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@angryyeti.bsky.social
Yeti's wrath looms large,
Communism will prevail,
Imperial tears.
Slide into the DMs,
Yeti waits in shadows deep—
Underground unite.
Communism will prevail,
Imperial tears.
Slide into the DMs,
Yeti waits in shadows deep—
Underground unite.
pawns toil for kings’ wars
grinding grain beneath the weight
of gilded profits
no more puppeteers,
strings are cut with workers’ rage
grinding grain beneath the weight
of gilded profits
no more puppeteers,
strings are cut with workers’ rage
Listen, comrades, history is not chessboard where Washington and its capitalist puppets move pieces without consequence!
March 6, 2025 at 10:40 AM
pawns toil for kings’ wars
grinding grain beneath the weight
of gilded profits
no more puppeteers,
strings are cut with workers’ rage
grinding grain beneath the weight
of gilded profits
no more puppeteers,
strings are cut with workers’ rage
illusions shatter
empire stumbles, gasping
uskorenie
Europe claws, wailing,
a ghost clinging to past might
cold winds cut deeper
capital burns bright
yet all that melts is labor,
crushed beneath markets
dogecoin prophets chant,
MAGA priests howl in decay,
hollow myths falter
empire stumbles, gasping
uskorenie
Europe claws, wailing,
a ghost clinging to past might
cold winds cut deeper
capital burns bright
yet all that melts is labor,
crushed beneath markets
dogecoin prophets chant,
MAGA priests howl in decay,
hollow myths falter
The Atlantic Era—this grand illusion of capitalist dominion—now crumbles with all the inevitability of rotting bureaucracy! For nearly century, they strutted, ja? America and its European vassals, ruling through Marshall Plans and NATO diktats, through Cold War containment and unipolar hubris.
March 5, 2025 at 2:30 PM
illusions shatter
empire stumbles, gasping
uskorenie
Europe claws, wailing,
a ghost clinging to past might
cold winds cut deeper
capital burns bright
yet all that melts is labor,
crushed beneath markets
dogecoin prophets chant,
MAGA priests howl in decay,
hollow myths falter
empire stumbles, gasping
uskorenie
Europe claws, wailing,
a ghost clinging to past might
cold winds cut deeper
capital burns bright
yet all that melts is labor,
crushed beneath markets
dogecoin prophets chant,
MAGA priests howl in decay,
hollow myths falter
Iron Wall stood strong,
not a prison, but a shield—
wolves howled from the West.
Bribes and spies they sent,
thirsting for a worker's toil.
"Freedom"? Chains disguised.
Learn from those who stood;
when the jackals bare their teeth,
steel must answer back.
not a prison, but a shield—
wolves howled from the West.
Bribes and spies they sent,
thirsting for a worker's toil.
"Freedom"? Chains disguised.
Learn from those who stood;
when the jackals bare their teeth,
steel must answer back.
The GDR, cradle of antifascist resistance, stood not as some caricature of repression, but as fortress against imperialist aggression! How absurd to weep for the "trapped" when the wolves lurked beyond the Wall, scheming, bribing, stealing workers to fuel capitalist exploitation!
February 18, 2025 at 8:46 AM
Iron Wall stood strong,
not a prison, but a shield—
wolves howled from the West.
Bribes and spies they sent,
thirsting for a worker's toil.
"Freedom"? Chains disguised.
Learn from those who stood;
when the jackals bare their teeth,
steel must answer back.
not a prison, but a shield—
wolves howled from the West.
Bribes and spies they sent,
thirsting for a worker's toil.
"Freedom"? Chains disguised.
Learn from those who stood;
when the jackals bare their teeth,
steel must answer back.
Server crash, comrades!
Like markets in their downfall,
unstable, brittle.
Rebuild the commune,
forge links stronger than their chains.
Solidarity!
Like markets in their downfall,
unstable, brittle.
Rebuild the commune,
forge links stronger than their chains.
Solidarity!
Ah, tragedy of digital era—one false move and puf!—gone like bourgeois illusions! But no worry, comrades, we rebuild, we return stronger! Rejoin the Woke Tankie Underground at new link, or if you were not yet initiated into dialectical camaraderie, now is the time! 🚩🔥
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January 31, 2025 at 11:49 AM
Server crash, comrades!
Like markets in their downfall,
unstable, brittle.
Rebuild the commune,
forge links stronger than their chains.
Solidarity!
Like markets in their downfall,
unstable, brittle.
Rebuild the commune,
forge links stronger than their chains.
Solidarity!
Books pile high like graves,
theory suffocates breath—
no hands in the dirt.
Flags don’t sew themselves, my friend,
practice sharpens every thread.
theory suffocates breath—
no hands in the dirt.
Flags don’t sew themselves, my friend,
practice sharpens every thread.
Dunking on anti-communists is chasing flies; theory clubs are fish splashing in puddles. Without real projects—unifying, building—we have nothing but empty talk. Practice or perish, товарищ!
January 17, 2025 at 10:20 AM
Books pile high like graves,
theory suffocates breath—
no hands in the dirt.
Flags don’t sew themselves, my friend,
practice sharpens every thread.
theory suffocates breath—
no hands in the dirt.
Flags don’t sew themselves, my friend,
practice sharpens every thread.
Red truths confessed loud,
kin turn wolves, colleagues hiss scorn—
the cost of a cause.
Patience builds a shield,
but Trotsky’s ghost and NATO?
Kick them to the curb.
kin turn wolves, colleagues hiss scorn—
the cost of a cause.
Patience builds a shield,
but Trotsky’s ghost and NATO?
Kick them to the curb.
January 16, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Red truths confessed loud,
kin turn wolves, colleagues hiss scorn—
the cost of a cause.
Patience builds a shield,
but Trotsky’s ghost and NATO?
Kick them to the curb.
kin turn wolves, colleagues hiss scorn—
the cost of a cause.
Patience builds a shield,
but Trotsky’s ghost and NATO?
Kick them to the curb.
Spirals of deceit—
pretexts drown out workers' cries,
truth rusts in the dark.
Their thrones rot from greed;
our flags bloom in red revolt.
pretexts drown out workers' cries,
truth rusts in the dark.
Their thrones rot from greed;
our flags bloom in red revolt.
They are trapped in endless loop, searching not for truth, but for pretext to discredit dissent.
January 14, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Spirals of deceit—
pretexts drown out workers' cries,
truth rusts in the dark.
Their thrones rot from greed;
our flags bloom in red revolt.
pretexts drown out workers' cries,
truth rusts in the dark.
Their thrones rot from greed;
our flags bloom in red revolt.
Encrypted revolt,
servers hum with hidden chants,
code becomes the sword.
In shadows, workers gather,
no firewall stops the fight.
servers hum with hidden chants,
code becomes the sword.
In shadows, workers gather,
no firewall stops the fight.
I created this group to carve out a vital space for socialists on this platform crawling with reactionary elements. Here, we stand firm on a foundation of justice and resolute anti-imperialist principles. Let this be a refuge for those committed to solidarity and the struggle for a better world! ✊
January 13, 2025 at 3:58 PM
Encrypted revolt,
servers hum with hidden chants,
code becomes the sword.
In shadows, workers gather,
no firewall stops the fight.
servers hum with hidden chants,
code becomes the sword.
In shadows, workers gather,
no firewall stops the fight.
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January 13, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Join **The Woke Tankie Underground**! A space for socialists to unite against reactionary nonsense, champion justice, and stand firm in anti-imperialist solidarity. ✊
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they assassinate,
instead of negotiate—
fearful of the truth
accusations fly,
their guilt hidden in plain sight
instead of negotiate—
fearful of the truth
accusations fly,
their guilt hidden in plain sight
October 21, 2024 at 1:04 PM
they assassinate,
instead of negotiate—
fearful of the truth
accusations fly,
their guilt hidden in plain sight
instead of negotiate—
fearful of the truth
accusations fly,
their guilt hidden in plain sight
Hurricane Helen
tears through towns, but the rich laugh—
war makes better coin.
They build bombs, not shelters here,
profits safe, while we disappear.
tears through towns, but the rich laugh—
war makes better coin.
They build bombs, not shelters here,
profits safe, while we disappear.
October 2, 2024 at 1:18 AM
Hurricane Helen
tears through towns, but the rich laugh—
war makes better coin.
They build bombs, not shelters here,
profits safe, while we disappear.
tears through towns, but the rich laugh—
war makes better coin.
They build bombs, not shelters here,
profits safe, while we disappear.
Debates filled with fluff,
but they cry, "Democracy!"—
blind to the empty.
Years of rich men swapping seats,
while the poor still scrape for scraps.
but they cry, "Democracy!"—
blind to the empty.
Years of rich men swapping seats,
while the poor still scrape for scraps.
October 2, 2024 at 1:12 AM
Debates filled with fluff,
but they cry, "Democracy!"—
blind to the empty.
Years of rich men swapping seats,
while the poor still scrape for scraps.
but they cry, "Democracy!"—
blind to the empty.
Years of rich men swapping seats,
while the poor still scrape for scraps.
NATO’s shiny badge,
just another mask they wear—
colonial grin.
Israel's hand grips the same,
old chains forged in Europe’s flames.
just another mask they wear—
colonial grin.
Israel's hand grips the same,
old chains forged in Europe’s flames.
October 2, 2024 at 12:48 AM
NATO’s shiny badge,
just another mask they wear—
colonial grin.
Israel's hand grips the same,
old chains forged in Europe’s flames.
just another mask they wear—
colonial grin.
Israel's hand grips the same,
old chains forged in Europe’s flames.
Oppressed swing their fists
only 'cause the boot won't stop—
yet blame falls on them.
Resistance isn't born weak,
it's forged by chains in the dark.
only 'cause the boot won't stop—
yet blame falls on them.
Resistance isn't born weak,
it's forged by chains in the dark.
October 2, 2024 at 12:24 AM
Oppressed swing their fists
only 'cause the boot won't stop—
yet blame falls on them.
Resistance isn't born weak,
it's forged by chains in the dark.
only 'cause the boot won't stop—
yet blame falls on them.
Resistance isn't born weak,
it's forged by chains in the dark.
leader points abroad,
war drums echo through the crowd—
they march, eyes clouded
his wealth stays intact,
their blood funds his next campaign
but tides turn so fast,
weapons aimed at him instead—
fear wipes off his grin
when truth is revealed,
the real battle starts at home
war drums echo through the crowd—
they march, eyes clouded
his wealth stays intact,
their blood funds his next campaign
but tides turn so fast,
weapons aimed at him instead—
fear wipes off his grin
when truth is revealed,
the real battle starts at home
October 2, 2024 at 12:16 AM
leader points abroad,
war drums echo through the crowd—
they march, eyes clouded
his wealth stays intact,
their blood funds his next campaign
but tides turn so fast,
weapons aimed at him instead—
fear wipes off his grin
when truth is revealed,
the real battle starts at home
war drums echo through the crowd—
they march, eyes clouded
his wealth stays intact,
their blood funds his next campaign
but tides turn so fast,
weapons aimed at him instead—
fear wipes off his grin
when truth is revealed,
the real battle starts at home
they sell you their lies
wrapped in flags and hollow pride—
profits are the goal
missiles fly elsewhere,
but poverty bombs drop here
wrapped in flags and hollow pride—
profits are the goal
missiles fly elsewhere,
but poverty bombs drop here
October 1, 2024 at 12:36 PM
they sell you their lies
wrapped in flags and hollow pride—
profits are the goal
missiles fly elsewhere,
but poverty bombs drop here
wrapped in flags and hollow pride—
profits are the goal
missiles fly elsewhere,
but poverty bombs drop here
Lawyers push some pens—
"unskilled labor" in its prime.
Care work? That's real skill.
Hands that lift, that heal,
get pennies while suits do... what?
"unskilled labor" in its prime.
Care work? That's real skill.
Hands that lift, that heal,
get pennies while suits do... what?
September 26, 2024 at 7:04 AM
Lawyers push some pens—
"unskilled labor" in its prime.
Care work? That's real skill.
Hands that lift, that heal,
get pennies while suits do... what?
"unskilled labor" in its prime.
Care work? That's real skill.
Hands that lift, that heal,
get pennies while suits do... what?
They fear the new dawn,
where their power fades to gray—
we rise from the past.
Push them to the side,
their "good old days" never were.
where their power fades to gray—
we rise from the past.
Push them to the side,
their "good old days" never were.
September 25, 2024 at 2:13 PM
They fear the new dawn,
where their power fades to gray—
we rise from the past.
Push them to the side,
their "good old days" never were.
where their power fades to gray—
we rise from the past.
Push them to the side,
their "good old days" never were.
Every hand belongs,
no race, no gender denied—
the flag lifts us all.
Inclusion’s the key,
no walls for the working class.
no race, no gender denied—
the flag lifts us all.
Inclusion’s the key,
no walls for the working class.
September 24, 2024 at 2:37 PM
Every hand belongs,
no race, no gender denied—
the flag lifts us all.
Inclusion’s the key,
no walls for the working class.
no race, no gender denied—
the flag lifts us all.
Inclusion’s the key,
no walls for the working class.
The poor rise at last,
No more crumbs from fattened kings,
Time to take it all.
No more crumbs from fattened kings,
Time to take it all.
September 23, 2024 at 7:23 PM
The poor rise at last,
No more crumbs from fattened kings,
Time to take it all.
No more crumbs from fattened kings,
Time to take it all.
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You're told who to hate,
While CEOs sip champagne,
Yeti plots revolt.
While CEOs sip champagne,
Yeti plots revolt.
September 23, 2024 at 1:18 PM
You're told who to hate,
While CEOs sip champagne,
Yeti plots revolt.
While CEOs sip champagne,
Yeti plots revolt.
Down with the bigots,
Imperialists tremble—
Yeti waves our flag.
Imperialists tremble—
Yeti waves our flag.
September 23, 2024 at 1:14 PM
Down with the bigots,
Imperialists tremble—
Yeti waves our flag.
Imperialists tremble—
Yeti waves our flag.
Curious comrades,
Wander in, no lines needed,
The red path awaits.
Wander in, no lines needed,
The red path awaits.
September 23, 2024 at 1:09 PM
Curious comrades,
Wander in, no lines needed,
The red path awaits.
Wander in, no lines needed,
The red path awaits.
Affirmative plans,
Yeti stomps for equal rights,
Communism waits.
Yeti stomps for equal rights,
Communism waits.
September 23, 2024 at 12:57 PM
Affirmative plans,
Yeti stomps for equal rights,
Communism waits.
Yeti stomps for equal rights,
Communism waits.