socialism is not a big yeet
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soon to be commentary of the infamous gulag archipelago :)
like ill get to it later cause like i might go easy on reading and actually read *fun* and *happy* books. point is, i want to provide an *unbiased* commentary on the destruction of any moral arguments for collectivism, just not now.
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