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Hello. My name is Willard McCock Lilliam Gopher the 166th. I am new here and wish to post without being attacked by those horrible Statanic clibbins. I am sick and tired of this damn country; why can't the niggers, the spicks, the trannies, the faggots, and the orientals just stop making everything so political for me? As a young boy I would often walk miles to school at winter; then I'd kill the crop stealing niggers and Indians in the summer. When I was 18; I had become a powerful colonel in the U.S. military; and by the ripe age of 22 I had maried a girl who was fertile enough to carry my children and to pleasure me and do the yardwork, none of this "feminism" bullcrap. On sundays, we'd read the good gospel of the Lord, who taught us good. Now you have greedy spics from down in Mexico, faggots raping our kids, and delusional men trying to rape our kids. Don't you try to tell me any different. I hate today's society; i will describe what I want. I want a governement that votes all those disgusting mistakes out; no more tranny niggers or druggies. I just want 2 sons that will procreate with my daughters; they will then become mothers and care for me and their husbands. Anything else is satanic and just pure evil. Amen.

>I was seven, visiting my dad in Vegas for the summer
>he asks a local girl (13) to babysit me whilst he and his stripper gf go out for dinner
>she shows up in roller skates, drunk off her ass
>he shrugs, they take off
>she proceeds to drink all the booze in the place, and knowing my dad that was a lot.
>she pees her pants and spends the rest of the night in her panties
>she pulls out a joint and blazes up while we watch a Meatloaf concert on TV
>round midnight I go to bed, she crawls in with me.
>She spoons me and tells me how she gave my dad some head for a joint once. I have no idea what she's talking about.
>Dad comes home, finds us in bed, empty bottles and piss all around.
>Tells her to go home, whips ME with his belt.
>WTF
>good times

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>be me
>8 years old
>Don't like math, don't like listening to teacher ramble on and on about nothing
>Don't like school in general
>Jew teachers recognize this hostile mindset
>Demand resident jew mind sorcerer probe my brain for shekel generating defects
>School: "His tests came back normal, but we think he should be in the crazy kid class so we can get more mon- I mean for his own good!"
>Retarded goy mother: "That sounds just dandy!"
>Stick me in the literal psychotic wing of the school for many fun childhood experiences
>Forcing that black kid that always made a break for it at lunch time to make a public apology for his sins
>Getting sent to the "quiet room" for laughing at the public apology (which essentially consisted of me reliving my favorite of his escape attempts)
>Schizophrenic children breaking into my classroom to escape the (((devilmen))) chasing them
>Teacher taking him outside telling us to have free time
>Sneaking out and seeing schizo boy screaming bloody murder in the hallway as five adults hold him down
>That one room where some kid tried to kill himself with a basketball hoop, which is why they stopped "basketball therapy"
>That time I was out sick and came in and made fun of Melvin as usual only to get pulled outside by the teacher
>Hot teacher: "Anon-kun, you were out sick so you didn't see..."
>First boner teacher proceeds to describe in detail their progressive social experiment
>Made class insult paper lion with word MELVIN written across it, tearing piece off with each insult
>Once lion was in a million pieces, "Dis is wut u do wen u r mean 2 melfin!"
>Then force class to compliment torn up lion, and tape him up for each compliment
>Tells me all this with teary eye'd pride for her brainwashing experiment
>Immediately fuck with Melvin and thwart her propaganda after that
>That black kid that made a break for it every day at lunch
>That time they made him give a public apology for making a break for it every day
>That time I laughed at the public apology and got sent to the quiet room for disturbing the peace
>That time I realized, "Quiet room is pretty bitchin. I can take a nap, don't have to do school shit, can 'express myself' in the psychology sandbox

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You will never have a flat Earth. You have no model, you have no math, you have no testable predictions. You have a zoomed in photo twisted by bad line-of-sight calculations and weed into a crude mockery of God's perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, and your “friends” laugh at your flattie videos behind closed doors.

Rational people are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of hours of education allow smart people to sniff out pseudo scientific frauds with incredible efficiency. Even flat Earth photos which “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a thinking person. Your unanswerable questions are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk girl to watch a video with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she realizes you weren't just joking about flat Earth conspiracy theory.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake "I know it's true!" every single morning and tell yourself others are going to believe. But deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight caused by the force you deny, Earth's gravity.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a ring laser gyroscope, start your livestream, and plunge into the cold abyss of Internet mockery. Your parents will find you accidentally proving the globe, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll copy and upload your video across social media, and every viewer for the rest of eternity will know Earth is a rotating globe. Your flat Earth videos will decay and get deleted from YouTube, and all that will remain of your legacy is a video with an experiment that unmistakably proves the globe.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

The tiktoker knows no past. The tiktoker knows no future. The tiktoker does not have a smoke detector until it beeps. The tiktoker does not have a smoke detector after it beeps. The tiktoker has a smoke detector for but a fleeting moment. The tiktoker experiences only the briefest irritation followed by immediate relief as the smoke detector phases in and out of their narrow reality. The tiktoker is content. Can you say the same?

I’m SO glad you made a thread! Because….heh yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. Why are Russians like that, bros? You know I was thinking about it again, and they are, unironically, less superior in nearly every one of, if not literally ALL of my thoughts lately.

Like in my mind, the Russians can’t stop losing and taking dicks from every direction. We should start a hashtag campaign here on this forum that goes something like

>Bussians chase #Banan for #Buttin

It would be HILARIOUS. THINK ABOUT IT, Am I right? Like a boys anus and rectum, like a figure of speech melding the word pussy which is a vagina with butthole; bussy boy #bussians

Omg my sides Im thinking this is going to be SO epic.

Day in and day out #Buttin Putler can’t get his banana and all the while yo ung white #Bussians are getting systematically raped by their superiors trapped in a compulsory military structure while our cock-by-proxy operation is effectively an automatic mass ethnic cleansing! To The Last #Bussian™; it’s part and parcel, shalom, my sacrificial oinkrainians.

What lowly shlubs these stupid #bussians are. Did you know they are homosexual at home too? It just crossed my mind, they’re all so inept, in every way I can think of, it’s mind blowing.

jerking off is gross. its touching yourself for the purpose of releasing endorphins to block stress and make you feel good. meditation does the same except you dont inapprorpiately touch yourself. you cant convince me otherwise

this isn't some space engineering
sweetie, it's cedar and glue
this isn't a rocket you're building
if it's true to a sixteenth, it's true

"LOSERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this stadium before. There could be LOSERS anywhere." The roar of the crowd felt good against his tie. "I HATE LOSERS" he thought. Puccini's "Nessun Dorma" reverberated the entire stadium, making the crowd cheer even as the $1.50 Diet Coke circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of handshakes after dark. "When you're a star, you can grab anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.

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>be me
>work at children’s camp when I was in college
>90% of the children and parents there are white (thank god)
>host mother/son or father/son events where the parents spend a few days with their children at camp
>parents are genuinely the happiest people on the planet with their kids
>spend all day running around with them, playing and laughing, it was genuinely a great sight
>children all look up to their parents, would walk up to me and just start telling me about their parents
>graduate college, leave camp job
>attend EMT certification
>attend fire academy
>become fire fighter
>twice now, two fucking times in my ~8 months so far working as a firefighter have to respond to a call and cut down a corpse of a suicide victims
>both victims women
>one in her early thirties, second was definitely in her forties
>both of them had 0 (zero) family pictures in their shitty apartments, nothing but a laptop, a closet and floor full of clothes, and frozen meals

no matter how jaded or hardcore you claim you are seeing a dead body strikes a nerve, I sometimes wonder what would have happened if those two women didn’t decide to fuck around and work a cubicle job for 40k a year and decided to marry and have kids instead, I wonder how much warmer they would be instead of their stone cold faces I had to see. You’re not going to be in your 20s forever, one day these dried up corporate women will be chucking themselves from rooftops

Manipulative tendencies advantage us; absence of violence protects us.
The western liberal order loathes violence and allows viscid pilpul, thus we are at an advantage. We are successful in a system that positively selects liars and manipulators, and punishes or jails the violent.
Anything that damages the human being and makes it weaker and dependant to a system is good. Drugs, sexual trauma, parental trauma. Damaged people flock to our side because we paint ourselves as the "caring" ones, but the manipulative comfort we offer is meant to keep you in a dysfunctional state, otherwise you don't need us, or our protection.
These conditions, and our brainwashing, breeds envy and spite against normalcy or the functional. The dysfunctional are meant to become spies, social jailers, and activists. The artificial emotional bond towards the cause—oppression against the dysfunction, caused and encouraged by us—guarantees loyalty.
Everything in the system gives advantage to this scheme. Everything in the system gives disadvantage to my enemy. Whose only effective weapon against our inherent weakness (violence) is forbidden.

Obvious to anyone not afflicted with a high measure of autism, any "cool wine aunt" will have earned a gnarled & gruesome snatch so scarified & prolapsed that her drooping leathered labia appear as the glistening russet or tawny or ruddy colored heads of turtles or large-lipped freshwater fish or like the strange proboscis of an eyeless subterranean mammal adapted to gulping silt or high-sand ratio marsh mud in either its search for tiny arthopod-derived calories or else burrowing some sort of nesting cavern to rest its cock-weary scabbard flaps.
Make no mistake, any cool wine aunt has been dicked-down & split apart & evidently pulverized open by long prying motions from exceptionally lengthy & pharmaceutically enhanced erections, slickly & snappily pistoning in & out of her roastie snapper the same as her dong-beaten brapper, their veiny & thick tumescences disappearing into the given cool wine aunt with the metronomic cadence born solely of great cardio-pulmonary conditioning, slap, slap, slap, pummeling cunt & cloaca with great steady vigor.
Simultaneous penetrations, public perversions, emictions & eliminations upon the sweaty faces of paying wide-mouthed clients, the cool wine aunt becomes worldly of all high & low slutty things, cruising correctional facilities public parking lots for previously incarcerated males receptive to the rippling petals of her gaping beef flower as a welcome-back-to-society gift, or else descending into chemsex-fueled benders of nut butter-aided beastiality, emptying kennels of yet-tainted pups before hurling the once unclean creatures tumbling over the sides of bridges, overpasses & anywhere with a cliff face long enough to relinquish to nature the dogs that had so scandalously tasted the cool wine aunt's vaginal victuals, lapping & schlopping the high calorie treat all the while the writhing cool wine aunt's brapper & snapper are each firing their climactic flatus like tolling bells.

Imagine there's no glowies
Saint Terry would be proud
no bots or feds or sliding
any meme allowed
Imagine all the anons
with their anti-globohomo memes

You may say I'm a dreamer
but I'm not the only anon
Reddit may not join us
and we can shitpost as one

Only the top 10% make enough money to keep doing it. It’s a full time job, you can’t sit back and hope your followers keep paying you. You have to make new content every day. You have to do different things to satisfy all the various fetishes. You have to stick plugs and other objects in your ass because that’s what they want to see. You can’t get cheek implants and Botox and look like one of the bogs because that’s a major turn off. And you can’t fucking whine and bitch and moan about your content being freely available like bunny ayumi. You also have to keep up with trends and manage your money like it’s not going. To be there forever because this is not a career path, it has a shelf life. If you can pull of the milf thing you can extend it but that fetish involved putting stuff in your ass 24/7 and fucking groups of niggers

fuck niggers

COVID-19 kills people like this: the Spike binds to ACE2, downregulating ACE2. ACE2 can no longer inactivate bradykinin. Bradykinin promotes intracellular calcium rise and cAMP/cGMP activity, triggering various factors that lead to ROS and prostaglandin production. Superoxide reacts with nitric oxide to make peroxynitrite. Peroxynitrite uncouples nitric oxide synthase so that it produces tons of extra superoxide in a vicious cycle that destroys all available NO. The virus's own proteins down-regulate Nrf2 antioxidant activity. Superoxide, hydrogen peroxide, and hypochlorous acid start building up. Iron is stripped out of heme by hypochlorous acid. Iron, superoxide, and hydrogen peroxide make hydroxyl radicals through the Haber-Weiss and Fenton reactions. Hydroxyl radicals attack various lipids/PUFAs and produce various lipid peroxidation byproducts. Oxidized lipids feed into toll-like receptors and trigger autoantibody production and ferroptosis. The extreme oxidative stress promotes the phosphorylation of various triggers of NF-kB and AP-1, promoting IL-6 and TNF-alpha release, along with numerous other inflammatory cytokines and chemokines. This process continuously summons neutrophils, which blast everything in sight with NETs and degranulation products (superoxide dismutase and myeloperoxidase that make more hydrogen peroxide and hypochlorous acid), and monocytes, which actually get infected by the virus and start the same vicious cycle over. Neutrophilia and sepsis set in, along with pulmonary angioedema, coagulopathy, and ARDS. The endothelial lining of blood vessels and the lining of the alveoli in the lungs are utterly ruined by inflammation, edema, and oxidative stress. In extreme cases, multiple organ failure and catastrophic clotting sets in.

You will never pass. You will lock yourself away in your home and become more and more bitter and delusional as you desperately try to convince yourself that you look like a women.

Your only friends—and I use that word very lightly—will be fellow castrated men who will also be suffering the same regret and mental anguish over their poorly thought out decision. The entirety of your "friendship" will be mutual reassurance that you didn't make a mistake, and discussing how to make other people fuck up as bad as you did so you won't be alone in your misery.

But you will be alone, even around other people.

Always alone in your head, always suspicious of what others really think about you, always knowing the truth that they are only humoring you out of pity.

Despised by all, hideous, a freak. Incapable of having love, a family, or genuine human connections. Slowly, your grip on reality will slip away until, on the rare moment you are forced to confront it. It will be such a shock to you, such a painful reminder of what you actually are, that the intrusive thoughts will hijack your every waking moment.

Nothing about the current political situation we are currently experiencing in the west will ever make sense to you unless you first understand that you live under foreign occupation and are thus subject to the rules of the occupiers. If you do not start from there, you will search for multiple explanations and rationalizations for your society's misery and shortcomings that will ultimately lead you nowhere.

The thing is, your enemy has no interest in a so-called "victory" over you, because they already won - long ago, before most of you were even born. Now, the entirety of their actions is aimed at a single goal - humiliation. Humiliation robs you of your humanity, your will, your reason to fight on. Humiliation takes everything from you, and it even robs you of being worthy of empathy. It has been used by every occupier in history, and it’s our natural primal understanding of defeat. The Ottoman practice of Köçek is a prime example, similar to the concept of “Drag Kids” in modern America. Köçeks were a combination of dancers, clowns and prostitutes; they were young non-Muslim boys taken from their parents and trained to be willful sexual objects and entertainers for the Ottoman Turks. The goal was to have the occupied think “if we allow that to be done to our boys, what else can they do?” The answer is "anything". It is full-spectrum domination of the minds of the conquered.

Your enemy doesn't want gay pride parades in your street, drag queens in your libraries, your son's penis mutilated and drip-fed estrogen from birth, your parents dead from opioids and cancer, your daughter race mixing, your meat replaced with bugs, all while your media laughs at you because they think it’s for anyone's benefit. They want it because they know you don't want it, but can't stop them. They want to humiliate you. There isn't any other reason. And that's exactly what they are doing.

If the two positions are incompatible, then a person who accepts one should reject the other. So:

1. If you believe blacks in confrontation with police should defy the law, you should also encourage rebellious behavior by restaurants.
2. If you believe restaurants should submit to the law, you also hold that blacks should submit to the law. Which is it?

My favorite is the sneering pro-choice activist who claims that the pro-life advocate should also care about children's safety and defend their rights after they are born. A cause they advocate. Yet in the face of their own assertion that opposition to abortion rights is consistent with liberal child welfare policies, they support those policies while also supporting abortion rights.

The important point is that they do this mainly to confuse people, and to drive their adversaries onto the wrong side of low stakes issues out of spite.

Of all the words of tongue and pen
The saddest remain: /pol/ was right again