Shahunshah wrote:
lidsmichelle wrote:
Very, very left. Socialist values (and before some right winger comes jumping down my throat about socialist countries I'm talking about the actual school of thought and beliefs, not the incorrect implementation of it). I don't really respect Democrats much because a lot of them are really more moderate than anything else. They won't do much of anything except be wishy washy and they will vehemently defend hate groups while turning a blind eye to injustices against minority groups.
This shouldn't be political, since capitalism is a monetary system, but capitalism is entwined in politics and I'm very very very anti capitalism. Capitalism is a exploitative system that does far more harm than good.
And how do we do that?
You're a good example actually lol. You have spent so much time defending that neo Nazi on here but I've yet to see you talk about police brutality and anti black racism.
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