First they came for BadEmpanada.
But I did not speak, because he is Rude.
Then they came for Kavernacle.
But I did not speak, because he is British.
Then they came for me.
But no one was left to speak for me.
anti-communist artists be like “what if I drew a naked, chiseled hammer-wielding Lenin with a big smoke of plume hiding a presumably medium-large cock”
There's nothing schizophrenic about this. This is a cogent political thesis that also happens to be the same political thesis of the United States and its European vassals.