I don’t care if those braindead weirdos happen to agree with one or two of my opinions, a broken clock is right twice a day anyway. Moderating your language based on the idea that its connotations will associate you with one of the two monolithic political sports teams that divvy up the entire political spectrum between them is a very Americentric view, and it’s also very servile.
The alt-right is not right about this. The upper class does not want to make you eat bugs, nor does the left.
You really, genuinely think corporate America will not attempt to solve future resource scarcity by gaslighting the working class into accepting substandard fare and conditions? I happen to be the real owner of the Brooklyn Bridge and I can give you the deed right now if you PayPal me $100.
I’m not asking you moderate your language. I am asking you to reflect on “why do me and braindead weirdoes are agreeing”. It’s not about how you will be perceived, it’s about the neverending struggle of always asking yourself “am I out of touch or is it children who are wrong” or variations of those. Lack of this self-reflection might lead you to a dark path of thinking that every time you get criticized for your take, it’s because political censorship or whatever.
Thanks, but I had a big breakfast; I don’t have any room for substanceless word salad.