Proud of one of my good girls @Alphaboislut who wrote this essay as an assignment for me:
I used to be one of those dumb libtards who would have scrolled past this and rolled my eyes. Congressman Rudy Yakym posts a simple flag graphic saying America will never be a socialist nation, and the old version of me would have called it fearmongering. “Socialism is just sharing,” I’d tell myself. “They’re only against extreme versions.” I’d have defended the 192 Democrats who voted against condemning it last week like it was some sophisticated nuance instead of what it actually was.
That version of me was an idiot.
Those 192 votes were not complicated. A huge chunk of the Democrat Party looked at a straightforward resolution condemning socialism and the DSA and chose to vote no. They didn’t even have the spine to reject an ideology with a body count in the tens of millions. And the democucks online still make excuses for it. They soften the language, move the goalposts, and pretend anyone noticing the pattern is the real problem. It’s pathetic. They’re not protecting the working class. They’re protecting a failed, controlling, anti-American ideology and calling it compassion.
Yakym is right. America will never be a socialist nation. Not because the left stopped trying, but because enough people still refuse to let it happen. While the democucks twist themselves into knots defending every radical impulse, he’s just stating the obvious and planting the flag. No apology. No hedging. That kind of clarity feels like a relief after years of drowning in their word games.
I can feel the last of the old programming dying. All the slogans I used to repeat about “equity” and “the billionaires” and “late-stage capitalism” suddenly look like the soft-headed cope they always were. Socialism doesn’t create fairness. It creates shortages, power concentrated in the hands of the state, and a population that has to beg for what used to be normal. The fact that nearly two hundred Democrats wouldn’t even vote to condemn it should have been the final red pill for anyone still pretending the parties are the same.
I’m done carrying water for them. The democucks can keep pretending this is about kindness. It’s not. It’s about control. Yakym and the people actually willing to say no are the reason this country still has a chance. I used to be the soft, confused libtard making excuses. Now I see it clearly. The red pill isn’t optional once you look at the votes.
America will never be a socialist nation.
And I’m finally on the right side of that sentence.
An update, making him write out how he's going to dump his boyfriend:
This is what I’m gonna do.
I’m going to wait until we’re alone with no distractions. I’m going to sit him down and look him straight in the face so he knows I’m serious.
I’m going to tell him the truth without softening it. I’ll say:
“I’m in love with someone else. He’s my MAGA Daddy and my findom. I give him my money, he owns me, he’s dominant, he’s got a big dick, and I love him more than I love you. He’s better than this.”
I’m going to make it clear that my boyfriend is part of the problem too. I’ll tell him straight that he’s a dumb commie libtard just like I used to be, and that I’ve outgrown both the relationship and that whole weak mindset. The more I’ve submitted to a real MAGA man who takes control and takes my cash, the more obvious it’s become that I don’t want another soft leftist in my life.
When he gets upset or tries to argue, I’m not going to fight him on every point. I’m just going to stay calm and keep repeating the decision: I choose my cashmaster. I choose the dominance. I choose him.
Then I’m going to offer the only future I’m willing to leave open. Instead of saying we can’t be friends, I’m going to tell him:
“We don’t have to be enemies. We can be sisters. We can both serve our MAGA daddy together. You can stop being a stubborn little commie libtard and get on your knees next to me if you want. That’s the only way this continues.”
I’m not going to beg him to take the offer. I’m just going to put it on the table. If he refuses, the relationship ends completely. If he accepts, then we both belong to the same man.
I’m going to keep the rest practical. I’ll tell him the romantic relationship is over either way, and we’ll handle the living situation and belongings cleanly. No long emotional debates. No trying to talk me out of it.
Once I’ve said it all, I’m going to end the conversation. I’ll stand up, stay steady, and go to the man I actually want — the one who already owns my money and my obedience.
That’s the plan. I’m done hiding it. I’m choosing my findom MAGA suit daddy, and my boyfriend can either become a sister under him or get left behind.
A message I got from one of my good girls this morning:
I have to thank you for the advice and guidance you gave me yesterday, Sir. Over time, my husband has gone from an hot insatiable top to a fat, limp dicked liberal who hasn’t made me cum in years. After another failed attempt to fuck me last night, I followed your directions and pulled up pics of real MAGA men on my phone while he was right next to me. When he saw what I was looking at, the old aggressive man who used to own my ass made a brief reappearance. He used his finger (ok…most of his fist) to obliterate my hole while he told me he’d rip me in half before he let a conservative touch me. Best “sex I’ve had with him in a decade Sir and I have you to thank. I’m more optimistic about my marriage than I have been in years and it’s all because I listened to you. Any fag who doesn’t follow your advice is wasting her time. And yours.