You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time.
one closing thought: its really a tragedy that discourse (hate that word) has devolved to the point where everyone is terrified of criticizing everyone else’s behavior because the only criticisms that are legitimate have to be within the parameters of abuse. like so much awful shit goes on interpersonally but in all likelihood that awful behavior was probably less awful in the past, and it just grew in severity and was never questioned or criticized because everyone was scared to until it became full blown abuse
what if we were able to criticize other peoples behavior as rude, or invasive, or unpleasant, and have an actual dialogue about it before it devolved into abuse? im not saying all abuse or even most could be stopped with earlier interventions but time and time again everyone sees this shit, and they dont say anything out of fear, and it just mushrooms into enormous messes and dogpiles and in all likelihood we should be more critical of each other, we should speak up when we feel uncomfortable, we should question and critique and trust our gut instincts of discomfort when they come up because any situation where everyone feels constantly anxious and scared is probably not a good situation at all
It is not true that socialism will arise automatically from the daily struggle of the working class. Socialism will be the consequence of (1), the growing contradictions of capitalist economy and (2), of the comprehension by the working class of the unavailability of the suppression of these contradictions through a social transformation. When, in the manner of revisionism, the first condition is denied and the second rejected, the labour movement finds itself reduced to a simple co-operative and reformist movement. We move here in a straight line toward the total abandonment of the class viewpoint.
Let’s talk about the old days,
let’s talk about your friends,
let’s talk about the summer
and how you wish it wouldn’t end.
Did I forget to tell you,
how pretty you looked in that dress?
In the first time that I saw you,
you cleaned the mess from my head.
And I don’t mind,
if we take our time.
No, I don’t mind
you come into my house, you disrespect my problematic fave