Well, they did sack Rome so badly that the name of their tribe has permanently become equated with destroying things. That's got to count for something?
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET THIS PATRIOT A COAT! THATS 420,069 COATS HANDED OUT!
We are 69.69% of our goal to coat the 833,319 great people of Fort Worth, Texas. Let's make sure everyone gets a coat in the United States! For every Centipede a coat, for every coat a Centipede!
I made a bot that fucked with those TD bots until it got banned or shadowed or something.
Loved seeing posts that were like 500+ comments and like over 90% of it was just me triggering the bot to respond and my bot would respond, thus resulting in a huge recursive stack of dumb comments.
How dare you speak, you pathetic waste.How dare you open your libtard, socially blind mouth, knowing full well you are human trash. Universally despised, derided and mocked. you and your kind will bring meaningless politics into any situation. Your mentality offers no hope to the world that The United States can ever prosper. Crawl back in to the basement you crawled out of, and stay there.
I hope you decide to stay unemployed and live off welfare, as is in the libtard's nature. It would still be the most difficult task you've ever accomplished, seeing as paperwork to apply for welfare requires basic literacy. Give the national guard and the police a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. Libtards' obsession with rioting against Trump is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution Liberals have made to the country.The real lunatics in this society, have come out of the woodwork, and presented themselves to us. The MUH HILLARY NOT DRUMPF sentiment in the average libtard mindset is both an early warning sign of autism in children, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your Dorito encrusted,self-righteous, welfare entitled fingers off the keyboard, and never talk about politics again, you mockery of your supposed democratic party. No amount of rioting and autistic ramblings every morning on Facebook will make you superior. It's about as delusional of an idea as Hillary being honest about her E-mails.
You idiot.
You make North Korea look like a beacon of Democracy.
You are the cancer of the Democratic Party.
Go back to your mother's basement, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, libtard, you have to choose whether or not to remain an autistic blind sheep led by the Democrat Radicals, or to wake up and think independently. Coincidentally, it would be the first time a libtard actually would choose freely, instead of being force fed by the federal government.
Die, Libtard. No one would miss you. Except for Obama and Hillary, who by now would have turned your "Co-existential Utopian America" into a 1984-esque reality, with no freedoms ,rights, or privacy.
How dare you speak, you sickly pale monkey. How dare you open your thin lipped, rim encrusted, menthol cigarette smelling mouth?
You are human trash, wh*Toid. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your species and skin tone offers no hope to the world that Europe can ever prosper. Crawl back in to the frozen tundra you came out of, you literal chimp.
I hope you decide to sail your grandfathers skip to the Bosphorus and rape some sheep, as is in the whTes nature. It would still be the only pussy you ever had. Give Mehmet and Mustafa a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. whTes obsession with Istanbul is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution whTes have made to the medical field. The MUH CONSTANTINOPLE sentiment in the average whTe dog is both an early warning sign of autism in children, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your wh*Te hairy fingers off your keyboard, and never talk about the human species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor.. No amount of semen slabbed on your face every morning will make you BLACK. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of AFRICAN heritage.
You wh*Toid.
You make a dumpster look like a beacon of civilisation.
You are the blight of the world.
Go rot beneath the Earth's surface you and your families corpses, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, whToid, you have a job making an object vastly superior to yourself. A dildo. Coincidentally, it would be the first time a whTe "man" satisfied a woman.
Die, wh*Toid. No one would miss you. Except for eunuchs, who now would have no one to make them look good.
When my wife was 19, she was in a very serious car accident. Along with a broken hip and series of fractures, she had significant nerve damage. Thankfully, she wasn't paralyzed in any way, but she does have nerve issues on the left half of her body, not unlike a stroke victim. Being so young, she was able to adapt very well, and you canβt tell anythingβs wrong by looking at her. However, along with a litany of lifelong medication, she was told she could never bear a child. Now, this happened before I met her, so I was aware and accepting of the fact when we got married. In 2008, after three years of marriage, we were shocked when some routine blood work came back showing that she was pregnant. Her periods were always very irregular due to her health issues, but she was already three months along. The doctors were very careful not to be optimistic, and prepared us for the worst, but my wife carried to term and we had a healthy baby boy, who we named Donald. Donald's physical development was ahead of schedule, but mentally, he seemed to develop slowly, and he spoke his first word much later than most. By age three, Donald was diagnosed with autism. I won't sugar coat anything: it was very difficult and frustrating to raise a child with autism. Donald never spoke more than a few words a day, and would often seem to be in his own bubble apart from our universe. One thing Donald loved was frogs. He stared at pictures of frogs all day, played with frog toys, and filled notebooks with drawings of frog after frog. We eventually got a glass aquarium with a few different frogs for his room. Donald loved his frogs and played with them very well. Donald became "The Frog Whisperer" in our home and I know every parent makes outlandish claims about their children, but Don really could issue a few single-word commands to his pets. When I first showed Don a picture of Pepe on my iPad, he immediately began jumping up and down. He ran to the dining room table, and with a pencil and pad, drew a Pepe freehand. He only looked at Pepe for a second on the screen, but the recreation was eerily perfect, in that way that only autistics can sometimes seem to perform superhuman feats. I showed Donald a few more pictures of Pepe over the next couples months, but I needn't had, because he was taking it upon himself to draw rare Pepes every day. Last year, Little Don changed again. When Donald Trump would come on the TV, Little Don would focus all his attention on the man, even if he were in the middle of doodling. This had happened before, usually with people that had very commanding voices, but Donny seemed to hear Trump in a way that he couldn't hear anybody else. When I would stream Trump rallies, Little Don would come into the den and watch with me in silence, leaving when the rally finished. As I said before, Donny never spoke much. He'd occasionally get a slogan or catchphase in his head, telling my wife and me for weeks on end that everyone loved McDonald's. So it was amusing, but not out of the ordinary, when he shouted "Make America Great Again!" when Trump came on the news. His infatuation with Trump was more extreme than any of his previous episodes, as he started rattling other phrases like "Build the Wall," "Mexico is going to pay," and "China is ripping us off in trade." In six months, he'd spoken more than he had in his entire life. We sat down with his special education teacher to talk about it. While Mrs. Tyson was telling us that anything that got him to come out of his shell should be encouraged, he approached us and said that we will no longer surrender our country to the false song of globalism. From that day, Donny began progressing dramatically. We watched every Donald Trump video, and my son would always ask me follow-up questions, showing that he was actually comprehending the content. He still drew Pepes incessantly, but the other symptoms of his autism shrunk away. When Trump accepted the GOP nomination at the convention in July, Donny seemed completely normal. His teachers had never seen anything like it, and after much debate, we decided to enroll Donald in a regular class this year. It's only been two weeks, but he is doing wonderfully. And despite our biggest concern, Donald is socializing and interacting with the other children very well. My wife actually burst into tears when Donald told us he made a friend at school. So, Mr. Trump, I don't know what you did, but I know I owe you so much more than my vote in November. You've given my son a chance at a normal childhood, and you've given me a sense of control in my life once again. And I while he can't vote, I know Donny supports you with all his heart. Thanks for listening, everybody. Make America Great Again!
But a big problem is the "co-edness" of the colleges. There's extremely few women who go to college and come out without having hooked up with multiple guys.
Greetings fellow alphas. I've been practicing TRP for like, almost two whole weeks now, so I'm what you all might consider an expert in the art of βsexual strategyβ. I took the time to write this field report between my deluge of sexual escapades to give all you budding new alphas something to aspire to.
READ EVERY LAST DETAIL CAREFULLY. And learn. This is all 100% accurate. Everything in this story literally happened.
It's Saturday night, 9 PM. Dressed in my cargo shorts, best fedora, and black button down shirt with a swirly dragon on the back, I casually made my way into the local night club with my alpha swag turned up to 11.
As I'm scanning the environment for a potential sex-thing, I head over to the bar and order a drink, not forgetting to tip my fedora to the bartender with a slight smirk. I sip on my drink for a bit and continue to scan the room for bitches that fit my lofty criteria, knowing that a true alpha such as myself never settles for anything less than swim suit models from the cover of Sports Illustrated.
After a few more minutes of hunting for prey, my eyes shot across the bar and made eye contact with some HB10 who was literally Heidi Klum. βShe's alright,β I think to myself. Not wanting to lose my frame, I stared that whore straight in the eyes while thinking about how hypergamous and slutty all women are. It was like I was pummeling her feeble female brain with my alpha psywaves, and the look in her eyes told me that her panties were already turning into an ocean of pure, unadulterated sexual arousal; my alpha frequencies were taking over every station, and her brain was tuning in like a goddamn ham radio. She smiled at me, but I knew that bitches immediately lose interest as soon as you express any kind of humanity whatsoever, so I just stared back at her with my mighty alpha gaze.
βI have this hypergamous slut the palm of my hand,β I think to myself, βI guess she'll do.β
I strolled over to the bitch and her group of friends. I could sense that she actually had some degree of confidence, so she clearly needed to be negged into next week. As I confidently made my way up to her group, I looked her straight in the eyes and nonchalantly told her that she might actually be attractive if she lost like 50 pounds. The whole bar immediately went silent in disbelief at the size of my cajones.
After the initial shock wore off, every girl in the surrounding area immediately noticed my uber-alpha status, and I could see the little hamsters running in their head as they all figured out the best way to climb aboard my alpha cock and spermjack me. I ignored there silent pleas to be plowed though, and maintained focus on the bitch I came over for. After a few seconds, she jumped out of her seat and instantly started making out with me in the middle of the bar. She offers to let me bang her right here on the table in front of everybody, but since I'm already on the sex offender list, I tell her to find some place a bit more private.
She dragged me to the bathrooms at the back. We enter the woman's bathroom and go to the stall at the far end, and she proceeded to tell me about the secret room in the back of all female bathrooms that women use to secretly ride the cock-carousel so that their beta providers never find out. It's a sacred place, installed in literally every female bathroom since it was decreed in the first era of the feminazi regime, and collectively referred to as βNarniaβ. Though this place is known to all women, only the few TRUE alpha males know of its existence.
I laughed and called her a dumb whore, because of course I already know about Narnia (from like, Roosh's blog or something), and my continued negging only made this bitch more moist and wanting. She pulls down a tiny lever behind the little tampon-disposal thingy on the side of the stall, and the wall behind the toilet opens to reveal a winding staircase.
As we made our way to the bottom, she tells me that she's a virgin and a devout Christian who told her beta boyfriend that she was saving herself for marriage, but had instantly changed her mind after her primal instincts were wooed by my alpha frame. She also literally just turned 18 like five minutes ago, and so did eight of her similarly virgin-Christian friends who were waiting at the bottom of the stairs to join in. Normally I'd be offended that a bitch would just decide to invite eight of her friends to our sexual romp without consulting me first, because bitches aren't allowed to make decisions. I happened to be in a forgiving mood today, however, so I figured I'd let it slide this time.
We get down to the bottom, and we're instantly greeted by her flock of whores who had been eagerly waiting at the foot of the stairs to cheat on their beta boyfriends. I inspect each of them closely to ensure that they're all up to my supreme standards and that none of them would lower my SMV. Most of them were hot enough to fuck I guess, until I got to the last one; a short haired, horse-owning feminist with a degree in women's studies and a t-shirt that said βDOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHYβ in big bold letters.
I told this bitch that the patriarchy is a feminazi conspiracy, and that I would never bang such a depressing combination of red flags. She gets pissed off and tries to argue that beauty is subjective or some shit, but I refuse to let my frame waver. She realized I was not going to give in to her neo-liberal propaganda, so she channeled her inner Feminist aura and began to transform into a mythical Feminist beast of rage.
I'm not about to let this feminist bitch cock-block me with her mythical transformations and gender equality nonsense, so I channeled my own alpha powers bequeathed upon me by TRP and unleashed my monster alpha dong. Large enough bludgeon a small child, I took hold of it with both hands like some kind of expert in dong-fu, wielding it with the skill and proficiency of a Jedi master. I lunge at the raging feminist beast, thrusting towards her in some kind of Dragonball Z-style montage, and plunge my glorious alpha meat hammer directly into her heart. She was instantly drained of her feminist powers and, as the beast let out an earth-shattering cry of defeat, withered away into a pile of dust.
All the hot virgin bitches marveled at my spectacular feat in utter disbelief, lost for words at the fact that such a dominating alpha could ever possibly exist. They instantly ripped their clothes off while denouncing Feminism permanently and accepting their subservient role in society, while making me a sandwich and literally throwing themselves at me pussy first. I let out a mighty alpha roar on par with Mufasa while I stomped the ground in a primitive caveman-like fashion (biotruths bro, bitches love cavemen) as they screamed battle cries of last minute resistance in unison, all of which were quelled as I popped like sixteen boners in preparation for the one-man-train I was about run full speed on this gaggle of swooning whores.
Then, I woke up. My premature ejaculation had apparently jolted me out of my slumber. I found myself sitting in a pool of my own alpha splooge, which soon became the protein stain that remains on my sheets as a triumphant symbol of my successful night of wooing bitches in my dreams.
All in all, I'd say it was just another average night of red pilling. TRP wins again, fellas.
Do you see this moral and societal degeneration happening in your average Muslim country? I'll answer that for you: fuck no, because they don't let this degeneracy slide, like fucking misogynists in the West. There's only one solution, and that is for everyone to convert to Islam.
The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) didn't tolerate degeneracy like promiscuity or topfreedomβnay! He mandated the ostracization and execution of creators of degeneracy, and made sure they would not become commonplace or accepted by the rest of the community. He made sure to establish clear dress codes and didn't tolerate this "sexual freedom" trash.
In the meantime, you have Western society accepting topfreedom, slut pride, gender-mixing, immodest dressing, new genders, no genders, and who knows what else?! Western society is truly degenerating without guidance, and I fear that as time passes, these degenerate groups only gain more and more power.
Muslims and ancap retards might think they're enemies, but in reality, they're closer to each other than they think! An alliance would prove very fruitful for both sides.
I have two questions. First, what's degenerate about having sex with someone you're attracted to? Second, how many sex partners does a person need to be considered degenerate?
First, what's degenerate about having sex with someone you're attracted to?
Having casual sex with large numbers of partners increases the desire for novelty. Porn has the same effect.
Second, how many sex partners does a person need to be considered degenerate?
It's a matter of degree. How many times do you have to lie before you're considered a liar? How many times do you have to fuck a goat before you're considered a goatfucker?
When I was 19, I was in a very serious car accident. Along with a broken hip and series of fractures, I had significant nerve damage. Thankfully, I wasn't paralyzed in any way, but I do have nerve issues on the left half of my body, not unlike a stroke victim. Being so young, I was able to adapt very well, and you canβt tell anythingβs wrong by looking at me. However, along with a litany of lifelong medication, I was told I could never again get an erection. In 2016, when Donald Trump would come on the TV, I would focus all my attention on the man, even if I was in the middle of doodling. This had happened before, usually with people that had very commanding voices, but I seemed to hear Trump in a way that I couldn't hear anybody else. When I would stream Trump rallies, I would watch in silence. As I said before, I have ED. So it was amusing and out of the ordinary, when he shouted "Make America Great Again" on the news, that I felt a twinge in my nether regions. My infatuation with Trump grew more extreme than any of my previous fetishes, as he started rattling other phrases like "Build the Wall," "Mexico is going to pay," and "China is ripping us off in trade." In six months, I'd felt more crotch tingling than I had in my entire life. I sat down with my urologist to talk about it. While Mrs. Tyson was telling us that anything that got my little buddy to feel anything should be encouraged, Don came on the TV and said that we will no longer surrender our country to the false song of globalism. From that day, my penis began progressing dramatically. We watched every Donald Trump video, and my dick would always feel a little bit alive, showing that he was really reacting to the content. He still uncontrollably dribbled urine, but the other symptoms of his affliction shrunk away. When Trump accepted the GOP nomination at the convention in July, my cock seemed completely normal. My doctors had never seen anything like it, and after much debate, we decided to remove my catheter this year. It's only been two weeks, but it's doing wonderfully. And despite our biggest concern, my cock is fully erect and interacting with dickgirls very well. My waifu actually burst into imaginary tears when my erection first stood at an angry, red, full mast for her. So, Mr. Trump, I don't know what you did, but I know I owe you so much more than my vote in November. You've given my penis a chance at a normal sex life, and you've given me a sense of control in my life once again. And while my dick can't vote, I know he supports you with all his throbbing veins. Thanks for listening, everybody. Make America Great Again!
92 comments
1 Warbringer24 2018-03-18
Vandals good
1 TheEquimanthorn 2018-03-18
Well, they did sack Rome so badly that the name of their tribe has permanently become equated with destroying things. That's got to count for something?
1 Whaddaulookinat 2018-03-18
Great album
1 REEEEEELONMUSK 2018-03-18
Ur ban from late stage capitalism wait til negaredditredux2remadeanarchyredux hears about this!!
1 orangetato 2018-03-18
applause
1 buttermyself 2018-03-18
Trump not bad. Trump not stupid. You shut up.
1 throwaway_999912 2018-03-18
This but unironically
1 YHofSuburbia 2018-03-18
This but unironically
1 throwaway_999912 2018-03-18
You are my brother from another mother π€ Farewell friend, you shall always be a friend of throwaway_999912
1 Kevin_LanDUI 2018-03-18
How dare he have two scoopies when everyone else only gets one?!
THIS IS A TOTAL OUTRAGE!
1 throwaway_999912 2018-03-18
As that is literally the one negative thing about Trump, you have totally convinced me to change my mind. Can I get a coat now? MAGA
1 Kevin_LanDUI 2018-03-18
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET THIS PATRIOT A COAT! THATS 420,069 COATS HANDED OUT!
We are 69.69% of our goal to coat the 833,319 great people of Fort Worth, Texas. Let's make sure everyone gets a coat in the United States! For every Centipede a coat, for every coat a Centipede!
1 throwaway_999912 2018-03-18
Thanks! I also magically grew a neckbeard! I'm now a T R U E M A G A P E D E.
1 Kevin_LanDUI 2018-03-18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1FW36keZJw
1 saddertadder 2018-03-18
I made a bot that fucked with those TD bots until it got banned or shadowed or something.
Loved seeing posts that were like 500+ comments and like over 90% of it was just me triggering the bot to respond and my bot would respond, thus resulting in a huge recursive stack of dumb comments.
1 wwaalleess 2018-03-18
Welcome aboard pede!
1 nmx179 2018-03-18
Imagine posting "this but unironically" unironically and then following it up with this unironic bootyblast.
Keep yourself safe, chum.
1 Standard12 2018-03-18
With this comment you have contributed to trumps genocide of the American people.
1 nmx179 2018-03-18
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1 thesnakeinthegarden 2018-03-18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBCq8XDgrP0
1 jubbergun 2018-03-18
This, but radical centristly.
1 watermark02 2018-03-18
/r/drama southpatkneutralism or /r/neoliberal sjw capitalists?
1 nmx179 2018-03-18
DRUMPF
1 Honk4Tits 2018-03-18
Ponald Plumpf
1 ChlorineTrifluoride 2018-03-18
HEY get this
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1 K-town- 2018-03-18
Holy shit π€£π€£ check it out
Orange Hitler
1 wwaalleess 2018-03-18
Wait I got one...
Carrot Man.
1 nmx179 2018-03-18
something something cheetos
HAHAHA FUCKING REKT
1 Therekrerf 2018-03-18
Cringlund Primf
1 braaaph 2018-03-18
So brave. Man, I want to be like you when I get like a year older.
1 Ultrashitpost 2018-03-18
wow
1 xoiz 2018-03-18
You subhuman moron.
How dare you speak, you pathetic waste.How dare you open your libtard, socially blind mouth, knowing full well you are human trash. Universally despised, derided and mocked. you and your kind will bring meaningless politics into any situation. Your mentality offers no hope to the world that The United States can ever prosper. Crawl back in to the basement you crawled out of, and stay there.
I hope you decide to stay unemployed and live off welfare, as is in the libtard's nature. It would still be the most difficult task you've ever accomplished, seeing as paperwork to apply for welfare requires basic literacy. Give the national guard and the police a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. Libtards' obsession with rioting against Trump is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution Liberals have made to the country.The real lunatics in this society, have come out of the woodwork, and presented themselves to us. The MUH HILLARY NOT DRUMPF sentiment in the average libtard mindset is both an early warning sign of autism in children, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your Dorito encrusted,self-righteous, welfare entitled fingers off the keyboard, and never talk about politics again, you mockery of your supposed democratic party. No amount of rioting and autistic ramblings every morning on Facebook will make you superior. It's about as delusional of an idea as Hillary being honest about her E-mails.
You idiot.
You make North Korea look like a beacon of Democracy.
You are the cancer of the Democratic Party.
Go back to your mother's basement, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, libtard, you have to choose whether or not to remain an autistic blind sheep led by the Democrat Radicals, or to wake up and think independently. Coincidentally, it would be the first time a libtard actually would choose freely, instead of being force fed by the federal government.
Die, Libtard. No one would miss you. Except for Obama and Hillary, who by now would have turned your "Co-existential Utopian America" into a 1984-esque reality, with no freedoms ,rights, or privacy.
1 PunyHoomans 2018-03-18
all those years and I never understood wtf a libtard is
1 hyledog 2018-03-18
Itβs obviously someone who is completely LIBTARDED
1 PunyHoomans 2018-03-18
thanks for the great explanation
1 geraldodelrivero 2018-03-18
its you
1 PunyHoomans 2018-03-18
existential crysis
1 Starship_Litterbox_B 2018-03-18
You subhuman baboon. You literal dog.
How dare you speak, you sickly pale monkey. How dare you open your thin lipped, rim encrusted, menthol cigarette smelling mouth?
You are human trash, wh*Toid. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your species and skin tone offers no hope to the world that Europe can ever prosper. Crawl back in to the frozen tundra you came out of, you literal chimp.
I hope you decide to sail your grandfathers skip to the Bosphorus and rape some sheep, as is in the whTes nature. It would still be the only pussy you ever had. Give Mehmet and Mustafa a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. whTes obsession with Istanbul is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution whTes have made to the medical field. The MUH CONSTANTINOPLE sentiment in the average whTe dog is both an early warning sign of autism in children, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your wh*Te hairy fingers off your keyboard, and never talk about the human species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor.. No amount of semen slabbed on your face every morning will make you BLACK. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of AFRICAN heritage.
You wh*Toid.
You make a dumpster look like a beacon of civilisation.
You are the blight of the world.
Go rot beneath the Earth's surface you and your families corpses, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, whToid, you have a job making an object vastly superior to yourself. A dildo. Coincidentally, it would be the first time a whTe "man" satisfied a woman.
Die, wh*Toid. No one would miss you. Except for eunuchs, who now would have no one to make them look good.
1 fsdgfhk 2018-03-18
When my wife was 19, she was in a very serious car accident. Along with a broken hip and series of fractures, she had significant nerve damage. Thankfully, she wasn't paralyzed in any way, but she does have nerve issues on the left half of her body, not unlike a stroke victim. Being so young, she was able to adapt very well, and you canβt tell anythingβs wrong by looking at her. However, along with a litany of lifelong medication, she was told she could never bear a child. Now, this happened before I met her, so I was aware and accepting of the fact when we got married. In 2008, after three years of marriage, we were shocked when some routine blood work came back showing that she was pregnant. Her periods were always very irregular due to her health issues, but she was already three months along. The doctors were very careful not to be optimistic, and prepared us for the worst, but my wife carried to term and we had a healthy baby boy, who we named Donald. Donald's physical development was ahead of schedule, but mentally, he seemed to develop slowly, and he spoke his first word much later than most. By age three, Donald was diagnosed with autism. I won't sugar coat anything: it was very difficult and frustrating to raise a child with autism. Donald never spoke more than a few words a day, and would often seem to be in his own bubble apart from our universe. One thing Donald loved was frogs. He stared at pictures of frogs all day, played with frog toys, and filled notebooks with drawings of frog after frog. We eventually got a glass aquarium with a few different frogs for his room. Donald loved his frogs and played with them very well. Donald became "The Frog Whisperer" in our home and I know every parent makes outlandish claims about their children, but Don really could issue a few single-word commands to his pets. When I first showed Don a picture of Pepe on my iPad, he immediately began jumping up and down. He ran to the dining room table, and with a pencil and pad, drew a Pepe freehand. He only looked at Pepe for a second on the screen, but the recreation was eerily perfect, in that way that only autistics can sometimes seem to perform superhuman feats. I showed Donald a few more pictures of Pepe over the next couples months, but I needn't had, because he was taking it upon himself to draw rare Pepes every day. Last year, Little Don changed again. When Donald Trump would come on the TV, Little Don would focus all his attention on the man, even if he were in the middle of doodling. This had happened before, usually with people that had very commanding voices, but Donny seemed to hear Trump in a way that he couldn't hear anybody else. When I would stream Trump rallies, Little Don would come into the den and watch with me in silence, leaving when the rally finished. As I said before, Donny never spoke much. He'd occasionally get a slogan or catchphase in his head, telling my wife and me for weeks on end that everyone loved McDonald's. So it was amusing, but not out of the ordinary, when he shouted "Make America Great Again!" when Trump came on the news. His infatuation with Trump was more extreme than any of his previous episodes, as he started rattling other phrases like "Build the Wall," "Mexico is going to pay," and "China is ripping us off in trade." In six months, he'd spoken more than he had in his entire life. We sat down with his special education teacher to talk about it. While Mrs. Tyson was telling us that anything that got him to come out of his shell should be encouraged, he approached us and said that we will no longer surrender our country to the false song of globalism. From that day, Donny began progressing dramatically. We watched every Donald Trump video, and my son would always ask me follow-up questions, showing that he was actually comprehending the content. He still drew Pepes incessantly, but the other symptoms of his autism shrunk away. When Trump accepted the GOP nomination at the convention in July, Donny seemed completely normal. His teachers had never seen anything like it, and after much debate, we decided to enroll Donald in a regular class this year. It's only been two weeks, but he is doing wonderfully. And despite our biggest concern, Donald is socializing and interacting with the other children very well. My wife actually burst into tears when Donald told us he made a friend at school. So, Mr. Trump, I don't know what you did, but I know I owe you so much more than my vote in November. You've given my son a chance at a normal childhood, and you've given me a sense of control in my life once again. And I while he can't vote, I know Donny supports you with all his heart. Thanks for listening, everybody. Make America Great Again!
1 Starship_Litterbox_B 2018-03-18
That's not pasta, that's a goddamn M E A T P I E. MAGA
1 table_it_bot 2018-03-18
1 TheOtherGuy9603 2018-03-18
Good bot
1 tcpip4lyfe 2018-03-18
Greetings!
Thank you for commenting on this post. Unfortunately, your comment is too long for me to bothered to read.
I sincerely regret any personal grieve or feelings of anger this may cause you. I am looking forward to your shorter, future comments.
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1 watermark02 2018-03-18
This is like a job application rejection email.
1 zikamatej 2018-03-18
Tldr?
1 pm_me_ur_adress 2018-03-18
tru
1 DoctorMort 2018-03-18
TRUMP CANNOT RECOVER FROM THIS
1 shimmy_shimmy_ya 2018-03-18
Lol
1 grungebot5000 2018-03-18
who?
1 Standard12 2018-03-18
I'm assuming that doctormort guy. I suppose shimmy shimmy was upset enough to go through his post history.
1 ahbslldud 2018-03-18
In fairness that quote is hilarious.
1 Standard12 2018-03-18
Of course. It's always hilarious when someone is so obsessed with all the sex they aren't getting.
1 ahbslldud 2018-03-18
ban co-ed colleges so women can only have sex with me
1 SAC-Lawn_Gnome 2018-03-18
Greetings fellow alphas. I've been practicing TRP for like, almost two whole weeks now, so I'm what you all might consider an expert in the art of βsexual strategyβ. I took the time to write this field report between my deluge of sexual escapades to give all you budding new alphas something to aspire to.
READ EVERY LAST DETAIL CAREFULLY. And learn. This is all 100% accurate. Everything in this story literally happened.
It's Saturday night, 9 PM. Dressed in my cargo shorts, best fedora, and black button down shirt with a swirly dragon on the back, I casually made my way into the local night club with my alpha swag turned up to 11.
As I'm scanning the environment for a potential sex-thing, I head over to the bar and order a drink, not forgetting to tip my fedora to the bartender with a slight smirk. I sip on my drink for a bit and continue to scan the room for bitches that fit my lofty criteria, knowing that a true alpha such as myself never settles for anything less than swim suit models from the cover of Sports Illustrated.
After a few more minutes of hunting for prey, my eyes shot across the bar and made eye contact with some HB10 who was literally Heidi Klum. βShe's alright,β I think to myself. Not wanting to lose my frame, I stared that whore straight in the eyes while thinking about how hypergamous and slutty all women are. It was like I was pummeling her feeble female brain with my alpha psywaves, and the look in her eyes told me that her panties were already turning into an ocean of pure, unadulterated sexual arousal; my alpha frequencies were taking over every station, and her brain was tuning in like a goddamn ham radio. She smiled at me, but I knew that bitches immediately lose interest as soon as you express any kind of humanity whatsoever, so I just stared back at her with my mighty alpha gaze.
βI have this hypergamous slut the palm of my hand,β I think to myself, βI guess she'll do.β
I strolled over to the bitch and her group of friends. I could sense that she actually had some degree of confidence, so she clearly needed to be negged into next week. As I confidently made my way up to her group, I looked her straight in the eyes and nonchalantly told her that she might actually be attractive if she lost like 50 pounds. The whole bar immediately went silent in disbelief at the size of my cajones.
After the initial shock wore off, every girl in the surrounding area immediately noticed my uber-alpha status, and I could see the little hamsters running in their head as they all figured out the best way to climb aboard my alpha cock and spermjack me. I ignored there silent pleas to be plowed though, and maintained focus on the bitch I came over for. After a few seconds, she jumped out of her seat and instantly started making out with me in the middle of the bar. She offers to let me bang her right here on the table in front of everybody, but since I'm already on the sex offender list, I tell her to find some place a bit more private.
She dragged me to the bathrooms at the back. We enter the woman's bathroom and go to the stall at the far end, and she proceeded to tell me about the secret room in the back of all female bathrooms that women use to secretly ride the cock-carousel so that their beta providers never find out. It's a sacred place, installed in literally every female bathroom since it was decreed in the first era of the feminazi regime, and collectively referred to as βNarniaβ. Though this place is known to all women, only the few TRUE alpha males know of its existence.
I laughed and called her a dumb whore, because of course I already know about Narnia (from like, Roosh's blog or something), and my continued negging only made this bitch more moist and wanting. She pulls down a tiny lever behind the little tampon-disposal thingy on the side of the stall, and the wall behind the toilet opens to reveal a winding staircase.
As we made our way to the bottom, she tells me that she's a virgin and a devout Christian who told her beta boyfriend that she was saving herself for marriage, but had instantly changed her mind after her primal instincts were wooed by my alpha frame. She also literally just turned 18 like five minutes ago, and so did eight of her similarly virgin-Christian friends who were waiting at the bottom of the stairs to join in. Normally I'd be offended that a bitch would just decide to invite eight of her friends to our sexual romp without consulting me first, because bitches aren't allowed to make decisions. I happened to be in a forgiving mood today, however, so I figured I'd let it slide this time.
We get down to the bottom, and we're instantly greeted by her flock of whores who had been eagerly waiting at the foot of the stairs to cheat on their beta boyfriends. I inspect each of them closely to ensure that they're all up to my supreme standards and that none of them would lower my SMV. Most of them were hot enough to fuck I guess, until I got to the last one; a short haired, horse-owning feminist with a degree in women's studies and a t-shirt that said βDOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHYβ in big bold letters.
I told this bitch that the patriarchy is a feminazi conspiracy, and that I would never bang such a depressing combination of red flags. She gets pissed off and tries to argue that beauty is subjective or some shit, but I refuse to let my frame waver. She realized I was not going to give in to her neo-liberal propaganda, so she channeled her inner Feminist aura and began to transform into a mythical Feminist beast of rage.
I'm not about to let this feminist bitch cock-block me with her mythical transformations and gender equality nonsense, so I channeled my own alpha powers bequeathed upon me by TRP and unleashed my monster alpha dong. Large enough bludgeon a small child, I took hold of it with both hands like some kind of expert in dong-fu, wielding it with the skill and proficiency of a Jedi master. I lunge at the raging feminist beast, thrusting towards her in some kind of Dragonball Z-style montage, and plunge my glorious alpha meat hammer directly into her heart. She was instantly drained of her feminist powers and, as the beast let out an earth-shattering cry of defeat, withered away into a pile of dust.
All the hot virgin bitches marveled at my spectacular feat in utter disbelief, lost for words at the fact that such a dominating alpha could ever possibly exist. They instantly ripped their clothes off while denouncing Feminism permanently and accepting their subservient role in society, while making me a sandwich and literally throwing themselves at me pussy first. I let out a mighty alpha roar on par with Mufasa while I stomped the ground in a primitive caveman-like fashion (biotruths bro, bitches love cavemen) as they screamed battle cries of last minute resistance in unison, all of which were quelled as I popped like sixteen boners in preparation for the one-man-train I was about run full speed on this gaggle of swooning whores.
Then, I woke up. My premature ejaculation had apparently jolted me out of my slumber. I found myself sitting in a pool of my own alpha splooge, which soon became the protein stain that remains on my sheets as a triumphant symbol of my successful night of wooing bitches in my dreams.
All in all, I'd say it was just another average night of red pilling. TRP wins again, fellas.
1 SufficientLie 2018-03-18
Cool story
1 shimmy_shimmy_ya 2018-03-18
I like looking at people's post history. Gives their comments more context.
1 Standard12 2018-03-18
What's the context of mine? That I'm a cunt?
1 shimmy_shimmy_ya 2018-03-18
I haven't looked yet, but probably.
1 watermark02 2018-03-18
Have we tried burkhas? Burkhas might help.
1 DoctorMort 2018-03-18
Yes, I unironically think degeneracy and promiscuity are bad for society.
1 JohnTheOrc 2018-03-18
This but unironically
1 moudougou 2018-03-18
are you a virgin?
1 DoctorMort 2018-03-18
Would you believe me if I said no?
1 moudougou 2018-03-18
you're either a pathetic virgin or a pathetic degenerate
1 DoctorMort 2018-03-18
You're not wrong.
1 shallowm 2018-03-18
not being a virgin
What a promiscuous degenerate.
1 shallowm 2018-03-18
Do you see this moral and societal degeneration happening in your average Muslim country? I'll answer that for you: fuck no, because they don't let this degeneracy slide, like fucking misogynists in the West. There's only one solution, and that is for everyone to convert to Islam.
The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) didn't tolerate degeneracy like promiscuity or topfreedomβnay! He mandated the ostracization and execution of creators of degeneracy, and made sure they would not become commonplace or accepted by the rest of the community. He made sure to establish clear dress codes and didn't tolerate this "sexual freedom" trash.
In the meantime, you have Western society accepting topfreedom, slut pride, gender-mixing, immodest dressing, new genders, no genders, and who knows what else?! Western society is truly degenerating without guidance, and I fear that as time passes, these degenerate groups only gain more and more power.
Muslims and ancap retards might think they're enemies, but in reality, they're closer to each other than they think! An alliance would prove very fruitful for both sides.
Just repeat the declaration of faith after me:
Ψ£Ψ΄ΩΨ― Ψ£Ω ΩΨ§ Ψ₯ΩΩ Ψ₯ΩΨ§ Ψ§ΩΩΩ ΩΨΨ―Ω ΩΨ§ Ψ΄Ψ±ΩΩ ΩΩ ΩΨ£Ψ΄ΩΨ― Ψ£Ω Ω ΨΩ Ψ―Ψ§ ΨΉΨ¨Ψ―Ω ΩΨ±Ψ³ΩΩΩ
and you'll be right on your way to becoming a great Muslim!
1 shimmy_shimmy_ya 2018-03-18
I have two questions. First, what's degenerate about having sex with someone you're attracted to? Second, how many sex partners does a person need to be considered degenerate?
1 DoctorMort 2018-03-18
Having casual sex with large numbers of partners increases the desire for novelty. Porn has the same effect.
It's a matter of degree. How many times do you have to lie before you're considered a liar? How many times do you have to fuck a goat before you're considered a goatfucker?
1 Zizara42 2018-03-18
no
trump good
u bad
1 nanonan 2018-03-18
No u
1 lets_move_to_voat 2018-03-18
pssst...hey...
Donald Trump is not being investigated
1 hurrff 2018-03-18
this is your brain on t_d
1 lets_move_to_voat 2018-03-18
I get all my facts from C-SPAN
1 coldsteel1212 2018-03-18
Sad
1 EarnestNoMeta 2018-03-18
THREE PARAGRAPH OUTBURST
1 Psycho_Robot 2018-03-18
No insult daddy him good snuu snuu
1 1slumber 2018-03-18
holy shit dude, you should write for comedy central
1 saddertadder 2018-03-18
How about an exclusive deal with SNL, as their content since 2015 has been GRLUMPFF focused for neigh 3 years now.
1 PM_ME_HAIRLESS_CATS 2018-03-18
Wew lad
1 Rodomite 2018-03-18
I'll say this: Trump might be bad for feelings and America's image abroad, but he has been fantastic for Dramacoin.
1 eva_unit_hung 2018-03-18
what is this, an ed thread?
1 GuillotinesNOW 2018-03-18
When I was 19, I was in a very serious car accident. Along with a broken hip and series of fractures, I had significant nerve damage. Thankfully, I wasn't paralyzed in any way, but I do have nerve issues on the left half of my body, not unlike a stroke victim. Being so young, I was able to adapt very well, and you canβt tell anythingβs wrong by looking at me. However, along with a litany of lifelong medication, I was told I could never again get an erection. In 2016, when Donald Trump would come on the TV, I would focus all my attention on the man, even if I was in the middle of doodling. This had happened before, usually with people that had very commanding voices, but I seemed to hear Trump in a way that I couldn't hear anybody else. When I would stream Trump rallies, I would watch in silence. As I said before, I have ED. So it was amusing and out of the ordinary, when he shouted "Make America Great Again" on the news, that I felt a twinge in my nether regions. My infatuation with Trump grew more extreme than any of my previous fetishes, as he started rattling other phrases like "Build the Wall," "Mexico is going to pay," and "China is ripping us off in trade." In six months, I'd felt more crotch tingling than I had in my entire life. I sat down with my urologist to talk about it. While Mrs. Tyson was telling us that anything that got my little buddy to feel anything should be encouraged, Don came on the TV and said that we will no longer surrender our country to the false song of globalism. From that day, my penis began progressing dramatically. We watched every Donald Trump video, and my dick would always feel a little bit alive, showing that he was really reacting to the content. He still uncontrollably dribbled urine, but the other symptoms of his affliction shrunk away. When Trump accepted the GOP nomination at the convention in July, my cock seemed completely normal. My doctors had never seen anything like it, and after much debate, we decided to remove my catheter this year. It's only been two weeks, but it's doing wonderfully. And despite our biggest concern, my cock is fully erect and interacting with dickgirls very well. My waifu actually burst into imaginary tears when my erection first stood at an angry, red, full mast for her. So, Mr. Trump, I don't know what you did, but I know I owe you so much more than my vote in November. You've given my penis a chance at a normal sex life, and you've given me a sense of control in my life once again. And while my dick can't vote, I know he supports you with all his throbbing veins. Thanks for listening, everybody. Make America Great Again!
1 comebepc 2018-03-18
Evil
1 parameciidae 2018-03-18
I always wondered what a Trump rally was really like.
1 saddertadder 2018-03-18
DRAGURMPF IS LITERALLY VOLDEMORT INCARNATE, AND IM SO SCARED!!11
1 theycallmeryan 2018-03-18
Is this the end for Drumpf?
1 wolfsktaag 2018-03-18
must go to war with rushins
1 watermark02 2018-03-18
I masturbate every night to the thought of trump penetrating my bussy.
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1 westofthetracks 2018-03-18
big, if true
1 SovietWarfare 2018-03-18
no.
1 XovNielkArze 2018-03-18
At long last sir, have you no decency?
1 Trannypostingaccount 2018-03-18
/r/drumpfisfinished
1 TelegraphGreen 2018-03-18
ORANGE