Hi, I'm the person that was linked here. Just for fun, I think I'll be posting here for a bit since I do always enjoy the taste of capitalist tears. I'm actually surprised I was linked here since I don't think I said anything here that any of you already didn't know. It's called revolution for a reason, and it happens whether you like it or not. If you steal from the working class, if you steal from minorities, it's not robbery, it's restitution, in a way. We're not going to ask nicely if Mr. Moneybags will please turn over the money in his grasp that he has either directly or indirectly siphoned away from the workers.

There is no such thing as private property aside from the construct the State and the bourgeoisie use to amass wealth and increase their gains. There only is personal property, that which a person actively needs and is actively using. This is fairly basic stuff and I'm surprised that you all are so surprised that we don't take kindly to fat cats. Mr. Moneybags should count himself lucky that we're asking so politely and we don't just drag him out into the streets and hang him with a piano wire off the side of his mansion with the other plutocraps.

I know you're likely cutting yourself on all this edge right now, but there's just no better way to word it. I don't hide it at all, the capitalist and quasi-fascist system exists to perpetuate itself by any means necessary, violence, and lots of it is necessary to bring down this corrupt and illegitimate regime we find ourselves under as of now. I'm sure you all feel very secure in your belief that the day will not come where you'll have to atone for your various crimes, but that day is coming soon, sooner than you think.

I myself, I'm nothing to sneeze at, and you better hope you don't meet me when the Revolution is in full throttle, because I don't ask nicely, I go straight for the piano wire. I'm the bathtub gelignite in your Bentley. As far as I'm concerned, you either with us, against us, or you're out of our way entirely. You better hope you're in the 1st or 3rd category, because the 2nd category are dead birds walking. You'll probably laugh this off and go back to soaking in all that white privilege and crypto-fascism but trust me, you won't laugh if you're unfortunate enough to ever get within 500 meters of me.

Yeah yeah, I know, I'm a degenerate, I'm an edgelord, I'm an anarkiddie. We'll see whose who when the Day of the Rope comes, Cappie. For now, I'd say it's safe to say you've got four reasons you Shouldn't Fuck With Me.