/meta/ - Ruthless criticism of all that exists (in leftypol.org)

>It's not funny
I don't believe this because I always found it funny, even when it's done at the expense of me or other leftists. Is the reason that the jannies truly hate soyjaks because of the fact that, at some subconscious level, they fear that they truly are soyjaks?

Let me elaborate, I know I might sound chinletdy here but bear with me. By this I don't mean the mods fear that they are literally the superficial pathetic, open-mouthed caricatures that characterize the myopia of right wing aesthetic "critique". Rather, I mean that I wonder whether the jannies have banned soyjak because they harbor a deep-seated internal fear that they might be the fabled half-man of outward meekness that harbors internal monstrosities; A being who believes they are good, and takes keen effort in ensuring the world sees them as good, but at a base level can be reduced to the horrors of his or her unrestrained libidinal desire. Moreover, I wonder if the soyjak gets to them because the stupidity of the average right winger that dabbles in soy-art is an impenetrable fortress, so much so that it makes critique of their artwork a psychic nightmare and an internal crisis that emerges from an inability to reconcile with the artwork's irreconcilability.

Finally, I wonder if jannies dislike the soyjak because of an unintended critique laden in soy-art, which generates, within both the right-wing creators and left-wing deriders, a fear of being castrated or of being considered among the castrated. Considering this board is majority-male, I would not hesitate to say that there is a high possibility our jannies might be among the many here who carry a neurotic fear of emasculation.

>It's shitty art
In the same way cave paintings are maybe. As a mark of human existence, soybooru is a treasure of paranoid desire and far more reflective of a universal loop of hate-agony that found a unique expression in the mind of the rightoid: Perhaps our era's version of "futurism". From my understanding, no left wing visual art project, to date, has produced the heights of brutal ecstasy and real-world affect as found in the violence-spurring hyperstitious effect of soyjaks.

I say with great sorrow that it was the soyjaks who had a part in producing Tarrant, and it was the soyjaks who had a part in producing his several copycats. One of my morbid fascinations is reading the manifestos of these putrid psychopaths is that they make use of a dialect of imageboard-speak that sprung from the minds of the soyteens. While this statement itself may be taken as an argument against soyjaks, I think that it is the restrictive reaction against soyjaks by the left that has a part to play in their psychological effectiveness.

To taboo-ify soyjaks, and to deem them symbols of the right, or to ban them under the dishonest pretense of them not being funny, you let them win. You let them empower the creatures with violence, and draw from them when they smash through the glass wall of reality and enter into the night as callous murderers steeped in the hatred of their mutilated aesthetic.

The solution, in my eyes, is to water the soyjak down, to reduce it, to make it superfluous, and to universalize it. As long as we remain bitterly opposed to being depicted as ugly, bald emasculates, then it will remain the punching bag of an enemy who believes our rejection (and perhaps correctly) is a sign that we are, indeed, soyjaks.

I for one see no reason why the ugly, bald emasculate should be reviled and the hostility towards it, or of being depicted it, seems to me the sign of our social backwardness. In our societies rife with violence and hatred, the only solution other than communism itself, is the arrival of this new type of man, this meek, sensitive and intelligent type of man, who does not concern himself with the needlessly serious vanities chased by the right, doomed to be reduced to dust, but with joyful frivolities and the development of his inner self, knowing full well our time here on earth is short, and there is nothing to do but love and be loved.

I'd like to hear your ridicule, but especially your most sincere thoughts, if you have any.