This is why we need mayocide.

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Only a matter of time before the feminist menace nips this in the bud.

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This country won't rest until all men are castrated figuratively or literally.

This on us men that allowed this, not even the shrill SJWs. The beta-male pansies who supported this are to blame primarily in my view. Their balls dropped off somewhere, and it's a fucking shame. The betas and cucks that go along with this are worse than the shills themselves in my opinion.

You make my head hurt, I’ve deleted and rewritten this reply five or six times trying to grasp your position here.

One of these days I want to meet you in real life, just to see what a person who acts like you on the internet is actually like.

I feel like the reason I disagree with you so much is because you misinterpret textual cues and react to them in wildly different ways, compared to most people. I’ve genuinely followed none of the points you’ve made in this whole argument, and have found myself in the unwinnable position of having to reply to just the little bantering insults, because your other positions make these logical leaps I’m not equipped to accurately follow.

man you must live a sad existence. i mean when you're not ironically-unironically gayboi posting in here you're hanging out in the fucking /r/drama discord lool 😂 imagine spending your time like this.

/r/drama discord

This just exists to form a list of primary targets when the mayocide finally commences, right?

I believe bestiality ought to be legalized as here are no good arguments against it.

They say love between organisms of same intelligence level is what's morally correct, excuse me but, that's the stupidest most arbitrary definition I've seen to justify the moral response of ewww.

How about the simple definition of love between anything that consents. This is not arbitrary because I can justify it saying no harm comes to any party involved. This is a good definition without that arbitrary' intelligence clause'

One of the implications of this definition is that bestiality is fine. And it is fine, skewing definition of love to whatever suits your moral taste is equivalent to the homophobes' sex is only moral between a man and a woman i.e. tantamount to irrational bigotry.

You say animals cannot consent? I laugh and your argument, as any zoophile knows having sex with an animal that doesn't consent in damn near impossible unless you have a thing for scratches and pain. To add to this, one doesn't need to go far in this Internet age to discover that in the case of zoophilia too, the animal is pretty damn into it.

I am not a zoophile though, but this logical inconsistency has always rubbed me the wrong way. If someone can show me that bestiality is morally wrong while homosexuality is not, I welcome their argument

ADDENDUM:

What if you were fucked by a horse with your consent?

COMMON ARGUMENT 1: Animals cannot report rape so best be to not take the chance at all.

Response: Neither can animals report any other crime, I expect animal rape to be treated just like animal cruelty is treated today.

COMMON ARGUMENT 2: What about pedophilia?

Response: pedophilia is immoral because the child's ability to make rational decisions is transferred to the parents. This is because children are not free beings as their are subjugated under their parents by necessity and nature.

Extension 1 of argument 2: case of consent of mentally ill and those not incapable of giving consent

I attempt to make the argument that in the case of the mentally ill, responsibility of decision making has been transferred to the care giver and thus utilizing this responsibility for personal gain is immoral.

In the case of animals, it is groomed to be faithful to the human in all circumstances, that is its function (only for pets) which is not the function of a free human.

Extending this logic, using animals to guard your door, by means of the trust bestowed upon you as it's caretaker is immoral as it is done for personal again.

This was brought up in a comment below and a strong argument against this would be to differentiate between using an animal to your advantage say, by guarding a door and using your animal to your advantage by having sex. Both in this case I assume to be consensual.

Extension 2 of argument 2: It is brought up in the comments that animals are mad to do all sorts of things they do not consent to e.g. sniffing hazardous material, being tied down and confined to small spaces, being brought and sold as property. Standard of consent is different but yet is applied unfairly to rationalize prejudice.

I think the commonly cited idea that animals can't communicate consent is a cover story we tell ourselves because we (society at large, on average) find bestiality gross, but isn't based on valid moral reasoning. Anyone who's owned a dog is probably well aware that they signal pretty clearly what they do and don't like. If you make a dog uncomfortable, or cause them pain, they yelp and struggle.

Now we generally have a standard of clear verbal consent for humans. This makes plenty of sense, because humans can communicate clearly, verbally. Is it fair to hold an entire species that can't communicate verbally to the same standard though? I consider it pragmatic to relax the standard, and not consider an action animal abuse if the "abuser" is actually making sure the animal is clearly okay with what's happening.

The other common comparison is between animals and children, with the claim that they can't consent because they don't have the faculties to make an informed decision. I think with human children, this 100% makes sense, because regardless of their in-the-moment decision, they will be left with strong memories that could cause emotional turmoil and potentially psychological issues down the road. I just don't think the same case can be made for an already-mature, for example, dog. If you do something with a dog, and the dog's not stressed out about it in the moment, I don't think the dog's going to be stressed out about it down the line, either.

To clarify, I am not saying it's impossible to rape an animal... it clearly is...I am only saying that it is possible to have consensual sex with an animal who's signals of comfort and discomfort you are competent at reading.

If animals are incapable of consent, then animals naturally having sex with each other is already rape anyways, so they are no worse off in either case.

Laws regarding sexuality place consent as the most important factor, based on the understanding that the lack of consent is associated with a traumatic deprivation of human dignity.

There is a reason why you don't need to ask consent from a sex toy either. They can't give consent, but they can't be raped either, if they don't have human dignity.

There is a reason why the laws where teenagers taking nude pictures of themselves are persecuted for sexualizing someone who can't give consent, are so ridiculous. They completely detach the phrase "lack of consent" from the more meaningful concept of "deprivation of consent", that is the true problem with the whole issue.

please tell me this all copypasta and you two idiots didn't actually type all this dumb shit out

I didn't read any of it, but I'm thinking about printing it all out and using it as terlet paper

Didn't read but I'd like you to know that I was taking call one night, and woke up at two in the morning for a "general surgery" call. Pretty vague, but at the time, I lived in a town that had large populations of young military guys and avid meth users, so late-night emergencies were common.

Got to the hospital, where a few more details awaited me -- "Perirectal abscess." For the uninitiated, this means that somewhere in the immediate vicinity of the asshole, there was a pocket of pus that needed draining. Needless to say our entire crew was less than thrilled.

I went down to the Emergency Room to transport the patient, and the only thing the ER nurse said as she handed me the chart was "Have fun with this one." Amongst healthcare professionals, vague statements like that are a bad sign.

My patient was a 314lb Native American woman who barely fit on the stretcher I was transporting her on. She was rolling frantically side to side and moaning in pain, pulling at her clothes and muttering Hail Mary's. I could barely get her name out of her after a few minutes of questioning, so after I confirmed her identity and what we were working on, I figured it was best just to get her to the anesthesiologist so we could knock her out and get this circus started.

She continued her theatrics the entire ten-minute ride to the O.R., nearly falling off the surgical table as we were trying to put her under anesthetic. We see patients like this a lot, though, chronic drug abusers who don't handle pain well and who have used so many drugs that even increased levels of pain medication don't touch simply because of high tolerance levels.

It should be noted, tonight's surgical team was not exactly wet behind the ears. I'd been working in healthcare for several years already, mostly psych and medical settings. I've watched an 88-year-old man tear a 1"-diameter catheter balloon out of his penis while screaming "You'll never make me talk!". I've been attacked by an HIV-positive neo-Nazi. I've seen some shit. The other nurse had been in the OR as a trauma specialist for over ten years; the anesthesiologist had done residency at a Level 1 trauma center, or as we call them, "Knife and Gun Clubs". The surgeon was ex-Army, and averaged about eight words and two facial expressions a week. None of us expected what was about to happen next.

We got the lady off to sleep, put her into the stirrups, and I began washing off the rectal area. It was red and inflamed, a little bit of pus was seeping through, but it was all pretty standard. Her chart had noted that she'd been injecting IV drugs through her perineum, so this was obviously an infection from dirty needles or bad drugs, but overall, it didn't seem to warrant her repeated cries of "Oh Jesus, kill me now."

The surgeon steps up with a scalpel, sinks just the tip in, and at the exact same moment, the patient had a muscle twitch in her diaphragm, and just like that, all hell broke loose.

Unbeknownst to us, the infection had actually tunneled nearly a foot into her abdomen, creating a vast cavern full of pus, rotten tissue, and fecal matter that had seeped outside of her colon. This godforsaken mixture came rocketing out of that little incision like we were recreating the funeral scene from Jane Austen's "Mafia!".

We all wear waterproof gowns, face masks, gloves, hats, the works -- all of which were as helpful was rainboots against a firehose. The bed was in the middle of the room, an easy seven feet from the nearest wall, but by the time we were done, I was still finding bits of rotten flesh pasted against the back wall. As the surgeon continued to advance his blade, the torrent just continued. The patient kept seizing against the ventilator (not uncommon in surgery), and with every muscle contraction, she shot more of this brackish gray-brown fluid out onto the floor until, within minutes, it was seeping into the other nurse's shoes.

I was nearly twelve feet away, jaw dropped open within my surgical mask, watching the second nurse dry-heaving and the surgeon standing on tip-toes to keep this stuff from soaking his socks any further. The smell hit them first. "Oh god, I just threw up in my mask!" The other nurse was out, she tore off her mask and sprinted out of the room, shoulders still heaving. Then it hit me, mouth still wide open, not able to believe the volume of fluid this woman's body contained. It was like getting a great big bite of the despair and apathy that permeated this woman's life. I couldn't fucking breath, my lungs simply refused to pull anymore of that stuff in. The anesthesiologist went down next, an ex-NCAA D1 tailback, his six-foot-two frame shaking as he threw open the door to the OR suite in an attempt to get more air in, letting me glimpse the second nurse still throwing up in the sinks outside the door. Another geyser of pus splashed across the front of the surgeon. The YouTube clip of "David at the dentist" keeps playing in my head -- "Is this real life?"

In all operating rooms, everywhere in the world, regardless of socialized or privatized, secular or religious, big or small, there is one thing the same: Somewhere, there is a bottle of peppermint concentrate. Everyone in the department knows where it is, everyone knows what it is for, and everyone prays to their gods they never have to use it. In times like this, we rub it on the inside of our masks to keep the outside smells at bay long enough to finish the procedure and shower off.

I sprinted to the our central supply, ripping open the drawer where this vial of ambrosia was kept, and was greeted by -- an empty fucking box. The bottle had been emptied and not replaced. Somewhere out there was a godless bastard who had used the last of the peppermint oil, and not replaced a single fucking drop of it. To this day, if I figure out who it was, I'll kill them with my bare hands, but not before cramming their head up the colon of every last meth user I can find, just so we're even.

I darted back into the room with the next best thing I can find -- a vial of Mastisol, which is an adhesive rub we use sometimes for bandaging. It's not as good as peppermint, but considering that over one-third of the floor was now thoroughly coated in what could easily be mistaken for a combination of bovine after-birth and maple syrup, we were out of options.

I started rubbing as much of the Mastisol as I could get on the inside of my mask, just glad to be smelling anything except whatever slimy demon spawn we'd just cut out of this woman. The anesthesiologist grabbed the vial next, dowsing the front of his mask in it so he could stand next to his machines long enough to make sure this woman didn't die on the table. It wasn't until later that we realized that Mastisol can give you a mild high from huffing it like this, but in retrospect, that's probably what got us through.

By this time, the smell had permeated out of our OR suite, and down the forty-foot hallway to the front desk, where the other nurse still sat, eyes bloodshot and watery, clenching her stomach desperately. Our suite looked like the underground river of ooze from Ghostbusters II, except dirty. Oh so dirty.

I stepped back into the OR suite, not wanting to leave the surgeon by himself in case he genuinely needed help. It was like one of those overly-artistic representations of a zombie apocalypse you see on fan-forums. Here's this one guy, in blue surgical garb, standing nearly ankle deep in lumps of dead tissue, fecal matter, and several liters of syrupy infection. He was performing surgery in the swamps of Dagobah, except the swamps had just come out of this woman's ass and there was no Yoda. He and I didn't say a word for the next ten minutes as he scraped the inside of the abscess until all the dead tissue was out, the front of his gown a gruesome mixture of brown and red, his eyes squinted against the stinging vapors originating directly in front of him. I finished my required paperwork as quickly as I could, helped him stuff the recently-vacated opening full of gauze, taped this woman's buttocks closed to hold the dressing for as long as possible, woke her up, and immediately shipped off to the recovery ward.

Until then, I'd only heard of "alcohol showers." Turns out 70% isopropyl alcohol is about the only thing that can even touch a scent like that once its soaked into your skin. It takes four or five bottles to get really clean, but it's worth it. It's probably the only scenario I can honestly endorse drinking a little of it, too.

As we left the locker room, the surgeon and I looked at each other, and he said the only negative sentence I heard him utter in two and a half years of working together:

"That was bad."

The next morning the entire department (a fairly large floor within the hospital) still smelled. The housekeepers told me later that it took them nearly an hour to suction up all of the fluid and debris left behind. The OR suite itself was closed off and quarantined for two more days just to let the smell finally clear out.

I laugh now when I hear new recruits to healthcare talk about the worst thing they've seen. You ain't seen shit, kid.

tl;dr Don't shoot IV drugs into your taint.

I was on day 10 of nofap before you posted this, you asshole.

Sorry man. :/

But did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.

This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.

This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called “The Better ‘Ole” that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, “Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?”

“Nah I had to go relieve myself.”

After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.

Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: “It’s you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.”

After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous — (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) — except for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldn’t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eyes on the end of a stalk.

I have now become an enemy of all of you, which should come as bad news. The majority mayos just gained a follower. Sincere congratulations to you guys. I hope r/drama gets banned and none of you every see a glimpse of the bussy and mayocide so you so eagerly desire. Have fun always being a whiny social minority that never escalates their status because they refuse to convert people to their side. You guys took an L on this one. Score 1 for the mayo community. Look at the contrast in our reactions. I realized reddit beef is utterly useless and not worth my time as I have real bussy to see and real Seth Rich killers to find in my daily life that do not involve Reddit. Multiple posts have been made about me across multiple subs because apparently you guys have way too much time to sit and dwell about insignificant drama. That's probably why you post here in the first place, if I had to guess. I will be deleting this account shortly, but I will be back on Reddit. Never to return to this region of the site, but just know that I will be out there, fighting for the mayo side from now on. So again, congratulations. If making the normies stronger was your goal, you all succeeded with flying colors. I'm gonna be A-okay in my life. You guys are condemned to an eternity of saltiness and anger toward perceived hellmans-oppressors. I am at peace just knowing that. I no longer have sympathy for any of you besides a minority few that have reached out to me. I will never dedicate a shred of energy to any cause surrounding r/drama or the Autism community because of all of your actions. So please, throw a party and celebrate that. Apparently that is your goal; complain about mayos while simultaneously refusing to explain yourself to them. It's a recipe for total disaster, which I hope I live to see. Goodbye cruel world, and please consider this. The amount of people I have instructed to post bussy: 0. The amount of times I have been instructed to post bussy: 3. As someone who lost a friend to bussy posting at age 12, those 3 can go straight to hell and never return, because they are the absolute worst type of human garbage that can ever exist. I would argue that they are legitimately worse people than some real SRDines that post at r/SubredditDrama. No good person tells anyone to post bussy. Please refrain from telling people to post bussy on the internet in the future, one of them could actually do it and then you'd get locked up for shitposting because those are the laws now

U guys r fucking weird

What's the original of this?

This is the source.

Remember how all the man-haters were talking shit about how they don't need men because they can just get artificially knocked-up? Yeah, about that. Looks like all men need now is a wet hand and access to a lab. Checkmate feminazis!

Can we insert these into bussy?

Awww, and I was just about to upgrade my pussy pass to the platinum maternity plan!

"S-sir, I k-know you have the option to g-grow children, but I'll pay you everything I h-have to knock me up so I can get more welfare."

-white women in 2018