Is it really that hard to fathom that when YOU harass paraphiles out of every space, that they're going to create one for themselves? Stop twisting our every word and action into a meat grinder and stop accusing us of the most heinous shit without any proof.
We're not the type that creates secret abuse rings or whatever. Go plunge into the dark web for that kind of shit. Go use your investigative skills to report actual CSAM or something instead of putting people you don't like in danger.
You just desperately want to live in a world where you've accomplished something, and as long as others believe it, it apparently doesn't matter to you if it's actually true or not. You don't care if you end up abusing innocent people that no one is ever going to believe or give a shit about. You're the monsters that you claim to condemn.
Hey guys just a reminder that societal collapse is a real threat, if the food goes away for long enough not even the enforcement class will be functional. Remember to train for eventualities, even of you're elderly or disabled, train, as pathetic as it will look train anyway. Do it alone if you're embarrassed or anxious. Besides physical exercises train your muscle memory, practice, walk around your private area while wearing your bags and whatever gear (like a fire kit or a hatchet) and you'll notice after just a week it'll feel less awkward, you'll be able to move easier as you lrarn. Remember to learn about fungi, how to identify, for food, study bugs, again for food and bait. Learn basic animal traps like the figure 4 and the snare. Learn how to cook. Even if you're old or disabled, you can still be a camp chef and a trapper. Having skills that can only be learned through experience makes you valuable to others. People would trade a lot for tasty food when all they have is rotten meat.
I wish I could go to one of those social events for sexy people but my attachment style is broken and whenever a popular girl flirts with me I want to beat the fuck out of her, I just do, I hate it, I hate her, I hate the attention, I hate the flirting, because the last time someone flirted with me they hurt me. So I hate flirting. Big bubbly smile, teehee, like you know me, you don't know me bitch, better be careful, I could be a fucking sick fuck you dumb cunt. Go home and croche or something before you get fucking raped (again, because I'm sure someone with a personality as bubbly as yours has been taken advantage of LOTS in this world).
The Trench