Seeing a lot of these stupid vulgar-pessimist or faux-pessimist threads pop up so I thought I'd chime in.
Practically speaking, you should not give a fuck. This world is a vile hell and what awaits you is not societal collapse, a great rapture, or a fabled paradise, but a drawn-out and insignificant death marked by a ferrous agony you'll get to taste as it slowly rips your soul out of your body and delivers you to the eternal and all-sufficient blackness that awaits us all.
All of the conclusions of communist thought are nauseatingly obvious, but all the while unreachable. Were this not this case, you'd be living your fantasy world now. The cope that produces the aborted determinism of Marxism after Marx; the same cope that all your predecessors were slowly drained of as they watched the revolutionary future fade into a burning horizon; will die with you; a realization waiting to hit you like a brick to the mouth, no matter how much you'll tell yourself otherwise in the minutes after reading this random shitpost that you'll soon forget.
The idea of the better world is a pernicious worm. It enters you through the anus, it cores you, and it will leave you hollow. You'll let all this happen, you'll pretend you're in charge, and even those who can manage to convince themselves that their tendency towards communism is all but a harmless bourgeois fantasy – one they'll be able to shelf if they can just find an adequate, respectable way of living under capital – will soon find their little dreams come to naught, as this world gets slightly worse and worse, on the cusp of inhabitability, but not enough to release you from the agony. If you look to your feet and examine closely, you can already see faint visions of the shit you'll soon drown in.
So go do Stalinist bullshit. LeftComs and their zealous materialism are the "right opinion (tm)", but it's retarded to even think of caring anymore. Truth is a bourgeois fiction, Marx and Lenin are long dead, and the workers are not going to save you. If you're a petty bourgeoisie, you're going to be proletarianized, and if you're a proletarian, you're going to be liquidated; this is not a case of 'if' and 'maybe', this is a case of when, where, and how. Real optimism is a luxury only the few gods and heroes who walk on earth can afford, and their money and our bodies are the fuel that keeps it burning.
Marx died a seething, boil-encrusted failure. We are all doome
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