You're oversimplifying a complex situation to the point of adding nothing to the discussion.

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We could have really used the 2D > 3D quote here

Someone I know got a political science degree so that he can fly around the country doing speaking gigs about being trans. He's literally a careerist activist who will never produce anything of value for society. It's no wonder so many people are turning to anything but what's on TV when society's Chosen Ones (The "Marginalized") are literally making careers out of identity. What's the point of engaging in reality if I have to work my ass of to make a fraction of what a trans spokesperson makes just for talking lol

I see how much Memerson makes on Patreon and I cry.

Victimhood bux $$$

You should travel the country getting speaking gigs for being a victim of having to work while other peoples just travel the country getting speaking gigs.

Thanks for bringing him up. I didn't get enough of him the last 500 times someone complained about Dr. Kermit.

Wahhh.

Dr. Kermit

Hwell ackshually I don’t think that’s a very kourteous thing to say at all

yeah but he still actually writes and speaks. look at how much girls get for tracing shitty anime drawings on there

This thread started based on the story of somebody who does speaking gigs about being trans. Yeah he "works" but the "work" he does has no value. People just throw money at him to trigger the libs.

Good for them. If they can make banking taking NEETBUX by all means milk that cow.

At least he has a PhD.

Good work if you can find it. Cany blame him for hopping on the gravy train

You ARE a victim

it's crazy how transparently jealous you are

Fuckin a if I could just sit on my ass and cry all day for cash I wouldn't be here ;_;

So you're a spinless hypocrite that complains about others doing something you wish you could do? Good to know.

Everyone wants free money, don't be absurd

yes trans people are the only ones who go around giving talks for money and doing nothing.

I don't think you get the point, tardo. Yeah, there are right wingers and gun nuts and anti-gun nuts and all the rest. But that IS the point. It's bizarre how many people who don't do a goddamned thing in this world but kick up dust so the rest of us can't see straight manage to make a living out of it.

Pointing so some other retard who muddies the waters for fun and profit hardly makes anything better.

Yeah in the old times we just called them priests /fedora

1000000 retards giving fake life advice to pain killer addicts, meh. 3 trannies giving pep talks to college kids reee

Trans people are just one flavor of these worthless scum. Baked Alaska types, Shaun King types--but even less charismatic and worthwhile then those two. Loser alt right and SJW fags keep them up in hotels so they fan complain about how hard their respective groups have it. The ironing

Sometimes I wish I was a morally bankrupt narcissist because that seems to be the only requisite skill.

Is that fucking Fozzie Bear?

If you’re grown man who watches the muppets, then we don’t want you participating in our society.

Did you get the Muppets confused with Sesame Street?

So mu better, eh?

That's so much better. /s.

Jim Henson will come for you. Soon, your skin will be put to a better purpose as a puppet.

Lol using joker as a way to escape "tragedy". Wish I had a link to the killing joke right now.

Fictional tragedy is entertainment without the guilt.

Here. It's over-rated.

MMMhm, the soy is strong with this one.

Soy is a good protein source lol, you mean fentanyl.

mayonnaise is mostly made of soybean oil

This, but replace doctor who and sesame street with marijuana and cute anime girls

Ughhh adulting.

DAE escapism!?!?

i encourage escapism. when WWIII breaks out, i will be part of a small elite of Americans who can change their own diapers

When WW3 breaks out it'll be the gamers who will pilot the drones. They are our strongest soldiers.

Replace the American pop culture trash with sexy highschool anime girls and Wagner and that's meirl.

Invader Zim

I am not le random enough for this comic.

Ah yes, weird online fandoms. The most apolitical, accepting groups there are!

There is nothing more accepting than turning everyone gay and violently murder raping the only male in the story

What fanfic is this, and where can I read it

All of them.

It was a rwby fanfic but no clue for the name, sorry.

Good thing there are people who aren't into pop culture fandom, so that they can do the important work of improving the real world.

He must read some shitty fiction if they don't include fear and discord.

But it's a SU fan, so it's to be expected.

Nihilism 2018

Exactly, you bitches cant handle it.

they'll still vote under the assumption that their harry potter books is a superior substitute to any fucking history, political science, or philosophy book

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The trick is finding something among all the chaos and suffering that you can actually improve, and go ahead and do it

F R A K

I dont want cookies that Starscream made. That motherfucker probably poison them so he can kill me and take control of the Decepticons.

When it came to my research, I never took any shortcuts. Over the past five years, I’d worked my way down the entire recommended gunter reading list. Douglas Adams. Kurt Vonnegut. Neal Stephenson. Richard K. Morgan. Stephen King. Orson Scott Card. Terry Pratchett. Terry Brooks. Bester, Bradbury, Haldeman, Heinlein, Tolkien, Vance, Gibson, Gaiman, Sterling, Moorcock, Scalzi, Zelazny. I read every novel by every single one of Halliday’s favorite authors. And I didn’t stop there. I also watched every single film he referenced in the Almanac. If it was one of Halliday’s favorites, like WarGames, Ghostbusters, Real Genius, Better Off Dead, or Revenge of the Nerds, I rewatched it until I knew every scene by heart. I devoured each of what Halliday referred to as “The Holy Trilogies”: Star Wars (original and prequel trilogies, in that order), Lord of the Rings, The Matrix, Mad Max, Back to the Future, and Indiana Jones. (Halliday once said that he preferred to pretend the other Indiana Jones films, from Kingdom of the Crystal Skull onward, didn’t exist. I tended to agree.) I also absorbed the complete filmographies of each of his favorite directors. Cameron, Gilliam, Jackson, Fincher, Kubrick, Lucas, Spielberg, Del Toro, Tarantino. And, of course, Kevin Smith. I spent three months studying every John Hughes teen movie and memorizing all the key lines of dialogue. Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive. You could say I covered all the bases. I studied Monty Python. And not just Holy Grail, either. Every single one of their films, albums, and books, and every episode of the original BBC series. (Including those two “lost” episodes they did for German television.) I wasn’t going to cut any corners. I wasn’t going to miss something obvious. Somewhere along the way, I started to go overboard. I may, in fact, have started to go a little insane. I watched every episode of The Greatest American Hero, Airwolf, The A-Team, Knight Rider, Misfits of Science, and The Muppet Show. What about The Simpsons, you ask? I knew more about Springfield than I knew about my own city. Star Trek? Oh, I did my homework. TOS, TNG, DS9. Even Voyager and Enterprise. I watched them all in chronological order. The movies, too. Phasers locked on target. I gave myself a crash course in ’80s Saturday-morning cartoons. I learned the name of every last goddamn Gobot and Transformer. Land of the Lost, Thundarr the Barbarian, He-Man, Schoolhouse Rock!, G.I. Joe—I knew them all. Because knowing is half the battle. Who was my friend, when things got rough? H.R. Pufnstuf. Japan? Did I cover Japan? Yes. Yes indeed. Anime and live-action. Godzilla, Gamera, Star Blazers, The Space Giants, and G-Force. Go, Speed Racer, Go. I wasn’t some dilettante. I wasn’t screwing around. I memorized every last Bill Hicks stand-up routine. Music? Well, covering all the music wasn’t easy. It took some time. The ’80s was a long decade (ten whole years), and Halliday didn’t seem to have had very discerning taste. He listened to everything. So I did too. Pop, rock, new wave, punk, heavy metal. From the Police to Journey to R.E.M. to the Clash. I tackled it all. I burned through the entire They Might Be Giants discography in under two weeks. Devo took a little longer. I watched a lot of YouTube videos of cute geeky girls playing ’80s cover tunes on ukuleles. Technically, this wasn’t part of my research, but I had a serious cute-geeky-girls-playing-ukuleles fetish that I can neither explain nor defend. I memorized lyrics. Silly lyrics, by bands with names like Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, and Pink Floyd. I kept at it. I burned the midnight oil. Did you know that Midnight Oil was an Australian band, with a 1987 hit titled “Beds Are Burning”? I was obsessed. I wouldn’t quit. My grades suffered. I didn’t care. I read every issue of every comic book title Halliday had ever collected. I wasn’t going to have anyone questioning my commitment. Especially when it came to the videogames. Videogames were my area of expertise. My double-weapon specialization. My dream Jeopardy! category. I downloaded every game mentioned or referenced in the Almanac, from Akalabeth to Zaxxon. I played each title until I had mastered it, then moved on to the next one. You’d be amazed how much research you can get done when you have no life whatsoever. Twelve hours a day, seven days a week, is a lot of study time. I worked my way through every videogame genre and platform. Classic arcade coin-ops, home computer, console, and handheld. Text-based adventures, first-person shooters, third-person RPGs. Ancient 8-, 16-, and 32-bit classics written in the previous century. The harder a game was to beat, the more I enjoyed it. And as I played these ancient digital relics, night after night, year after year, I discovered I had a talent for them. I could master most action titles in a few hours, and there wasn’t an adventure or role-playing game I couldn’t solve. I never needed any walkthroughs or cheat codes. Everything just clicked. And I was even better at the old arcade games. When I was in the zone on a high-speed classic like Defender, I felt like a hawk in flight, or the way I thought a shark must feel as it cruises the ocean floor. For the first time, I knew what it was to be a natural at something. To have a gift.