@ChristiJunior Best way to own the Neo-Satanists is to point out that the Black Sun symbol that is popular with fascists these days has origins in Satanism.
@shebang If they are held by a third party yes. Bitcoin is very easy to track because the entire blockchain is public. If your wallet is linked to your actual identity (I assume Canada requires Bitcoin ATMs to ask for ID) then they can easily track you even if you store your coins on a hardware wallet.
Luckily, there are anonymous currencies like Monero and PirateChain.
While the truckers are protesting, they are also experiencing record snowfall. Maybe they should continue protesting to demand Trudeau to admit that climate change is a hoax.
https://electroverse.net/canadian-trucks-running-day-and-night-as-nh-snow-extends-higher/
Imagine being retarded enough to petition your state government to lower your living standards.
https://realclimatescience.com/2022/02/young-people-sue-to-have-their-sustenance-removed/
@Jdogg247 I just realized that I never had duck before and I'm part Asian.
@ChristiJunior @Moon Learn some server administration and web server stuff. I would love to see what a fedi instance run by you would look like.
@Moon You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’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, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.