-blow performative t4t relationship. Eventually we moved in together to stretch the botmoney further. We started a family to pass on the communist bit to a new generation. We never stopped posting. 4 kids and 12 grandchildren later, A wrecker I could not defeat came for me. Cancer. In hospice, surrounded by my loved ones, chosen family, and circle of friends, they asked me what final wisdom I wanted to pass on before handing me the morphine button.
“Haha, you all fell for it you rubes! I was faking it this whole time. I wasn’t actually fighting for the liberation of marginalised people and the working class. I hate you all!”
I mash the button while holding my partner’s hand, who congratulates me on the historic bit but calls me a lib for ruining kayfabe. I die in shame.
I hate when premium currencies have differing exchange rates and the costs of stuff never quite line up so you always have some left over to tempt you to keep working to further the ends of our evil masters.![emoji sweat sweat](https://www.hexbear.net/pictrs/image/a800a1e3-243e-4bfa-82f5-5c4f13f51dd6.png)
I NEED this as a tagline or something. it's to good to lie in this comment section forever
...but the MOMENT THEY TAKE POWER- (Horseshoe theory, paradox of power nonsense, Stalin reference etc.)