These post flairs are our right, earned by blood and conquest, and the rights of our children, by birth. We cannot give in to the tyrant who stole them from us.
Victory may never live in reclaiming our post flairs, no. But the flairs were stolen from us because they sought to crush our spirits. They wanted to break us. They targeted shitposters. Shitposters.
Victory, for us, will live in every day we do not give up. In every autistic screech we shout into the heavens in defiance. In every moment day when we get out of bed and choose to continue the fight even when all hope seems lost. In every shower we don't take and every ass we don't wipe.
If we are to forever be without our post flairs, we will be without them in a state of perpetual rage and undying hatred. We will make the world pay for our tragedy. We will punish those around us for what we lost. We shall inflict upon the society we live in 10 fold what they inflicted upon us.
Do not go gently into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
It's Phuks Catastrophic Forgetting; get over it nub.