What is it called when you’re actually proud of seeing your country exposed as the tyrannical monster you’ve always known it to be, are happy to see other nations no longer kissing its ass, and desire nothing more than for the rulers of the nation to fall and suffer as you have?
It’s this weird Reverse Patriotism I’m filled with
The funny thing about german is you can make new compound words to describe something. It could be a bit nonsensical without context but it should translate roughly to “homeland-retribution-pride”.
dunno, but I’ve been an anarchist for a while, and I feel it every time I see someone stand up to these assholes I paid taxes to, that one time I made enough money to pay taxes.
solidarity with the free, or at least hoping-to-be-less-constrained, peoples of the world, certainly. we need something shorter.
i also find an odd kind of half solidarity with my ancestors who fought in the second world war, against what america is trying to be, and sort of always was, but were very much flag waving ‘rarara america’ patriots the rest of their lives at the same time.
point being that the non-shitty people from this awful shit hole country aren’t going to begrudge anyone ditching the awful garbage that gets made here. ‘made in america’ mostly means prison slaves anyway. edit:the people who make the decisions and own the stuff here have no common interest with the common people. we are all bludgeoned or manipulated into not putting up a fight. which isn’t to say there aren’t enough insane fanatics and bloated military budget to be a serious threat to the free world, but, like, please fuck our shit up. it’s not like any of us ever see any benefit from it anyway.
It’s called being an anti imperialist that lives in the imperial core. Next start listening to some Michael Parenti. Sadly it’s taken the US directing it’s imperialism at western countries to wake up to it. But better late than never.
like, the assholes in charge have never represented us or our interests. they own everything around us. I will never own a home. I know maybe one person in this shit hole country who’s got even a remote shot at that, who didn’t inherit the noble title of ‘property owner’. none of the supposed prosperity of this place reaches me. I know so many people who have died of preventable illness, and the hoops I had to jump through to get antibiotics for a major injury last year would have killed someone less stubborn. I doubt much of the imperial pillage and fruit of all this internal productivity reaches you. even the old public works projects are a thing that has largely passed from living memory. ancient monuments to a bygone society that I can barely comprehend from old books. We voted for some new ones here in california, twenty years ago, then again and again to increase funding for them, and have yet to see them materialize-because of interference, deliberate interference to keep us from having nice things, by the fuckers who profit off the fact we need to eat food and sleep indoors but have never held a hammer or driven a tractor, by the fuckers who declare war having never been ordered into peril themselves, by the fuckers who work us to the bone until we die, and tell us it’s what we deserve. maybe people in a better position to stand up to these bastards and do some damage to the things they care about actually doing it is what hope feels like.
maybe it will help more of us stand up ourselves. that would be cool.
What is it called when you’re actually proud of seeing your country exposed as the tyrannical monster you’ve always known it to be, are happy to see other nations no longer kissing its ass, and desire nothing more than for the rulers of the nation to fall and suffer as you have?
It’s this weird Reverse Patriotism I’m filled with
Heimvergeltungsstolz?
Google says this isn’t a word
The funny thing about german is you can make new compound words to describe something. It could be a bit nonsensical without context but it should translate roughly to “homeland-retribution-pride”.
dunno, but I’ve been an anarchist for a while, and I feel it every time I see someone stand up to these assholes I paid taxes to, that one time I made enough money to pay taxes.
solidarity with the free, or at least hoping-to-be-less-constrained, peoples of the world, certainly. we need something shorter.
i also find an odd kind of half solidarity with my ancestors who fought in the second world war, against what america is trying to be, and sort of always was, but were very much flag waving ‘rarara america’ patriots the rest of their lives at the same time.
point being that the non-shitty people from this awful shit hole country aren’t going to begrudge anyone ditching the awful garbage that gets made here. ‘made in america’ mostly means prison slaves anyway. edit:the people who make the decisions and own the stuff here have no common interest with the common people. we are all bludgeoned or manipulated into not putting up a fight. which isn’t to say there aren’t enough insane fanatics and bloated military budget to be a serious threat to the free world, but, like, please fuck our shit up. it’s not like any of us ever see any benefit from it anyway.
It’s called being an anti imperialist that lives in the imperial core. Next start listening to some Michael Parenti. Sadly it’s taken the US directing it’s imperialism at western countries to wake up to it. But better late than never.
https://youtu.be/odWerz1Az6k
maybe it’s… hope?
like, the assholes in charge have never represented us or our interests. they own everything around us. I will never own a home. I know maybe one person in this shit hole country who’s got even a remote shot at that, who didn’t inherit the noble title of ‘property owner’. none of the supposed prosperity of this place reaches me. I know so many people who have died of preventable illness, and the hoops I had to jump through to get antibiotics for a major injury last year would have killed someone less stubborn. I doubt much of the imperial pillage and fruit of all this internal productivity reaches you. even the old public works projects are a thing that has largely passed from living memory. ancient monuments to a bygone society that I can barely comprehend from old books. We voted for some new ones here in california, twenty years ago, then again and again to increase funding for them, and have yet to see them materialize-because of interference, deliberate interference to keep us from having nice things, by the fuckers who profit off the fact we need to eat food and sleep indoors but have never held a hammer or driven a tractor, by the fuckers who declare war having never been ordered into peril themselves, by the fuckers who work us to the bone until we die, and tell us it’s what we deserve. maybe people in a better position to stand up to these bastards and do some damage to the things they care about actually doing it is what hope feels like.
maybe it will help more of us stand up ourselves. that would be cool.
Schadenfreude?