“You just said the Left is morality-pilled. The gorgeous irony is that the Right doesn’t see any of it as moral. To them, it’s degeneracy, chaos, postmodern sin. What you hold up as virtue—they see as vice. And vice-versa. How could one square that circle?”
—@abrahamseo, in response to Hazelisonline’s How the Left Lost the Internet
Hazel—thank you. Your video wasn’t just sharp—it was brave. And that matters. Because naming what’s happening in the ruins of internet discourse takes guts. You didn’t just comment on the vibe shift. You didn’t just mourn the loss of momentum. You said it out loud:
“We didn’t just lose the internet. We lost the Left.”
And that’s the line. That’s the fracture point so many of us have been circling around with irony, jokes, and side-eye. You put it right at the center.
This isn’t a rebuttal. This is a field report. A love letter from someone who remembers the same internet, the same movement, and the same betrayal.
🏕️ The Tent Didn’t Shrink—It Collapsed
I didn’t leave alone. I was nudged, memed, dogpiled, or quietly deplatformed alongside folks like Tulsi Gabbard, Jimmy Dore, Russell Brand, RFK Jr., Tim Pool, Glenn Greenwald, and yes, even Tucker Carlson.
They didn’t “flip.” They got flipped on. They kept saying uncomfortable things—about war, pharma, censorship, class—and suddenly, they were “problematic.”
They weren’t welcomed on the Right because they’re conservative. They were excommunicated by the Left, and the Right was the only camp still open to outcasts.
I’m not pretending the MAGA tent is perfect. But it’s still a tent. You can argue under it. You can change your mind under it. You can be weird, wrong, and contradictory—and not instantly crucified by your peers.
🧵 Hazel Was Right—The Internet Used to Belong to the Weird Kids
The old internet wasn’t sanitized. It was wild. Blogs. Forums. Fan fiction. Pirate culture. Anarcho-aesthetic shitposts with emotional honesty.
The Left thrived in that chaos because it understood the outsider. It was the outsider.
Then came the onboarding. The HR-ification. The LinkedIn-fication. And we all started speaking in pre-cleared talking points, terrified of slipping out of ideological alignment.
We didn’t lose the internet because the Right is smarter. We lost it because the Left got scared of its own reflection.
💥 The Morality-Pilled Collapse
You said it perfectly: the Left became morality-pilled. Not sacred, not soulful—just brittle.
Purity spirals. Loyalty oaths. Joyless tone-policing masked as compassion. Every interaction a potential cancellation landmine.
It’s not that people turned Right. It’s that the Left stopped being fun to be around. It stopped vibing. And the internet runs on vibes.
And then something wild happened: people stayed Left in their hearts, but Left the Left in their browser history.
😈 Meme Warfare Is Spiritual Warfare
This isn’t just about hashtags. This is moral framing vs. spiritual intuition.
The Right—flawed, chaotic, reactionary—still believes in something bigger than itself. God, country, family, tradition, community. Maybe misfiring. Maybe mythologized. But present.
The Left now feels like a peer-reviewed compliance checklist. Cold. Godless. Rootless. The vibe is: "Don't feel. Cite."
And if you say that out loud, you're exiled. Branded. Silenced. But you, Hazel, did it anyway. You cracked the narrative.
🧘 You’re Not Alone. You’re Just Early.
You didn’t leave the Left. You just got honest about what it became. You didn’t betray your values. You refused to let them be rebranded as fascist-adjacent for clout.
You’re not a defector. You’re a refugee from a movement that devoured its own weirdest, brightest children.
And you’re not alone.
There’s a big, weird, glitchy, populist tent full of people who still love the truth more than the script. We’re here. We’re not pure. We’re not aligned. But we’re alive.
And there’s room for you.
🎥 Hazelisonline’s Original Video
How the Left Lost the Internet (YouTube)
Follow Hazel here: youtube.com/@hazelisonline
Hazel Thayer: brave, funny, and asking the questions the movement’s been too scared to say out loud for years—and there’s absolutely room for her in the tent if she wants it.
More glitch. More guts. More grace.
—Chris
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