I wish the internet was fun like it used to be. It used to be fun because I felt like there were communities with (run by) people who had missions in life, it was something to do. Now the dictators in power (leftists and rightists) literally won't let spaces exist where the leader has a real and stated mission. Everything is faggy. Everything is hypothetical. My mission to change the laws for example is NOT hypothetical, I am fucking serious about it, and I know that there's people who hate that, but they are demons and demons are to be opposed. The definition of terrorism is the use of fear to obtain goals, every minor and adult in such a sick society is a victim of threats, harassment, and ultimately violence, perpetrated by dictatorial humans with human egos. This filth is an unfortunate side effect of industrialization, and a total collapse will be the result, what that will look like is unknown, it might look wonderful, or it might look ugly, but it's coming, and after that the richies and the few surviving savages will try to go back to normal like nothing ever happened, they'll call it a big tragedy but that's about all, just like ww2, just like every war. It wouldn't surprise me if the internet "went away", it's already "receding" and gathering places are becoming smaller and more exclusive and more in danger of being "shut down". Because of this I'm trying to spend more time irl, but irl costs money, the internet does not (beside the fee to use an isp), and I am broke. I am sick and tired of people with money telling me that's just the luck of the draw, it is not the luck of the draw it is an organized orchestration of the disenfranchisement of human beings by human beings. It is slavery. I am tired of being told, flippantly, that I am a nothing, a nobody, by sadists who are as shallow as a puddle filled with dead worms. The only thing a sadist understands is pain, they do not care about negotiation or understanding, they do not care about peace, and so the only way to deal with a sadist is to get it to look right while you go left. There's no point in torturing a sadist, there's no person inside there that you're getting to, it's just a thing that screams. There's good people, and there's bad people, there's good people who do bad things for good reasons, and there's bad people who do good things for bad reasons. And any combination inbetween. The filth tries to pretend the sides are so clearly defined when they are not, it tries to put masks on human beings and call rotten bastards heros, heros who rape and murder and steal, and it tries to call victims monsters, monsters who give and share and defend against filth. People can't even feed the homeless, the filth wants them to know better, filth wants them to know the RULES, and the RULES are that HOMELESS go to RAPE ZONES, RAPE HOUSES, to be RAPED. You giving them food might keep them out of the rape house, naughty naughty. Bad human. Obey the filth, good human. Throw your bodies upon the gears of this machine, sacrifice your arms, your legs, because your children come next on the conveyor belt. Stop it for them. What does it look like when that happens? It looks like strikes. Massive strikes. Healthcare strikes. Teacher strikes. Emergency services strikes. Everything must stop. Food will have to be grown independently during this time. But it's the only way. Seriously it's the only way.
spell check is supposed to catch things like insuler but it's psyop garbage now so it lets me look like a bigger idiot than I actually am
I didn't do anything big this Christmas because of medical problems, just not physically up to it, but I did take the time to make cards for family and friends, and I got everyone a gift, it was the same gift, I bought the same gift several times, because it's a good novelty gift that will last forever and also has practical use. I didn't get to spend time with them though, but at least I could give them some gifts and cards.
Vent post that I can't post on my real socials so I'm posting here, about irl.
Ok, I see how it is. I post and post, and none of you can consistently like, or even say hi on holidays? Fuck you. You worthless hillbilly pieces of trash. I hope your gap toothed leatherfaced mamas are proud of what dishonorable little bastards they shit out. You fucks can't even post consistently, you can't even own your identity, you're constantly fucking deleting and curating shit. Or putting zero personality, zero quirk, into your presentation, and then you're wondering why no one is wowed by you, or finds you endearing. Maybe stop sucking. Maybe tell the fucking truth. Maybe wish your fucking family member a merry christmas. I hate to be all "kids these days" but you're some fucking losers. You were supposed to be better than your parents and look at you, losers just like them. Grow up, you can be grown even at 10, grow the fuck up, dust yourself off, quit being a punk, and present yourself god damnit. You are your own best advocate so quit cringing and playing silent treatment games and say what you want to say if you have a problem with me.
Fiction/Fantasy
Using your globally reaching telekinetic powers to brutally mutilate a person to death for playing their little "that's a man" game and not even getting it right because they're saying it about a dyke, so you just fucking kill them, all of them, and one day someone might say "Hey have you noticed all the retards who can't clock have disappeared?" and someone else might say "Yea, it's so nice"
The Trench