You're not shit next to me. My genes are just light years superior to yours and I don't even need to look at you.

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Leftists are suicidal and mentally ill manlets. Not news.

It's like the poster boy for their movement gained sentience, called itself /u/stuckinsanity, and made a post.

Mentally ill

is an unironic communist

This shit writes itself

Next time present it with comment, and an agenda.

Jesus titty-fucking christ that was the cringiest shit I've ever read.

Jesus titty-fucking christ that was the cringiest shit I've ever read.

Then read my short story "Through A Black Hole Cemented".

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Ughhhh Beep. Beep-Beep. Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep..... Ughhhh A hand reached out from the mound of blankets and smacked the top of the annoying box, and was back beneath the mound just as fast. This wasn't going to be a normal day. And by that I mean it was going to be a day but there wasn't going to be anything normal about it. After a few more minutes the blanket mound was thrown back to reveal the groggy bone-sack of a 15 or 16 year old male. Zombie-like dragging feet he moved towards the door. With a rush of annoyance he yanked the door open and fell through a black hole. Schwoo-mack! The boy hit the ground with, well, no force at all. He just kind of snapped into existence at an alarming rate of speed. Full awake now the boy took a look at his surroundings. The trees were yellow, that is their trunks anyway, and their leaves were bright red against a blazing orange sky. It looked like the whole place was on fire. For a moment he thought he was in hell but it wasn't particularly hot. Wasn't particularly cold either, in fact, there wasn't any noticeable temperature. The boy, still in his underwear and red-striped tube socks hoped that it really wasn't hell. If it was he was sure to be beset by troves of girls and authority figures at a moment's notice. What with the boxers and all. Wait a minute, that's it. Maybe he's in a dream. Maybe this whole world was some construct of his imagination. That's it, that the boy can test. Now to interact with something in the environment. Walking forward he touched the tree, and the whole thing shook like jello. But not impersonal like jello, more like a shake awake, or a shudder from the touch. And it was followed by a shower of red leaves. Somehow the boy had managed to scare the tree triggering a leaf voiding defense mechanism. This would've been no great inconvenience but they were extremely sticky and the boy found himself cemented by the ankles to the ground. He jerked, twisted, kicked, grunted, and tried to jump but it was no use he was stuck. Barrugh!! The boy looked around terrified to discover what made the noise. But there was nothing there. The whole environment was lifelessly still. But this tree had cemented him in this spot for something. He was either prey or bait that was for sure. And then the tree spoke. Why did you disturb my slumber? Little animal. Startled the boy stuttered for a good 5 seconds over the word what. I said, why... did... you... disturb... my... slumber... The boy just stood there, cemented, agape. Do you speak english beast? Yes, yes he managed to mutter. Well, then why did you disturb my slumber? I-I didn't mean to, I was only trying to get ahold of my surroundings you know. Get ahold of you surroundings, what's the matter you eat some bad ground plants? Well, no, uh, that is at least I don't think so. I just kind of appeared here. I though I was walking to my bathroom, I just woke up. Well I am also awake now thanks to you young man and now I have no leaves. That, I'm very sorry about that. You can have them all back if you want to, they're actually rather an inconvenience to me just now. You're on your own there creature. I'd have to spill sap in order to break the cement, and I don't exactly feel like breaking bark myself. Well, why not? Well. Because the moment I let you free your going to go around disturbing me again and I just don't want to take that risk. Oh, sir I assure you that I will not disturb you again. Nevertheless I cannot take that chance. But, but you have to I'm stuck here. No, no I don't. But won't you grow tired of looking at me. Right here in front of your face. I'll be much more disruptive in front of you than I would be were I released. No, no. Now that you've wrested me from sleep and I can see you your accounted for. Your stuck. That is to say I can go right back to sleep no matter how disruptive you plan on being. Well, well..... The boy broke into sobs, unable to take stock of the morning's events. I-(sob).... I... (sob)... justwannagohome!!!!! I don't even know where I am. Trees aren't supposed to talk and be yellow and have red leaves. Mom!!! Mom!!! Daddy!!! What are you sniveling about boy! I (sob) just (sob) want (sob) to go (sob) home (sob) Well as near as I can tell that won't be possible. WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well for starters you're cemented to the ground. But you said your sap (sob) could (sob) break up the (sob) cement (sniffle) Yes and that would require me to break my bark open and loose some which is something I will not to do. Especially for a known disturber of the peace like you. I was just curious. Well that solves it then? (sniffle) What? Your a cat, and that means I certainly cannot free you! What?! You already said that and yes, absolutely not! Harumph! I will not have you going around scratching up my bark and the barks of my neighbors just so you can sharpen your claws! But (sob) I'm not a cat. I'm a boy. A boy what's that, a tomcat probably. You're not making it better for yourself feline, tomcats leave foul territory marks on gentle trees everywhere. But.. but... That's it I've had enough I'm going to sleep. But.. but... (sniffle) who's going to free me. With no hope of help from the tree and the ridiculous sentence of cat-dom on his shoulders the boy was beginning to accept the hopelessness of the whole thing. A bird flew by and the boy reached out and snatched it out of the air. Before he knew it, it was in his mouth and his teeth were tightening on its neck. In disgust the boy, or maybe he was a cat, spit feathers and blood from his mouth. The bird squawked. Tweet! ABB! ABB! Hungry feline with an appetite for birds cemented by four trees on a hill. But (sob)... BUT I”M NOT A CAT! The bird didn't seem to notice and flew away. Furious and blinded with tears. The boy/cat whatever swung out at the tree again, and again, and again, until a blue viscous sap flowed from the bark, stained his paws/hands and the ground around him. The cemented leaves turned brown and muddy. He tried his legs. PLOP! Brown mud splashed the splattered blue tree as the boy/cat's feet/paws came free. Laughing/crying hysterically the boy/cat lept up and ran from the foot of the tree towards the open purple space on the hill. And flew through another black hole into the side of his bathroom sink vomiting all the colors of the rainbow against the face of the mirror. When the sound of the splashing, projected vomit ended he heard it. Honey you're late for school!

I lied...I can't read :(

Didn't read as well.

Why do they call themselves "Grey Wolves", are they Turkish fascists?

i think it is related to that, ironic obsession with the turkish right is a chapo meme