“Here’s the deal,” the Urbit crew heard the No Agency guy say. “You give me back those twenty hats, I give you back your five thousand dollars, and I never fucking talk to you again.”
The idea -- that everyone is going to willingly turn into a tradcath e-girl or e-boy -- is ludicrous on its face. Dasha and her tankie friends can cosplay as fascists all they like. Peter the Impaler can dump as much money on them as he likes. It's just never going to work. But, like you said, it's been great for the memes.
Same here, I was itching for a rain to come to sweep the scum off the streets, or rather a puritanical vanguard party seizing power and forcing these assholes to dig trenches or something.