It's a funnel leading to their final conclusion.
The statistics of fence sitters means that unless any of our guys from any political thinking really fuck the disinterested over hard, they wouldn't do anything. The partially interested would either voice concerns or commit to action based on indoctrinated history.
Those that are much more willing to let bygones be bygones would shudder at the world (((they))) are creating. Those that just want to grill, or play games, watch anime, FOOTBALL!, or enjoy pony, or create, or share jokes, or anything else will be hunted. Some people see the writing on the wall that a terrible time is coming without action.
I don't have hope that the disenfranchised apolitical would do much unless already targeted and have felt some of the effects. They wouldn't help (((them))) either.
The politically active would want to restore the world to a state where actual debate and the evaluation of ideas can occur.
In the point between now, and that realized time something or someone(s) has to make it happen.
My political ideology is the whole kitchen sink. A whole lot could work within the bounds of psychology, spirituality, and practicality. Accomplishing two goals though is a different beast.
The first is a solution to a (((problem)))
The second is ensuring the problem can't take root yet again.
Then two more things, the interim system is either amazing and has no need to be altered, or more likely has to be dissolved once the solutions have been successful.
So when I said /mlpol/ is just political I mean that in its rawest primordial form. It's pony is all ways. Importantly it's friends that may not agree all the time with each other, but to reach for the best we could possibly be in every way possible including political acumen.
If this makes us 'far-right' a handy short hand. Or politically incorrect for striving to be constantly improving. To have some keks and jollies along the way with friends...
That is what matters to me.
An unlikely and impossible joining forming into something amazing.
The clown world is trying to take its toll, and time shifts the sands.