If people just had shit they wouldn't be so violent. That goes for all races. Lack of makes you pissed off. Have a snickers. I spend a disproportionate amount of my time hating. I was just enraged earlier today because I no longer get to experience the communal euphoria I once got to have through the real life version of the two minutes hate, because there is no longer a Donald Trump. In the time of Trump it didn't matter what side you were on, you got to have your two minutes hate. Either siding with Trump in hating Them, or siding with Them in hating Trump. Everyone got to have their hate. I loved it. I loved my hate. I loved their hate. I loved our hate. And I loved the power. I loved the power of the hate, the love of the hate. The joy that would course through my system was real, when I saw him shit all over Them, and in times when I found him weak, saw Them shit all over him.
I knew a fag once who was on a crusade against heroin because his butt buddy died from it...like dude, go fuck yourself. I'm sorry your friend died but lay off the fucking molecules it wasn't their god damn fault you ass.
I miss my old days of posting on 420chan but then the owner went fucking insane for libcock and sjw pussy, the man could literally not get enough lib dick in his mouth or sjw pussy in his eyeballs. Couldn't even say nigger on that site. The users were cool though, the sjw retards were in a minority for a while until the majority were kicked out and it was made artificially into a fag sphere.
Fantasy
I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. My brain had short circuited. I screamed to the gym babe working out "I NEED TO FUCK YOU!!!!". She ignored me at first but as I closed distance she looked and her eyes got wide with fear. She was like a rabbit. All her muscles couldn't save her, as strong as she was. I wrestled her down, and submitted her. I made a deal with her, I wouldn't hurt her, and would let her get up when I was done, if she just let me fuck her. I told her I haven't fucked in a decade, and that I won't hurt her, I say I'm just tired of the fucking bullshit, and I'm tired of being denied. She begged me to stop and told me I was a nice guy, she said she would date me if I just stopped. I told her that's sweet, but that it shouldn't take almost being raped to be open to dating a guy. I said if she really meant it, if she really loved me, she would still want to date me after the rape, and she knew she lost. I took her, passionately, and she was crying, when I was done I tried to cuddle with her and she recoiled. I grabbed her hard and held her close, I told her she was my woman now. That for millions of years humans have operated this way. I tell her I'm sorry it was such a traumatic experience, but that she's mine now.
It's been 3 years since then and she's given me 2 beautiful kids, she still works out a lot to keep her athletic body and is a perfect housewife. She understands now I was right, and she admits she loves me genuinely, and that it just took time.
The Trench