YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I'm tired of all these smiling people in advertisements acting like everything is fucking great. It makes me feel like I'm the only one miserable and there's something wrong with me because of it.

@eris Isn't the point of federation that we can just block their instances? So they'll be existing in their own bubble, advertising to no one but each other.

Listening to independent radio is so refreshing, and it makes me realize how psyopped everything really is

@hideki Or even worse, they were just mad because they thought they were coming to pick up an unattended kid to feed into the system only to find out the mother is present and so she ruined that

@hideki Just realized the cops could have been making a threat to her, "We know where sex traffickers are, would be a shame if something HAPPENED to your kid, don't waste our time like this again (they love when they get to waste time but pretend they don't)"

@nyx What about his feelings? God can snap himself out of whatever feeling he wants to, he's God, master of all, including himself. He doesn't have to be paralyzed, he chooses to be paralyzed. To allow us to suffer must be a virtue in his eyes, and this is why the bible can be used to justify massive evil.

@jansreichs 🥺

@amerika @doorroo @rats I used to think that about fetishes, that they should be kept private, but my stance on behavior in public spaces has become more libertarian. I think it should be the opposite, if a person doesn't want to see others living their lives in ways that make them sick, they need to stick to private property where such behavior is banned. Our concept of private property also needs to be reexamined, when I think of private property I think of a house on a plot, not a town, but there is no reason at all why a town, or even a city can't be private property. And the state can still come in if crazy shit is happening, using warrants, so it's not like it will be a free for all inside the private zones with like slaves and shit. It's just a way for everyone to be free. The people who can't stomach seeing degeneracy get to have safe spaces, and america as a state gets to remain libertine.

@hideki There was a mother who let her child walk home alone AND take the subway to do it, in NYC a decade ago. The news painted her as a hero normal mom in a world of crazy karens. Times have changed, we live in dark times where freedom no longer exists. Pigs talk about sex trafficking but are the biggest sex traffickers.

@jansreichs it makes me seethe that our faggot ass rulers treat them like they're something special when they're not worth shit. We don't need their fucking desert, we don't need their fucking oil, we should have conquered their asses fully and turned them into a colony but nooooooo we had to do it this faggy way because the CIA loves to be fags and play pretend like retards. We own their asses, yet we PRETEND we don't, and so we let them do a bunch of crazy fucked up shit, we should just be open, direct, and firm. Nothing makes me smile more than when fat greasy mudslimes bitch and moan about their women being set free by western values, like awwww you don't like that Mohamed? You don't like when women go free? Yes, seeth more, rant and rave, I'll be at the new strip club we AMERICANS set up, and oh yeah, it's a BISEXUAL strip club so the Durkas will really rage.

Holy shit I saw a femboy post loli on his (bird) timeline like it was nothing and there wasn't a bunch of people telling him to kill himself in the comments 😳 is, is the future now? Have we finally made it?

nini fedifrens

Would you fuck Nikocado Avacado for 10,000 dollars? He would be completely clean, douched out, dusted in perfume and female pheromones, all your expenses will be taken care of for the trip and it will be like a little vacation.

Businessman 1: ...so I traded her in! My new wife's 25
Businessman 2: Mines just 18!
Businessman 3: Mine's 10
Businessman 1 and 2: 👀🥵zamn

@beardalaxy

@beardalaxy it's a meme of a devious looking jewish caricature rubbing hid hands together in a sinister and smug manner

@beardalaxy I see happy merchant somehow

https://youtu.be/zvLmCDgT8QQ

Ok I was critical of "alters" and "DID" before but here's what I went through in life: At some point I got lost in my head, and I forgot who I was, and it felt like all the mes or selves from different points of view were arguing over what to do.

I had realigned or recoagulated after trauma and became a person again, but then new trauma struck and I fractured again. First, all it was, was me and my fear. That was the first fracture. It was more of a split I guess. A division. Like left and right, up and down, north and south. I don't know why it happened. I may have been raped. I don't remember. There's an odd feeling, an odd taste, an odd memory that isn't a memory but a dream, a dream of pain, fear, restraint, penetration, by a large insectoid spider, like from Starship Troopers, not a human being. Or if I wasn't raped and that really was nothing more than a fairly traumatic dream maybe it wasn't what caused the split...maybe what caused the split was when I witnessed my fathers rages, and feared for my life, while his threats were directed at me. Threats of reprisal for betreyal, threats for the purpose of keeping me from telling my mother about his visits, followed by confessions of love and remorse, through tears.

The second fracture was after a person who was very nice to me died for no real good reason at all. I broke apart after that. I stopped being a person for a while. I became a thing, I screamed for days, as hard as I could, I'm surprised no one checked on me, it would've sounded like a murder. Or a birth. The core couldn't hold onto the edges, and it dropped them again. When I had pulled myself together enough to put on clothes, behave normally, and go for a walk, weeks to months after the loss, I examined myself, and what I had found was that I wasn't myself, I was other people. The ones I noticed were a woman, a boy child, an old man, a young man, and the thing from the first split, the first crackup or whatever you want to call it, the thing from that was there, but it was still in the cage I put it in. I bagged everything up eventually, and went on living. But then I had a close call, I almost cracked up again...or maybe I did and I didn't realize it, things got dismal but I don't think I cracked, anyway that close call made me so afraid of everything that I'm scared to take any risks or put myself out there for fear the slightest bump will shatter me.

I call it Humpty Dumpty syndrome.