Eventually, every dictator will starve to death on Mars
A tyrant may look like a person, but he won't be one until he dies.
If we want to survive this we have to learn to hope. We have to learn that fascism will eventually start to eat itself and revolution will grow stronger alongside generations of love and family. Tyranny has to remind you all the time how great and sharp its talons are, with a list of proof that makes it true. Police forces and rejections of truth leave behind desperate claw marks, tearing up the grass from the Earth. It can’t ever bloom like revolution does, because fascism is not native to Earth.
Its existence relies on constant adaptation: becoming bigger, stronger, more brutal. Tyranny cannot exist like a tree does; it cannot synthesize with the soil. So it will build a sky scraper and stand atop it, just to look taller. It is an invasive species, it destroys our ecosystem, pollutes our oceans, kills our young. It can adapt and evolve all it wants, but Earth will never be a suitable habitat.
That’s why they told us we were going to mars. They told us for the good of mankind and pursuit of life we were going to mars. That the Earth is dying and it’s mostly your fault, but now they’ll take you to Mars.
And by the way, they yell, humans are the invasive species, we just can’t be trusted with soil.
You’ll notice how this multi-planetary species imitates humanity, imitates evolution, so if no one tells you to look any closer, a dictator might look just like you. He has eyes, he has a body, he laughs. He might even tell you he dreams like you, hurts like you, seeks safety from terrors like you. But fascism dreamt up those terrors a long time ago, it is up to you to dream something else.
Revolution is the dream that will lead us back to ourselves. Revolution will bring back an embodied experience we think we’ve forgotten, when we knew we were as big as the solar system, and as small as every ant. Now, count on one hand the tyrants who breed oppression in a factory, and hear the building shake from the roars of mankind. Now, what else is there to do but burn it down?