CHAZ got CHOPPED. America’s shortest-lived revolutionary government has folded. What else could you expect from rebels shaped in safe spaces, tutored in social media and trained in street theater. Che ain’t a T-shirt, kids.
The Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ) even went through a post-colonial-like name change to Capitol Hill Occupied Protest (CHOP) before Seattle police woke them up around sunrise, retaking the land for the City of Seattle. This secessionist sequel to 1860 looked more like Escape from New York than Antifa Utopia. Begging outsiders for food and medicine while blocking customers and vendors from local homes and businesses exceeded even the Grant Park 1968-like naivety of their generational forebears.
Real revolutions appeal to history, source their support to indigenous populations, and train their team in physical survival and self-sufficiency. Real revolutionaries aren’t nurtured in safe spaces, tutored by Twitter, and expert only in street theater. ANTIFASTAN knew none of this and exposed the fundamental weakness of this new breed of would-be leftist rebels. The only court of public opinion they can win is the one on social media where Big Tech Big Brother can slant the playing field, like Mummy & Daddy did when they were kids. But upset chardonnay hour at the mayor’s house, and no more milk-and-cookies (or, in this case, city blocks, city-provided concrete barricades and portable toilets to play revolutionary), for you.
The insane internal contradictions of intersectionalist idolatry quickly undid what little effort at governing the CHAZ attempted, devolving into an orgy of unintended Orwellian comedy. CHAZ tried a social structure constructed on a “reverse hierarchy of oppression,” where the gold-medal winners depended upon ancestry, biology, or self-identification of chosen sexual status, while the blood libel losers performed public self-humiliating, self-immolating rituals of Cultural Revolution-style struggle or Inquisition-esque confessions of wrong-think culpability. The only thing missing was the $600-per-hour corporate consultant there to teach them about their secret guilt for blood libels they bore from their ancestors. This, of course, soon devolved into extortionate demands based on skin color, with “reparations” of $10 from each non-African American to each African-American, and then crumbled into resegregation by race, restricting resources by race, skin color, and ancestry, inclusive of the necessary collectivist land controls. Social justice Animal Farm;