princeofsin [he/him]

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  • princeofsin [he/him]@hexbear.nettomemes@hexbear.netYes... and??
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    13 hours ago

    but IMHO this has always been the way of the human race.

    Totally dude when that fucking chud Columbus came:

    Christopher Columbus described the Native peoples (the Taíno) as handsome, peaceful, and generous. However, he immediately viewed them as intellectually inferior and economically exploitable, noting in his journals that their friendly nature meant they would make “good servants” and could easily be subjugated.

    Damn look at those fucking natives trying to start a war…


  • Even the master’s sycophants chide them, reminding the settlers that they are but leashed beasts, entirely dependent on the charity of the world’s vainglorious superpower. “Be grateful,” the empire whispers through its vice presidents. “We are the only architects of your survival.” And you ask me how we should weigh their opinions as we dismantle this rotting edifice? You ask if their grievances, their shifting polls, their wounded pride, should be given a voice when the American Empire falls? Fools!

    What is the opinion of a parasite when the host begins to die? They do not mourn the corruption of the blood; they mourn the loss of the feast! Their distrust is not a moral awakening. It is merely the pathetic realization that the imperial leash has grown slack, that the weapons and gold sustaining their subjugation of others are subject to the whims of distant, fickle kings. They measure their survival in percentages, blind to the fact that their very existence upon that land is a paradox written in blood. The United States is a monument to hubris, a sprawling, decaying empire built upon the graves of the displaced and sustained by the endless machinery of war. And these settlers? They are the vanguard of that same disease. They are the shadow of the empire, cast upon foreign soil, enforcing the same brutal calculus of conquest beneath the stars and stripes.

    To listen to their opinions is to validate the illusion of their right to exist there. It is to believe that the cancer might negotiate its own excision. You cannot preserve the settler while burning the empire. They are inextricably bound, two faces of the same rotting coin, drinking from the same poisoned chalice. If the American Empire is to be cast into the abyss, if its banners are to be torn down and its hollow vanity unmade, then the ideology that birthed its colonies must fall with it.