We will take back, gun in hand, the People’s House that was stolen from us in 1989:

A soldier in Hawaii, but they’ve just captured Zuckerberg’s house.

Someone raising the GDR flag over the Reichstag

actually its not a painting and there will prob be another in due time like this but when they stormed malacañang palace after running marcos out of country to yankee hands, there were moments like these. and it made me sad

I can’t actually think of anything, to be honest. How is a republic of 1.2 million people supposed to survive without resorting to some kind of fascism?

edit: If a revolution were to happen this is how I’d imagine it being depicted:

yo fumandome un caño en la casa rosada a punto de hacer mierda el busto de carlos menem

I would imagine every monument at the capitol toppled/symbolically hung/decapitated. I doubt many politicians wouldn’t escape to somewhere else to plot their next world domination, but I imagine many pages, secretaries, and clerks would be executed and the bodies desecrated. Epstein type stuff, before, during, and after, maybe. I imagine the same for casualties among the fighters, regardless of allegiances or imagined desired outcomes. I imagine a much smaller population, and hope no ignorant or hothead gets the launch codes. I imagine a much smaller population, and regardless of identity or idealism, people will work together or perish, and many who would work together will be left to perish, and many who will embed and try to sabotage. Maybe after a generation, some collective farms will begin to thrive, fed by blood and body rot, although with the climate catastrophe, I can’t imagine what food will be produced. I imagine much shorter lifespan, with even more poison water, air, soil. I will hope people have a much longer memory and a passion for keeping the people’s gains that runs deep, hot, and strong in the veins of a hundred generations, hotter and stronger than any resentments that may linger.