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With men, it started as a souvenir of places and things you'd done, sailors would get a tattoo from Hong Kong or exotic places, Marines would do the same, or get tattoos showing they'd made it into the Marines. Very few of them would go nuts with it, tattooing their entire arm, or their faces. Those that did that would usually find work in traveling freak shows. And women did not tattoo at all, it was looked on as a blemish on their bodies.
Piercings were limited to earrings, and with the exception of professional sailors, men did not get them. The only reason sailors would was because it was traditional, with a single gold earring being the cost of a Christian burial, if their bodies were to wash up on shore.
Then faggots started to get piercings to signal to other faggots they would buttfuck, and then the media pushed everyone into thinking it was "normal" to shove the equivalent of a bone through your nose, while those pushing the idea laughed their asses off when they saw you looking ridiculous in public.
Now it's out of control, and it still looks terrible.
It's lazy English.
I am.You are.He is.
Simplifies to:I be.You be.He be.
It eliminates plurals.
SAE: Two dollars.Ebonics: Two dollar.
It eliminates the word "the".I am going to the store.Becomes.I be goin' to sto.
Basically, it's a lazy way of talking. It's also a form of aggression to show how little they care about the way they present themselves. If smelling like shit is offensive because it offends people nearby on account of poor hygiene, so too is using incorrect English a way of stinking up the intellectual area of people nearby.
He who is not angry, whereas he has cause to be, sins. For unreasonable patience is the hotbed of many vices, it fosters negligence, and incites not only the wicked but the good to do wrong.-John Chrysostom
You will never pass. You will lock yourself away in your home and become more and more bitter and delusional as you desperately try to convince yourself that you look like a women.
Your only friends—and I use that word very lightly—will be fellow castrated men who will also be suffering the same regret and mental anguish over their poorly thought out decision. The entirety of your "friendship" will be mutual reassurance that you didn't make a mistake, and discussing how to make other people fuck up as bad as you did so you won't be alone in your misery.
But you will be alone, even around other people.
Always alone in your head, always suspicious of what others really think about you, always knowing the truth that they are only humoring you out of pity.
Despised by all, hideous, a freak. Incapable of having love, a family, or genuine human connections. Slowly, your grip on reality will slip away until, on the rare moment you are forced to confront it. It will be such a shock to you, such a painful reminder of what you actually are, that the intrusive thoughts will hijack your every waking moment.
god can you imagine how fun and fucking sexy it would be to be able to compete without abandon against a team of women? i mean they could literally throw themselves at you and you'd laugh as you crush them beneath you.
So this is the power of feminism... ha.. ha ha.
>be me>work at children’s camp when I was in college>90% of the children and parents there are white (thank god)>host mother/son or father/son events where the parents spend a few days with their children at camp>parents are genuinely the happiest people on the planet with their kids>spend all day running around with them, playing and laughing, it was genuinely a great sight >children all look up to their parents, would walk up to me and just start telling me about their parents>graduate college, leave camp job>attend EMT certification >attend fire academy >become fire fighter>twice now, two fucking times in my ~8 months so far working as a firefighter have to respond to a call and cut down a corpse of a suicide victims>both victims women>one in her early thirties, second was definitely in her forties>both of them had 0 (zero) family pictures in their shitty apartments, nothing but a laptop, a closet and floor full of clothes, and frozen meals
no matter how jaded or hardcore you claim you are seeing a dead body strikes a nerve, I sometimes wonder what would have happened if those two women didn’t decide to fuck around and work a cubicle job for 40k a year and decided to marry and have kids instead, I wonder how much warmer they would be instead of their stone cold faces I had to see. You’re not going to be in your 20s forever, one day these dried up corporate women will be chucking themselves from rooftops
Advertising is actually being thrown for a loop because you used to be able to advertise to women and then women would get men to buy the thing for them, but nowadays there are fewer and fewer women with access to a man's money and advertisers have no idea how to actually advertise to men. It's why you see things like the modern Gillette and old spice ads; the tried and true way used to be to make woman think that men who use the product look and smell good, so women tell their men to use that product, but nowadays that method no longer works so advertisers are trying more and more outrageous ideas to recapture lost market space.
The Holocaust was white genocide.If you don't believe white genocide exists, it means you're a Holocaust denier.
> Be jaquan> posted on the corner with dareese> sellin' bags nowamsayn> paperchase.exe> shooting shit with dareese we've known each other since we was kiedzs> both dropped out of school in the the 8th grade > both ran a train on kelsey along with 17 other squad members> Pretty sure dat bitch got pregnant that night> Could be anyones> bet its deshaun> hotnigga.mp3> Both spent some time in the joint> Dareese and I both raped him after he raped me one day in the showers > Dareese is truly my greatest ally> I'd fuck my way out of a thousand showers for that man if it meant i could be with him> No homo tho> night's getting on> made a few sales > usual customers on theirs and one new guy came through akskin for a dime> fuckouttahere.bat> all of a sudden hear the sound of a thousand lips smacking in unison and the feint cries of "SCUUUUMMM GAAAANNNGGG" and "TREEEYYYWWAAAAYYY"> the noise is deafening > getting louder> oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck> suddenly a fleet of beat up 1996 acura's roll around the corner> It's tyrone, the baddest nigga in the hood> " Aye foo where my money"> " a-a-a-ayyyy tyrone we was jus finishin up mane" i stutter> "Well it don't fuggen look like it"
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So, I'm a social worker and I get to deal with a lot of child abuse cases. A lot. When we suspect that there is a case of child abuse in the family of a very small child, such as a toddler for example, as well as examining the child(ren)s underwear, we will sometimes go through old nappies (i love my job) looking for signs of vaginal or anal bleeding.
If the child has been groomed over the course of a couple of years by a careful abuser then there is not that much damage actually. This is when the abuser has for example used toys and mild penetration over a couple of years to gradually make the child more open (in both senses to the word) to sex.
There is a big debate regarding the psychological damage caused but I have found on the whole children who have been subjected to several years of abuse have also had the threat or implied threat of violence, ostracisation, seperation etc hanging over them.
One guy we had have seemed genuinley surprised to hear that they have been damaging their daughter, saying that they loved the child and would never do anything to hurt them. That the anal bleeding was just an unfortunate sideeffect of their love making and he hoped that it would eventually stop happening and that he kept promising himself that he would be gentler the next time etc etc.
To be fair though, I have more sympathy for the pedos than I do witht he violent ones. We sometimes get people who are physically kicking the shit out of their kids or are just neglecting them. The very worst cases is when there is violence, neglect and sexual abuse. Those are the cases I masturbate to the most.
being a social worker would be a good job. Always getting to visit the children's homes, I'd be going thru the undie/panty drawers all the time, probably swiping some for my own pleasure. Maybe in the next life!
>be me>8 years old>Don't like math, don't like listening to teacher ramble on and on about nothing>Don't like school in general>Jew teachers recognize this hostile mindset>Demand resident jew mind sorcerer probe my brain for shekel generating defects>School: "His tests came back normal, but we think he should be in the crazy kid class so we can get more mon- I mean for his own good!">Retarded goy mother: "That sounds just dandy!">Stick me in the literal psychotic wing of the school for many fun childhood experiences>Forcing that black kid that always made a break for it at lunch time to make a public apology for his sins>Getting sent to the "quiet room" for laughing at the public apology (which essentially consisted of me reliving my favorite of his escape attempts)>Schizophrenic children breaking into my classroom to escape the (((devilmen))) chasing them>Teacher taking him outside telling us to have free time>Sneaking out and seeing schizo boy screaming bloody murder in the hallway as five adults hold him down>That one room where some kid tried to kill himself with a basketball hoop, which is why they stopped "basketball therapy">That time I was out sick and came in and made fun of Melvin as usual only to get pulled outside by the teacher>Hot teacher: "Anon-kun, you were out sick so you didn't see...">First boner teacher proceeds to describe in detail their progressive social experiment>Made class insult paper lion with word MELVIN written across it, tearing piece off with each insult>Once lion was in a million pieces, "Dis is wut u do wen u r mean 2 melfin!">Then force class to compliment torn up lion, and tape him up for each compliment>Tells me all this with teary eye'd pride for her brainwashing experiment>Immediately fuck with Melvin and thwart her propaganda after that>That black kid that made a break for it every day at lunch>That time they made him give a public apology for making a break for it every day>That time I laughed at the public apology and got sent to the quiet room for disturbing the peace>That time I realized, "Quiet room is pretty bitchin. I can take a nap, don't have to do school shit, can 'express myself' in the psychology sandbox
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ON THE MAXIMUM NUMBER OF PREVIOUS SEXUAL PARTNERS FOR A POTENTIAL WIFE:By age,Up to 22: None.From 22-26: Upper bound is two.26+: Upper bound is four.After that, I wouldn't trust a woman who had engaged in sex acts with more than a small handful of partners. This implies poor future planning and impulse control, as well as a willingness to establish an intimate relationship through sex acts first instead of affirmation of mutualistic perspectives on the big topics, i.e. sex, marriage, children, religion, politics, future aspirations, etc.Though, what’s more important than partner count (though the smaller, the better, with ZERO partners being ideal) are the circumstances which preluded her sexual encounters.
you, redpill neckbeard, are what is wrong with modern dating
yup. I took a Greyhound-type bus in Switzerland once. It was great. It was all White people, so it ran on time and everyone was quiet, smelled nice, and professionally dressed.
Last time I took public transit in the US, a dark-skinned crackhead hassled me for money while he visibly shook.A time before that, two melanin-enriched gentlemen on opposite ends of the train car shouted at each other about the white women they planned to fuck.A time before that, a mentally unstable man took off his shirt and pounded his ab muscles while yelling about how he had been to prison for stabbing people and was ready to go back (he was mulatto).A time before that, a drug-addled mestizo man on the subway ranted about how he had sex with only fifteen women in his life.A time before that, a group of urban youths practiced their raps, loudly, while standing in a circle blocking the train car exit.
I no longer take public transit
But the last time I took an uber, it was an Arab youth who ranted about how the neighborhood I live in is too rich, white and privileged.
I have to waste money and effort on a car to escape racial harassment.
Don't move to California if you're white.
Absolutely disgusting. I will never be with a female who defecates. The whole reason my last girlfriend and I split was because I found out she did, in fact, poop. For months I had suspected something suspicious. Every time we had ethnic cuisine, she would act very odd, especially afterwards. I would try to cuddle with her and fondle her, only to have my advances rejected and her leaving the room. It all came to a head one day when I came home early from work. As usual I wanted to take my shower, but there on the couch, was my girlfriend pleading with me to wait a bit before I cleansed myself. Well, fuck that. I wasn't going to wait another second to purify myself under my brand new showerhead. It then got even more strange. The closer I got to the bathroom the more nervous she became. At one point she even stood directly in front of the door, blocking me. When I finally was able to enter the room, I was horrified at my discovery. It smelled like shit, and not my shit either. No, this was a different, unknown aroma. So here I am, nose deep in an awful smell, my girlfriend next to me crying. I get PISSED. I ask her where the guy is, who he is and how long this has been going on. All she does is look back at me with tear-filled eyes and confusion as she asks what I'm talking about. I then notice the toilet is clogged and at this point I'm screaming at her about whose feces lay in my toilet bowl. Finally, after what seemed like aeons, she broke down, looked me straight in my eyes and said "babe, it's mine. I told you spicy food doesn't agree with me. " Well, that's all I could handle. I was really hoping she would pull the shower curtain back to reveal a naked man, but instead all I got was an admission that my once beautiful and dainty girlfriend had desecrated my porcelain throne with her dirty whore feces. Needless to say, I packed my belongings up instantly and never looked back. Be careful who you trust.
> Bill holds up an Erlenmeyer flask. The audience ooohs.> "Now this might look like water, but it's actually an aqueous solution."> Audience starts clapping> Electronic dance music starts playing> Adam from the mythbusters comes out on a scooter with colorful beakers and a lab coat.> Bill and Adam start dancing with beakers, audience cheers> Record scratch, music abruptly stops> Zoom into Bill's face, "Now let's get serious folks."> "Can you believe there are still people who believe in God, and not climate change?"> Audience erupts in laughter, more applause> "... and do you believe there are people who still think there are only two genders?"> Audience is now dying of laughter...> "Folks we have a very special guest here today to tell you why space is WOKE!"> Neil DeGrasse Tyson comes out in a space suit> Audience furiously clapping now, can barely contain themselves> Tyson: "The potential for life is everywhere in the universe, Star Trek and Star Wars could be real!"> Audience hands are now bleeding from all the clapping.> Bill: "Well that's all the time we have today, join us next week when we tell you more about why science rocks!"> Electric guitar solo, audience starts chanting aggressively "Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill!" Their claps are now full repetitive nazi salutes.
> Bill rides onto stage on a tandem bicycle alone> Crowd laughs> "HOWDY FOLKS, ARE YOU READY FOR SCIENCE?"> Crowd says "YAAAAAASSSSS"> Adam Savage from Mythbusters is in the background throwing vinegar into a paper machine volcano with a disco ball spinning above him> Bill cracks a glowstick> Audience begins clapping and says ooooohhh> Adams volcano stops erupting, his smile disappears and he looks worried> Audience in unison goes "awwwwww" in disappointment> Bill looks furious with Adam. This isnt the first time this has happened.> Adam looks scared, has bruises on him.> Bill walks over and starts beating the shit out of Adam Savage from Mythbusters> "Folks there is only one thing I hate more than CLIMATE CHANGE DENIERS" he says in between open hand slaps> Crowd is nodding their head in agreement> "I fucking HATE bad scientists!"> Adam Savage is uncontrollably sobbing under his desk.> Bill Nye lights a snake firework on the stage and the audience claps furiously while chanting "BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL"
> Sneaky music comes on> Bill tip toes out from behind the curtains around the stage.> The audience says "Huhhhh??" in a collective gasp, not knowing where Bill is.> Bill is in his Nyddler outfit, what could he be up to?> Tip toes behind little 8 year old girl in the crowd.> Bill taps her on the shoulder and she turns around> "ITS SCIEEEEENCE TIMEEEEEEE!", Bill says as he punches the little girl right in the nose, breaking it> The audience gasps as the girl screams, blood splurting from her nose> Music suddenly changes, whats happening? Bill is transforming> Bill rips off the Nyddler outfit and reveals his classic Bow Tie outfit> "Ooops! Looks like my body was merely identifying as the evil twin, The Nyddler! Science folks, science!"> Bill begins to laugh and the audience laughs with him and begins applauding> Electronic dance music comes on, and Bill dances his way back to the stage> Record scratch, cut music, zoom in to Bill's face> "Lets get serious!", Bill says as he turns his head sharply towards the camera> Bill pulls out out a torch and lights a flame> "This may look like a fire, but its actually a result of a chemical reaction!"> Biiiiiig ooooooohhhh from the audience> Electronic dance music comes back on> Bill freezes, then throws the torch to the side> Bill begins dancing, as the torch lights part of the set on fire> The crowd gives standing ovation as they chant "BILL! BILL! BILL!" (The little girl still bleeding)> Members of the audience begin to catch fire and die as Bill is dancing away in the back> The audience, despite being on fire, continues to clap and chant Bill!
Recreating various outside crisis situations or not results in invisibility and speed,altering you and reality,personally affecting reality,your mind returning to the past(time travel).People who are acidic,nervous,shitty and others are being assalted,bleeding and puking acid.They're hungrily pulling and grabbing peoples sleeping genitals,thirstily turning peoples places into a hotel/outhouse and anally attacking colon cleansed people .Surrounded by the future,the past and nightlights,barking dogs,abductions,disappearances,suicides,murders,suffocations,draining energy.Being pulled towards the future or the past along with your iron coins and other materials your in contact with and surrounded by,people are disappearing,people are being replaced with clones,robots,etc,people travelling back in time are being attacked,getting into accidents or sending messages.People are travelling to the future and to the past.Aliens,people are visiting and sometimes leaving this world,which worlds and times are they from?They're stealing peoples DNA,cloning,growing and using the clones.The souls of the dead and others are travelling into other peoples bodies to be young and healthy.The things in the spectrums that have the opposite affect of the things in the spectrums that cause aging,retards,sickness,etc and there's the others in the middle.Some people know other peoples thoughts and are communicating telepathically,interuptions,influencing,scolding,interference,torturing and controlling peoples minds.People are communicating with other people through nightmares.People are using other people to say their thoughts.They're turning people into traitorous sex fiends or idiots by getting them to look at and/or sniff something or by injecting them with something,preparing them for what´s happening now and after(animalism),your suspicious,nature's,etc examples,stuck in this nest.They're waking people up again and again and people are waking up in this place and they're causing other sleeping problems and deaths,picking,poking,prodding,digging people with medical instruments.The TV creeps and others are accusing people of being criminals and others in a past life,threatening,hynotising,insulting and bothering people about what they are doing,saying and their thoughts,maybe they'll reach through the screen and your reality show from this world,concluding the experiments and cleaning the cages.
whoever wrote this must wear a lot of flannel and not wash often
Irish folks often have a surname that begins with the prefix "Mc."Irish immigrants in the early United States became commonly known as "Micks."The Irish are predominantly Catholic. The rest of the American population was and still is mostly Protestant.Because of this, the Irish often sent their children to separate Catholic schools, and they attended Catholic churches.In the early US, these Catholic institutions became synonymous with the Irish. Everyone who went there was pretty much assumed to be Irish.To outsiders, everyone at a Catholic school or church was a "Mick."The other notable group that was started coming to these schools and churches was Spanish immigrants. They went everywhere that the Irish did.So people called them "Spanish Micks," which was shortened to "Spics."
...so it's not short for hispanic
>anal with some skank>Go on road trip to Canada>Be my buddy>Pick up some pink haired liberal arts sloot>Tells him she's not on the pill>Tells him to stick it up her ass>He does >Tells him to donkey punch her>He does>Pulls her rectum out>She starts screaming>He starts screaming>He realizes it's still wrapped around his cock>Yanks it off and throws it against the wall>It explodes>He puts clothes on as fast as he can>Books it out the door with her bent over the kitchen table bleeding out>He wakes me up and we head back to the US.
Back in their nubile 20s, where these sour grapes spinster cows left them. 54 and "looking for love". Jesus fucking Christ the delusion is unreal.
Psychological projection seems to be a feature of the female brain gone insane. What women desire — male dominance — is mistaken by women for what men desire in them. But men don’t love dominance, or sass, or careerism, or ambition in women. What men love is younger, hotter, tighter. Something which these has-beens lost as a bargaining chip a long time ago. And now they claim the chaps they can get just don’t measure up, which translated from the female hamsterese means the only men willing to fuck them are naggers and low SMV dregs with no standards and no other choice but internet porn. In fact, many dregs would choose the Fap Life before laying with one of these sassy harridans.
Sass is tolerable on a 21 year old vixen. It’s boner death on a 54 year old matron.
Likewise, chasteness and likability are tolerable on a dominant man. But they’re tingle killers on a submissive man.
Dominance is Game and Game is pussy.
And pussy is life everlasting. Amen.
>man wants to live for a thousand years>kids give him that chance>52 yr old woman can't give this>chaps today just don't measure up
They don't understand how to argue.
They're used to the idea that they should be right by virtue of their position in society or the position of some 'expert' they heard about.
So they can't break down the different aspects of what makes a comment funny or interesting because they get too offended by the notion that someone doesn't agree with them nor thinks that the experts they are referring to are respectable.
And by experts I mean people like Bill Nye, CNN, NYT, and so on, the people or groups that are respected by people on the left purely because they have some reputation of supposedly being respected.
So the most they can do is try and look at where comments/ideas are coming and going, while not being able to understand the underlying meaning behind the comments.
Part of their problem is that this worship of experts has led to a hierarchy that disallows understanding outside forces. Decentralized groups such as those that form on imageboards, twitter, or wherever else, become impossible for them to understand because they have no frame of reference due to never considering it necessary to consider things from an outside point of view.