The Cogitating Ceviche
Presents
The Revolutionary LARPing of the TDS Brigade
By Conrad T. Hannon
Narration by Amazon Polly
There is a particular brand of political enthusiast in modern America who imagines themselves draped in the aesthetic of resistance. Not a real, flesh-and-blood resistance, mind you, where there are costs, sacrifices, and the kind of stark, grim reality that history has reserved for actual freedom fighters. No, this is the domain of a peculiar, self-indulgent fantasy: the belief that they are the last line of defense against a rising authoritarian dictatorship that exists largely in their fevered imaginations.
We see it in social media declarations about "fighting fascism" and "standing against tyranny," complete with dramatic readings of Hannah Arendt and Orwell, usually from an iPhone assembled under conditions that would make the worst sweatshops of the Industrial Revolution blush. But, of course, these warriors of democracy don’t put themselves at risk in any meaningful way—no clandestine meetings, no genuine dissidence, no threat to life and limb. Instead, they favor the performative grandstanding of hashtags and resistance-themed coffee mugs, their bravado only extending as far as their next pithy social media post.
At the heart of this phenomenon is a fetishization of authoritarian collapse scenarios—one that grants its participants a starring role in a grand struggle against evil. They envision themselves as the intellectual offspring of the White Rose, the Warsaw Uprising, and the French Resistance. Instead of sabotage and espionage, their weapons of choice are tweets and overused WWII analogies. Instead of risking imprisonment or death, their greatest hardship is being called out by someone with a blue checkmark. Their biggest suffering amounts to a bruised ego and a momentary social media scuffle before they retreat back to the comfort of their curated online echo chambers.
Nowhere is this phenomenon more rampant than among those afflicted with Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS), a condition wherein every single action by the 45th/47th president—down to his choice of steak temperature—is evidence of a looming Fourth Reich. The same individuals who once scoffed at conservatives for alleged paranoia about creeping socialism now see themselves as the last bastion of democracy, standing courageously against...mean tweets and bad policy decisions. They claim to be at the vanguard of an existential struggle, yet their revolution largely consists of buying "resistance" merchandise and posting reaction videos to press conferences.
Their fixation with the image of a fascist takeover is so extreme that they practically salivate over the prospect of Trump becoming a dictator to finally validate their self-image as underground revolutionaries. The wishful thinking inherent in this is staggering: they don’t just fear tyranny; they long for it because without it, they are just angry suburbanites with too much time and an Amazon Prime account. There’s a perverse yearning for catastrophe, a desperate need for their worst fears to be realized so they can bask in the glory of being “right all along.”
This fixation culminates in the viral checklist of how Hitler "seized power," a list conveniently tailored to fit a modern-day political narrative. As if the United States, with its two-and-a-half centuries of institutions, legal frameworks, and deeply ingrained political resistance mechanisms, is on the verge of being toppled by a septuagenarian in a golf shirt. The argument collapses under even the lightest scrutiny, but the people pushing it aren't interested in scrutiny—they're interested in the aesthetics of resistance, not the reality of it. In their minds, history is a theatrical production in which they are the starring protagonists, bravely opposing an evil empire that is, in reality, little more than the outcome of elections they dislike.
The true irony is that their endless, shrill cries of fascism serve to cheapen the term. Real authoritarianism, with its mass graves and disappeared dissidents, is reduced to "some guy I don’t like won an election." The genuine suffering of those under actual dictatorships is trivialized by people who equate "threats to democracy" with "Supreme Court rulings that didn’t go my way." They exhibit a remarkable ignorance of history while lecturing others about its supposed lessons.
For all their talk of vigilance, the self-declared defenders of democracy have a rather shallow grasp of history. Real resistance movements—those who fought against Franco, the Stasi, and the Khmer Rouge—had no exit ramps and no chance to return to comfortable lives after a few years of tweeting indignantly. Their fates were sealed the moment they opposed power. Meanwhile, the modern pseudo-resistor gets to enjoy a soy latte between insufferable rants about "fascism" on TikTok. Unlike the dissidents of totalitarian regimes, whose existence was defined by genuine oppression, these self-anointed warriors endure the horror of having to mute certain words on Twitter.
At the end of the day, this entire political cosplay is nothing more than an elaborate form of self-aggrandizement. It offers the thrill of rebellion without the consequences and the satisfaction of moral superiority without the need for sacrifice. If these people were truly interested in preventing authoritarianism, they’d be far more skeptical of actual government overreach—regardless of which party is in power. However, skepticism requires intellectual consistency, and consistency is the enemy of those who derive their identity from selective outrage.
But that would require something more than aesthetic posturing. It would require an honest assessment of reality, an understanding of history beyond the pop-culture version, and, perhaps most devastatingly for them, the ability to put away their moralistic costume for a moment and recognize that the world is not a Netflix dystopia in which they are the main characters. Reality is far less dramatic, and the struggles they fantasize about do not exist in the way they wish they did. There is no heroic arc, no climactic moment of redemption—just the mundane political process of a constitutional republic.
Until then, they will remain what they are: hobbyists in the great game of imaginary oppression, more eager for the fantasy of tyranny than the hard work of preserving liberty. They will continue to play-act their role in an imagined drama, where they are the noble heroes facing down a monstrous dictatorship that, inconveniently, fails to materialize outside their self-referential Twitter threads and breathless Op-Eds. And the rest of us will watch, amused, as they march onward in their self-inflicted pageantry, forever fighting phantoms of their own design, clutching their Resistance-themed throw pillows as they wait for a dystopia that refuses to arrive.
Thank you for your time today. Until next time, stay gruntled.
