Woke Communism Reloaded—21st Century Marxism for Idiots Who Think They’re Free

 

Woke Communism Reloaded—21st Century Marxism for Idiots Who Think They’re Free

Today, as I was splitting cords of wood on Bear Mountain Ranch with Tucker Carlson tearing into the latest absurdities in the background, a thought sharpened in my mind, much like the ax in my hands. I stacked the logs under a crisp September sky, staring out at the Northern Alps, listening to Bear Creek roll in the distance. I walked over to my '84 Dodge RAM, grabbed my leather satchel, and pulled out my old, battle-worn notebook. Sitting beneath a 200-year-old chestnut tree, wind in my face, I began to write this down—a no-nonsense take on the festering rot that has infected every corner of Western civilization.

But let’s not kid ourselves here: There is no saving America or the West. None. Any idiot with two brain cells left to rub together can see we’re in the final days of this tragic comedy. “No borders, no walls, no USA at all”—that’s not just a chant anymore; that’s your new reality. Nuclear war, civil war, and the greatest depression in history are all on the horizon. The dollar’s on its deathbed, and society is hanging by a thread. The West doesn’t need saving—it needs to crash and burn.

And you know what? I’m not in the crosshairs. I’m watching this slow-motion collapse from Bear Motherfucking Mountain in Japan. My ranch is fortified, and we’ve got everything we need to live free while the rest of you are getting sucked into the hellhole. Deer, salmon, 19 varieties of trout, cattle, horses, dirt bikes, trucks, tractors, crops, orchards, cider, whiskey, and mountains of firewood. We’ve got it all—and I don’t see a single soy-swilling, rainbow-flag-waving lunatic for miles.

But let’s get to the point: Woke communism is back, and it’s worse than ever. This isn’t your granddad’s gritty, cold-steel Soviet communism, the kind that made men sharpen their knives and stockpile ammo. No, this is the slick, woke version, wrapped in social justice nonsense and sold to you by Silicon Valley elites. They’ve traded the hammer and sickle for an iPhone and a Starbucks rewards card, and they’re shoving it down your throat.

You think communism’s dead? Think again. This isn’t a revolution led by the working class anymore—it’s a corporate takeover, led by billionaires preaching “equity” while flying their private jets. The working man isn’t storming the gates. The woke managerial class is—and they’ve already seized your institutions, your schools, and your damn boardrooms.

Here’s the kicker: ESG—Environmental, Social, Governance. That’s the code name for this corporate communism. You don’t scream “diversity” loud enough? You’re out. Fail to check the right woke boxes? You’re done. Wall Street, Silicon Valley—they’re all kneeling before this new communist fantasy, pretending it's the future of capitalism. It’s a joke. The only thing at stake here is the future of the Western world.

But don’t you dare call this a conspiracy. The evidence is clearer than the mountain air I’m breathing right now. We’re living under a new politburo—a faceless managerial class armed with algorithms, ESG scores, and armies of woke zombies fresh out of university, ready to enforce the new order. Think capitalism’s alive? It’s not. We’re staring down a corporate version of communism, and the only thing more dangerous than the old one is this shiny new model with a smile.

So, what do you do? Call it what it is: woke communism reloaded. This isn’t some joke about “woke capitalism.” This is Marxism 2.0, dressed up with corporate flair. And if you don’t see that by now, you’re already a lost cause. This isn’t a debate for polite dinner parties. This is war—a war for the soul of the West. And make no mistake, if we don’t fight back now, there won’t be anything left worth saving.

But here’s the cold, hard truth. America won’t save itself. The West is going down, and fast. I might be watching from Bear Mountain, where the rifles are loaded and the firewood is stacked high, but I’m still watching. And to the West? Good luck. You’re gonna need a hell of a lot more than that.

Your move.

Stay Hard!

By Bear J. Sleeman, Part-Time Cowboy, Full-Time Sage, Unrepentant Warfighter, and Logger, somewhere between the whiskey trails of the Wild West and the shadowy peaks of the Alps in Japan.