Helicopter Rides For TikTok Leftists

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On January 3rd, the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment bypassed Venezuela’s incompetently operated air defenses, packed Nicolás Maduro into a UH-60 Black Hawk, and flew off. Nicolás Maduro was completely unprepared for Operation Southern Spear, because he is a fat stupid retard that smells like fried bananas.

In the weeks leading up to the operation while American military and CIA officers were carefully planning regime change, Nicolás Maduro occupied himself by emoting in front of cameras, singing and fat Latin dancing. From a Hegelian perspective: the future slave internally accepts defeat through fear of death before any external submission occurs, effectively cultivating defeatedness, before the confrontation even occurs.

Nicolás Maduro, when confronted with the overwhelming might of American colonial power chose to cultivate his own defeatedness through uncoordinated ethnic boomer dancing. The foreign services of Cuba, Russia, and China observed this situation unfold for months and did nothing, forgetting what the Makarov officer service pistol was originally designed for: field executions. Communist Bloc weaponry can only function effectively when paired with a Communist Bloc mindset. Obese, gyrating banana man is not a competent commander-in-chief for a multi-billion-dollar S-300 anti-aircraft battery. Such an individual should have been removed and disposed of properly so that a competent person can fulfill his function.

Is Anti Colonialism Just Colonialism With Extra Steps?

This strikes at the core of multi-polarity, anti-colonialism, and communism: the greatest obstacle to liberating a people is often the people themselves, trapped in inertial resistance that mirrors the challenges of traditional colonialism. Take Russian Wagner mercenaries aiding the Syrian National Army against American imperialism, only for Syrians to stubbornly refuse cleaning sand from their Kalashnikovs.

No amount of yelling, kicking, or screaming persuades a Syrian to maintain the rifle intended to safeguard his life and homeland from the Americans and Jews he claims to despise. He remains unmoved. The only effective motivator? Wagner’s notorious sledgehammer: witnessing a comrade’s skull shattered finally compels him to clean the gun and fire back at his assailants. This isn’t an isolated tale, American veterans recount similar nightmares of Afghan National Police or Iraqi forces bungling tasks like middle schoolers in PE class.

Is this fourth generation warfare’s proxy dynamic? Rival powers hurl developing-world populations at each other like Pokémon, compelling them to battle for abstract ideals they can’t comprehend? Or a real-world Dota 2, treating locals as low-level mobs while middle-class white men pose as elite heroes with superior skills?

Both Russian and American troops echo the same frustrations: partner forces seem too obtuse to grasp, let alone fight for, their supposed causes. They exhibit a passion for ignorance, embodying Ortega y Gasset’s mass man. The mediocre type who rejects hierarchy and self-discipline, demanding civilization’s fruits without the effort to sustain them. Overcome by Freud’s Thanatos, this drive toward dissolution pulls them back to an inorganic, formless state, resisting any elevation. The mass man is antithetical to Platonic forms: the eternal ideals of structure and excellence. He defies all external imposition of structure, whether colonial tutelage or anti-colonial liberation.

Communism’s Third World ventures faltered here too, unable to awaken proletarian Eros against this innate entropy, turning supposed emancipation into rebranded control. Thus, anti colonialism circles back to colonialism’s essence, with ideological extras masking the same paternalistic failure of forcing a population to inhabit a form, when it rejects all structure altogether.

Between Two Deaths

Constantin von Hoffmeister and Alexander Dugin have written brilliant articles dissecting Operation Southern Spear through the lens of the crumbling nation state. But in my view, the rot runs even deeper, down to the granular level where the individual itself has evaporated.

The modern person no longer coheres as a unified subject; they’ve been fractured into a psychotic mess by the endless scroll of Instagram and TikTok reels, splintering any chance at stable identity. Nicolás Maduro embodies this perfectly. He's a Deleuzian body without organs, flatly resisting the structured demands of being a head of state, opting instead for cringeworthy teenage TikTok dances that scream surrender before the battle ever begins.

As thrilling as a World War Z apocalypse sounds amazing and I’m all for it. But unfortunately the global south is far too fat and GoySlopped to go out in a dramatic blaze of Kalashnikov fire and drone strikes.

These populations can scarcely manage basics like clean water and reliable electricity, so forget about them handling ComBlock weaponry, even when Wagner-style enforcers shove guns in their faces and demand they take warfighting seriously.

Don’t get me wrong: a multipolar World War 3 playing out like a high-stakes Call of Duty showdown would be epic, a fitting curtain call for the franchise of global conflict. Yet Maduro has zero clue what he’s doing, and neither does anyone in his welfare state armed forces. Which is why the world is more likely to suffer a brain aneurysm while jerking off to smartphone screens than erupt into the grand ideological Armageddon that Alexander Dugin dreamed of since the collapse of the Soviet Union.

World War 3 might sound badass, but the world is too old, nihilistic, fat, and gay to muster the effort for a proper finale. This loops right back to the farce of Operation Southern Spear: Maduro TikTok dancing away China’s supply of cheap oil. Russian S-300 missile systems explode while confused Venezuelans stand aside, echoing the abandonment of Soviet tanks by Egyptians during the Yom Kippur War.

Russia is more than capable of building an Armageddon arsenal for a World War 3 final showdown. But it’s powerless in providing the KGB/Wagner motivational beatings necessary to transform Nicolás Maduro the Hegelian slave into a Master willing to fight for his people, freedom or big abstract ideas like Multipolarity.

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