Imagine if you will, that you find yourself inhabiting the mind and body of a liberal degenerate - if only for a brief moment. Whilst in control of this feeble mind you decide to read OP's post. Your hands start to shake. Knees weak. There's vomit on your sweater already - mom's spaghetti.

You begin to seethe. Bystanders start to taunt you with gentlemanly slurs such as "faggot" and "cope harder". But the troubles don't end there. You've been sweating profusely. The chemicals in your purple hair dye start to bleed and leech into your eyeballs. It stings, but not as much as OP's post. You feel cornered. For a brief moment you even contemplate conceding defeat. After all, OP "got you good". A "sick burn" if you will.

What do you do? How do you respond? So many questions. So little time. You start to feel the rage building inside you. "What is this feeling?" you ask yourself. You realize the marxist conditioning has kicked in. You remind yourself that you have trained for this moment your whole life.

You place one foot back and one foot forward. Knees slightly bent (twenty degrees). Chest out. Eyebrows furrowed. You scream out the words:

"THAT WASN'T REAL COMMUNISM"

Then you wake up.