Burn Beijing to Save China — The Only Revolution Worth Having

Burn Beijing

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Beijing isn’t a city anymore—it’s a smog-choked command center for the world’s most sophisticated dictatorship. The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) doesn’t rule for China—it consumes it. It feeds on obedience, drowns dissent in surveillance, and shreds every scrap of human spirit that dares whisper “freedom.” If there's one fire the world needs, it’s this: a total ideological inferno, torching the CCP’s machinery of tyranny until the only thing left is ash and a chance for rebirth.

This isn’t about hating China. This is about liberating it—from the Mao-worshiping necrocrats in Zhongnanhai who keep 1.4 billion souls chained to a dying dream.

Youth Against the Machine: The Silent Spark Already Lit

The revolution isn’t some fantasy—it’s already begun. Not with guns, but with ghosting. China’s youth are unplugging from the Matrix one by one, saying no to the 996 death spiral, no to marriage quotas, no to fake nationalism. Their rebellion has a name: bǎilǎn, “let it rot.” It’s the most dangerous phrase in modern China because it signals withdrawal—not from society, but from the CCP’s game entirely.

And the Party knows it. In 2023, youth unemployment officially hit 21.3%. Then the CCP did what tyrants do when truth becomes inconvenient: they deleted the number. But even their army of censors can’t erase the smell of rot when it’s coming from inside the palace.

Mao’s Ghost Still Haunts—and It’s Starving for Blood

Only in a dictatorship do you hang portraits of a mass-murdering cult leader in your national square. Mao Zedong—the man who killed more Chinese than any foreign invader—still grins down from Tiananmen like the Devil got a day pass. The CCP worships him not for his wisdom, but because he proved that you can kill tens of millions and still control the narrative—if you own the media, the schools, and the history books.

Modern propaganda is channeling Mao’s ghost with all the subtlety of a nuclear test. A recent CCP ad campaign (thank you, YouTube sleuths) even quoted Mao: “We will never yield to the Americans.” It's not policy—it’s a death cult clinging to national suicide.

Xi Jinping: Architect of Collapse, Emperor of Ruin

Xi isn’t a visionary. He’s a pyromaniac with an economics textbook he uses for toilet paper. Under his rule, China’s economy has been gutted like a fish in a wet market. Education tech? Nuked. Real estate? Imploded. Tech innovation? Suffocated under red tape and loyalty pledges.

And when things go sideways? The answer is always the same: more suffering, more sacrifice. State-run posters beg citizens to “earn less” and “work bitterly”—not because it’ll help, but because shared misery is the last thing gluing this regime together. This isn’t “resilience.” It’s a funeral procession.

The PLA: A Parody with Missiles

China’s military is a Potemkin army—flashy gear, broken guts. Reuters pulled back the curtain in 2024: jets that don’t fly, missiles that don’t hit, admirals who line their pockets instead of sharpening their blades. The PLA hasn’t fought a real war in 45 years, but they’ve mastered the art of TikTok saber-rattling and parade cosplay.

The real goal? Distract from a collapsing economy. Rally the peasants with Taiwan threats while the rice bowl shatters at home.

The Empire of Bluster Is Crumbling

The CCP’s global hustle—Belt and Road, TikTok, Hollywood censorship—is dying in real time. Countries are suing Beijing for rigged loans. Studios are reclaiming their balls. And the West is finally realizing: you don’t negotiate with digital Stalinists, you unplug from them.

Even Xi’s attempts to meme-proof his rule are backfiring. The Pooh Bear bans just made the world laugh harder. You want to silence mockery? Try not looking like a cartoon villain from a rejected Pixar draft.

This Is Not Anti-China—It’s Pro-Freedom

The Chinese people are hostages, not co-conspirators. They deserve the dignity of work that means something. They deserve to fall in love, take risks, speak truths—without looking over their shoulder for a knock at midnight. They are not the CCP. They are the solution.

The youth who say let it rot are the new patriots. Their defiance is the first step. Our job?

Amplify it. Encourage it. Echo it until the walls crack.

Final Word: Burn the Ideology, Bring the S’mores

Let’s be blunt: Beijing needs a bonfire. Not of flesh, but of fiction. The lies, the repression, the stolen futures—pile them high and strike the match. America will bring the marshmallows. And when the smoke clears, when the fear is gone, what rises won’t be a phoenix from the ashes—it’ll be 1.4 billion liberated souls, finally breathing free.

Let it rot. Let it burn. Let it begin.