When I showed my grandfather in hospice Hasan Piker on twitch he said “who is this loser, why does he want my money?” I could have said “Hasan is the voice of my generation; hes the face of the online left; Hasan is the physical embodiment of good in the world.” But I did not say those things, instead I BOPPED my grandfather in the head and told him to watch and listen and learn something from Hasan Piker. He started yelling for help so I BOPPED him again, he was bleeding from his nose now, eventually the nurse came in to ask whats wrong and my grandfather stared at me, then stared at the nurse, then back at me, and I just looked at him with the praxis blank stare I always have and he just gave up on asking for help and went back to watching Hasan Piker, I tipped the nurse 5$ and thanked them for their service as a worker and told them to spit in his yogurt then left the nursing home, knowing I created not just one, but TWO fans of Hasan Piker that day has given me the ideological fervor to keep going on serving Hasan and thus the interests of communism and workers. Sometimes I dream Hasan reads my comments on twitch; sometimes Hasan’s twitch streams are broadcasted on the Times Square billboards; sometimes I dream of Hasan descending on IOF and liberating Palestine single-handedly. All of these dreams are visions and its my job to make them true, all glory to Hasan, defeat the debate bro!