Serious time, comrades, these past few days have been dark and tense, shadows loom over this decade and not even a week has passed. Already a whole new generation trembles at the thought of a war, a total war, a world war. I won't lie, I am utterly terrified, in my heart of hearts I hope a war encompassing the whole of the Middle East does not break out in the next few months but the odds are looking bleaker and bleaker.
For those of us who read Lenin we know that the redivision of territories between imperialists is an inevitable course for capitalist imperialism, except unlike in Lenin's time such a war might very well mean doom for humanity. In fact, what with the dire conditions of our ecosystem/biosphere a world war might spell our doom even if it doesn't go nuclear.
During the First World War socialists argued that proles had absolutely no interest in the imperialist war, they argued that the workers need only to lay down their weapons or turn them on those aristocrats and politicians and capitalists that sent them to die. Not tryna suggest people do violent shit, not a glowie, but I do want to know if there's anyway we could reach the proles at this point?
This war, it will be a horror beyond compare, even before the nukes fly there are drones, robotics, bio-weaponry, chemical weaponry, and who the fuck knows what else porkies have been cooking up in their secret labs; porkies have been preparing for such a war ever since the last one ended, and let me tell you whatever they've crafted likely would've given Hitler a heart attack.
Found this post somewhere, it is an excerpt of a private journal of a man conscripted to fight in the First World War:
>But one night, when the rain came down in torrents, the tide invaded our dugout and cascaded down both sets of steps. At the height of the storm, some of the men had to devote all their efforts to building a dam, which the water then broke through at three or four places. We spent the rest of the night battling the floodwaters. The next day, December 10, at many places along the front line, the soldiers had to come out of their trenches so as not to drown. The Germans had to do the same. We therefore had the singular spectacle of two enemy armies facing each other without firing a shot. Our common sufferings brought our hearts together, melted the hatreds, nurtured sympathy between strangers and adversaries. Those who deny it are ignoring human psychology. Frenchmen and Germans looked at each other, and saw that they were all men, no different from one another. They smiled, exchanged comments; hands reached out and grasped; we shared tobacco, a canteen of jus [coffee] or pinard. If only we spoke the same language! One day, a huge devil of a German stood up on a mound and gave a speech, which only the Germans could understand word for word, but everyone knew what it meant, because he smashed his rifle on a tree stump, breaking it into two in a gesture of anger. Applause broke out on both sides, and the “Internationale” was sung. Well, if only you had been there, mad kings, bloody generals, fanatical ministers, jingoistic journalists, rear-echelon patriots, to contemplate this sublime spectacle! But it wasn’t enough that the soldiers refuse to fight one another. What was needed was for them to turn back on the monsters who were pushing them, one against the other, and to cut them down like wild beasts. For not having done so, how much longer would the killing go on?
Excerpt from Poilu: The World War I Notebooks of Corporal Louis Barthas, Barrelmaker, 1914-1918
Comrades, I don't say this lightly, we are likely the most important generation to exist in human history, the most important generation of communists to live, we are the last with the chance to save our world and bring us to a time of stability, peace, and abundance without capitalism; this is the very last chance, what is to be done?
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