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The final month before the election was a dark time for me. My timeline was flooded with fatalist hysteria about how Trump would win "no matter what" or how he'd magically stop the election from even happening. We were obviously going to win, but there wasn't much for me to do.
My role is to inform, organize, mobilize. But when that many people on our side have their heads that far up their fatalist asses, there's not much for me to work with. I had to waste that month trying to shout down the dummies who were insisting the election was doomed for us.
Now that the fatalists have been proven overwhelmingly wrong, and the election wasn't even close, we got to have like 48 productive hours before these damn fatalists managed to hijack our agenda again with this hysterical nonsense about Trump magically staying in office.
Control of the Senate is on the line, health care is on the line, lives are on the line in the pandemic. But instead of doing anything about any of those real battles, far too many of you are still narcissistically pushing your fatalism on the rest of us. It's just exhausting.
The key to winning the election was to silence as many of the fatalists on our side as possible, so they couldn't demotivate those of us who were actually working and fighting to win. The key to scoring more wins will once again be silencing the fatalists.
I can't silence these "we're gonna lose" fatalists all by myself. They suffer from a psychological defect that causes them to want to take us all down with us. So I need your help. Any time you encounter a fatalist, find a way to get them to shut the hell up.
Try to imagine soldiers fighting a battle, while folks on their own side are up in their face yelling "we're gonna lose." They could never win that battle. Of course the soldiers would just incapacitate those fatalist dumbasses and keep fighting. We need to do the same.
To borrow a phrase from the other side, fuck your feelings. This isn't about you. It's not about making your socks roll up and down, or about coddling you whenever you go rogue with fatalism. You have a patriotic duty to knock off the fatalist whining and fight. I'm not kidding.
I'm not an optimist. I think optimism is naive. If you know me in person, I'm as cynical as they come. But these damn fatalists will be the death of us, if we don't figure out how to 1) silence them immediately, and 2) get them the psychological help they so desperately need.
