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Tradcath LARPers are very mad when its pointed out that their LARPS contradict each other: So mad that they get into dozen comment arguments in an unthreaded comments section. What a mess.

Christ is king though btw.

!nonchuds !chuds

Israel got Tiktok banned 🇮🇱📵

Follow me on RedNote 🇨🇳@NickJFuentes pic.twitter.com/UEqp1qwpNu

— Nicholas J. Fuentes (@NickJFuentes) January 15, 2025

The absolute state of the alt right

A guy tell a girl that money and looks is not most important in life.

She voice tells him: think logically who would even want you without money and of course without good looks, in facts nobody would ever want you

"The worst she can say is no"

Dear Vivek: pic.twitter.com/tQzWG58Mqm

— Sam Hyde 🇺🇸 (@wigger) January 21, 2025

Tiktok being sold to Elon Musk would be like the corrupt sale of state-owned enterprises to Russian oligarchs, or the fire-sale of Jewish furniture after Kristallnacht.

— Nicholas Decker 🏳️‍🌈🌐🇺🇦 (@captgouda24) January 14, 2025

it's so cool!

No refunds Nordcucks

If you frame it the write way in a polite letter concerned about dei controlling your states largest online forum, could you stir trouble?

I bought two buttons but my other on is in my car and I can't be bothered to go get it, here's one of them:

The zoomers aren't going to be okay.

Hello, aryan here. Recently a couple of ubermenschen that I've dealt with have used their home-brewed garage kit morality systems to argue in favor of homosexuality.

They argue that the ability to enthrall (psycho-sexual slavery) any man (they are all objectively homosexual) as a gay lover holds promise for mankind, since men (inherently disposable) can be trained to perform any task, far easier than any woman can be thus trained.

Moreover, their arguments stipulate that by the nature of a homosexual connection, which they assume is based on 'emotions of eros', the loyalty from such bonds is completely and utterly unbreakable.

I must criticize this. As much as I agree with the desire to bring about a new golden age for humanity with gay ubermenschen, they consistently refuse to:

1. Prove that gay men are born with male brains, as opposed to gay brains

2. Properly apply wikipedia-supressed racial IQ and genomics data to homosexual relationships

3. Disprove the commonly accepted (among the secret societies I count myself in) fact that women are, in fact, the superior gender.

While I concede that total trannny internet control would not have been possible without psycho-erotic slave bonds, their arguments fail to exclude the possibility that s control the internet through their superior white genetics. Not to say the least that they have refused to discuss whether troooons have male or female brains.

We cannot yet jump to a hasty conclusion on the merits of homosexuality. If we fail to properly understand it before implementing, we just simply won't be able to compete.

friday hits, and it feels like freedom, the hard part is over! and now you can finally get back to your real life. you make a mental list: chores, friends, family, maybe even a date. you tell yourself, this weekend, I'll catch up. I'll make it count. and then, somehow, you blink, and it's 11 pm on sunday. the laundry isn't folded, the friends remain unseen, and your grocery haul was halfhearted at best. all that's left is the sinking realization that tomorrow is monday, and you're about to do it all over again.

the workweek by contrast drags on endlessly. monday through friday isn't really you it's this version of you that's carefully curated for survival. the fake you. the one who nods along in meetings, answers emails with forced enthusiasm, and pretends to care about whatever meaningless task gets thrown your way. some people you work side along. you can tell they're faking. others genuinely drink the koolaid, or in a twisted way enjoy the mental masochism of typing stupid numbers on a screen. it's exhausting, not just because the work is draining, but because the constant performance of it all chips away at your sense of self. who even is the real you when most of your time is spent playing a role? i feel stupid to even complain considering i have it very lax in my pmc job compared to anyone who has to work hard.

but it's not just the time spent working, it's the fact that work monopolizes everything else. even your free time isn't really free. friday night feels like a race to shake off the week, and by the time you even start to feel like yourself again, it's saturday afternoon. then there's this weird pressure to maximize your weekend, to make it productive or meaningful, or to just relax, because you know it's going to be over in what feels like seconds. and then sunday rolls in, this strange hybrid of anxiety and regret, and all you can think about is how much you didn't do and how quickly the next five days will swallow you whole.

i can't even enjoy vacations for this exact reason. how can you relax when you know it's all fake and soon again you'll be on that hamster wheel. always on edge thinking about how this is fleeting and unsustainable. it would be so nice to be able to wander like in the old days, just move somewhere new with all sorts of potential wacky adventures, jobs, and people to meet.

what's wild is how normalized modern job is. it's just expected that we'll trade the majority of our lives for jobs that barely sustain us, surrounded by people we didn't choose and wouldn't spend a second with outside of work. and for what? so we can cram everything that actually matters our relationships, our hobbies, our rest into a measly two days a week? it feels absurd when you really think about it. this system we've all bought into doesn't leave much room for living.

but what's the alternative? people will say, find a job you love. i highly doubt those exist. and sure, but the truth is, even jobs you love come with deadlines, stress, and the unavoidable fact that you're still selling your time. or they'll say, work for yourself, as if the hustle of being your own boss is any less relentless. it starts to feel like no matter how you arrange it, the game is rigged, you're trading your time for some bullshit that brings you no satisfaction.

and so you find yourself living for these fleeting weekends, these tiny pockets of time that are over before you've even had a chance to breathe. it's frustrating, but it's also kind of bleak when you consider how much of your life gets eaten up by this cycle. sometimes i think about all the hours i've spent staring at the clock during the week, willing it to move faster, just so i can get to the weekend. and then i wonder, what if i added all those hours together? how much of my life have i spent wishing it away? it all becomes this sick blur after a while; the older you are the faster time moves and the more things become this boring routine that you can't escape. i'd rather die.

maybe that's the cruelest part of adulthood not just that the weekend goes so fast, but that the rest of the time feels so empty and forgettable and a blur. you're left chasing something that always slips just out of reach, hoping that somehow, somewhere along the way, it'll all feel worth it. but most of the time, it doesn't. and maybe that's the point to keep you too busy, too tired, and too distracted to ask why this is the way things are.

I'm one of those "ketchup doesn't belong on anything except beef and potatoes" strags but I've been putting it on OTHER THINGS