>try to open a link

how about some cloudflare neighbor!

>open an interesting article

we got yo dumbass! half the page is greyed out, time to pay up neighbor!

>try to change a password

password not strong enough neighbor!

>open youtube

you gotta disable adblock neighbor!

>search for a video on youtube

no you gotta watch what we tell you neighbor!

>search for something on google

here is some blogspam written by chatGPT with 20 chapters about random shit neighbor!

>open twitter

here are 20 arkose captcha puzzles to solve consecutively, each requiring abstract thinking and 20/20 eagle vision neighbor!

>try to login to work email

enter the 2fa okta pass neighbor!

>open an app on my phone

you have been signed out because of suspicious activity. give us your phone number to verify neighbor!

>open slack

we just updated the UI, now a bunch of useless crap pops up and stays up every time you hover over something neighbor!

>try to edit some js

your node is outdated, you need to update neighbor!

bash isn't supported anymore you gotta use zsh now neighbor!

gotta sign in to git first neighbor!

gotta pull the latest branch neighbor!

gotta merge all the changes first neighbor!

gotta login to corporate vpn before u can push neighbor!

>ok frick it imma just work on my side project instead

package not found neighbor!

this environment is externally managed neighbor!

>frick it imma hop on playstation to relax

need to install this mandatory 50gb update first neighbor!

>wtf bro ok imma just chill n check out this new restaurant

download our app to view our menu neighbor!

!metashit

Raw Egg Nationalist is physically a dark Atlantid but spiritually he is a golden haired Aryan... many of you still don't know the Evolian distinction between biological race and race of the spirt.

— Scythian Bro (@ScythianBro) June 23, 2024

The cope over this guy is astronomical and everywhere. This is just funniest one I found till now, will add more later maybe

The Stonehenge was built by s?

Uggo cope

I can't LARP with kali yuga tho I'd love to cause fricking wignats ruined it with their r-sluration god why'd they have to pick our doomsday scenario pick something from your canon, Nordics even have one but no they had to come for ours fricking LARPyans. Its so hyper specific to Indian context with references to caste and everything you'd think it would be safe from appropriation.

That's right fellow dramanauts, as of this month, I am now a not so proud wearer of glasses. It's probably karma for being happy I escaped my mom's genetic curse while my siblings were out there struggling. Granted the doctor said I've probably always been like that and never noticed but still. It's a very light script so I could have gone my entire life never fixing it. So I won't be like that guy in the Mummy whose glasses broke so he couldn't even see to escape Imhotep. That's been a top fear since my school days.

Also, I was always confused by the crispiness of 4k. Turns out my unaided vision is more like 1080p so that explains that....I look much hotter with the glasses though which I always knew but I didn't want to be that person wearing faux glasses before ( !fashion any thoughts on glassmaxxing?). And yes, you'll just have to take my word for it.

Anyway, thought I'd find out how many of us here are not vision chads/stacys. What's your vision like !poll_voters ?

https://twitter.com/RealPatrickWebb/status/1805778051076083758

The discovery institute is dedicated to advocating for ‘intelligent design' if anyone was wondering.

"this guy is from the other team you guys"

I went to check out that website at the end, run by the far right thinktank discovery institute. Their solution to homelessness is just throwing them all in jail, so that tracks with the content of this video.

Good. These 'people' shouldn't be allowed to wander the streets and harass people

The dude basically stalks homeless people in the Seattle area. No other goal than to get views, and provide footage for propaganda.

It was evident pretty quick he had no true compassion. The lack of self-awareness it must take to film yourself treating people who need help so callously and then cut to a "help the homeless" plea, it just feels like open mockery.

The only way you're going to help these people is to force them into recovery. Put them in jails where they can't sell their bodies or beg for fent money and keep them there for a good long while

“You're in a bikini so I started filming” wtf??? Bro is weird

No, the fat ugly, frumpy street whore wearing a 10 dollar bikini in public is weird.

• • • Ngl shawty was thick in all the right places in that gas station

!moidmoment

Introduction

Hunter Stockton Thompson was born in 1937 in Louisville, Kentucky. It is not known whether he is cricimcised or not. According to biographer Peter Whitmer, there was “a sort of indescribable charisma that Hunter exuded from an early age”, and his peers recognised the “unique sense of humour” that would come to characterise his writing. As a youth, Thompson was very interested in sports, and he played baseball while he attended I.N. Bloom Elementary School. During 1948 and 1949, he wrote and distributed a sports journ*lism newspaper for his neighbourhood, and it served as an outlet for both his love of writing and his love of sports. At the time, Thompson was only eleven, and his writing was “linear and to the point, but that would change as he gained more experience. When he was fourteen, his father, Jack Thompson, died from a rare neurological disorder known as myasthenia gravis. Jack's death had a profound impact on Thompson, and some believe that it is the reason why he “left behind the dream of becoming an athlete”.

Thompson's foray into experimenting with intoxicating substances began in high school when he started drinking alcohol. During this time, he also turned into a delinquent, and his stunts initially involved setting fire “to a small eatery where students went for lunch”, but they soon grew more violent and came to include:

>pouring sulphur across the top lockers at the Collegiate Girls School, and lighting it;

>appearing at the Athenaeum Christmas dance with an entire department of stolen festive lighting; flooding the first floor of the high school with three inches of water during an assembly;

>dumping a truckload of pumpkins at the entrance to the Brown Hotel,

>or chasing the history teacher, Mr. Gearhart, around the classroom, threatening to hang him out the window by his ankles.

Thompson's alcohol-fuelled antics eventually caught up to him, however, and he frequently found himself in trouble with the law during his senior years of high school, culminating in him spending sixty days in jail after being charged as an accessory to robbery. After spending some time in the Air Force, he settled in New York where his passion for literature grew. As Whitmer notes, Thompson would spend hours “reading and outlining The Great Gatsby”, just so he could understand its inner workings. The text was highly influential on Thompson, who would go on to write his own drug-fuelled version of the pursuit of the American Dream.

Thompson the Writer

Thompson's professional writing career started in 1959 when he began working as a journ*list for Daily Record, a newspaper in Middletown, New York. His time there was brief, however, and he soon relocated to South America, where he failed to find a scoop and advance his journ*lism because, as he discovered, “in Brazil, it is more than who you know: it is who you are related to, and how much money you can give to the cause”. In typical Thompson fashion, he entangled himself in legal issues after he was found with a .357 Magnum, and “it then took real diplomatic intervention to extract him from jail”. He returned to the USA in 1963, where he settled in San Francisco.

His return to the USA coincided with the crescendo of the hippie movement, and Thompson had a first-row seat to see it all unfold. He shared some of the ideals of the hippies, as he was anti-establishment, and was a “gourmand of psychedelics”, but he did not always have a high opinion of hippies, especially those of Haight-Ashbury whom he accused of being “lazy, apolitical, unmotivated by money, and totally lacking aggressiveness”, descriptions which they would have likely not contested. He crossed paths with Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters but “his rancid attitude towards the unmotivated hippies, didn't allow him to fit naturally with the peace-loving pranksters for more than a few long drug-sodden weekend blasts”. Thompson voices his criticisms of Kesey and his Merry Pranksters in Fear and Loathing, casting derision on their carefree philosophy. After a bad experience, the protagonist thinks of the hippie mantra “tune in, freak out, get beaten. It's all in Kesey's Bible”, and concludes that it is all “bad gibberish; not even Kesey can help me now”.

Thompson began building his reputation as an eccentric journ*list, and he developed a unique method that involved him using an audio recorder as the basis of the writing and using drugs when witnessing the events that he was reporting. He grew comfortable with what Whitmer terms “confabulation”, meaning he would “glean a few facts from his friends, splice it with his inimitable style, and phone in an article, all the while recovering from a terminal hangover”.

Thompson the Character

To some degree, it could be argued that the public persona of Hunter S. Thompson is a fictitious creation. Even if one accepts this argument, it should not be forgotten that the same could be argued of any public figure who is conscious that they are being watched and judged. Merely knowing one is being observed adds a performative element to one's actions. Throughout Thompson's antics, there is a sense that he is keenly aware of his public persona, as seen in his 2003 interview with Conan O'Brien which he does while drinking liquor, smoking, and shooting with rifles at his own books.

Thompson's self-awareness should not fool one into thinking there are no genuine aspects to the writer's legend. Although his criminal history before Fear and Loathing has been discussed, it should be noted that even with his newfound fame, he continued to get into trouble with the law, including in 1987 when he fired a shotgun at a golf ball on the Aspen Municipal Golf Course. His disdain for those in power is also displayed through the scathing articles he continued to write about politicians, including Clarence Thomas. This lifelong record of criminality suggests that his oppositional stance toward authority and his devil-may-care attitude are integral parts of Thompson that would have existed regardless of whether he became a bestseller and public figure or not.

The one aspect of Thompson that is certainly not made up is his copious drug use which eventually caught up to him. In his later years, his health deteriorated so badly that his physician told him: “You are dead. And you have been for two years!”. He died in 2005, at age 67, from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. It has been speculated that his copious drug use likely contributed to the depression that led to his suicide. The paradoxical legacy he leaves behind, as Whitmer summarises, is that of a “hillbilly high-school dropout with a half-dozen bestselling books to his name”.

Conclusion

There is not much more to be said. The man is a legend. I'm not going to cut myself today because I distracted myself with writing, although I can't stop thinking about sliding that razor on my skin. Tune in next time when I discuss Sodom and Gomorrah.

!cuteandinvalid !chasers

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— 𝕬𝖛𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖝 ✝️⚜️⚔️ (@Christusregant) June 22, 2024

Context:

Incest porn is sanctified by god himself. Checkmate beliefcucks:

This struggle session goes on for a while:

OH GOD IM GONNA SOURCE:

Quick bring up Hitler too:

Antisemitism in my wholesome discussion about Jesus? Yikes:

@jesus defend yourself.

https://twitter.com/shi_b_a/status/1805426393079267688