The Weekly Rose

Twenty Twenty-Four was a terrible year to be alone. Since the 2020s, life has only continued to be filled with a sense of malaise. Every new experience was fraught with terror and a feeling of isolation that only the unknown could bring. Beginning college, starting HRT, having to come out to my family, and biting my nails waiting for which flavor of despot would run our country next felt like stumbling around in the dark with my phone flashlight dead. But nobody could be more alone than David Stone.

The Marxist-leninists have it wrong. Their so-called “soviet councils” and “centralized economies” are highly vulnerable to outside assaults - pragmatism can’t save you from opportunism - only the five foot thick wall of concrete that is ideological purity can. When you open your mind to new ideals, it becomes dangerously weak. The more you spread your ideology thin through the integration of disparate thought processes, the more it becomes nearly impossible to achieve your vision. You can’t praxis if you’re trying to praxis a thousand different little things. But if your mind was set on one, beautiful, Albanian man…