Is there anything on Earth like that moment when the opportunity bandwagon rolls in, and everyone gets the message that it’s safe to remove the masks of civility and dump ethical core. It’s pile-on o’clock. It’s sanctioned now. Wow I too can be part of the social elite. Who could resist.
If you can’t show up for people, judge, label, essentialise, demonise, judge, discard and abandon them, subject them to online mobbing and perennial mob-agro, and criminalise them I always say.
If the respectable big knobs of #Ballarat makes a mistake, people are fallible and can be forgiven with the proper measure of responsibility and maturity to recognise, repair and rise above wrongs. If I make a mistake, it’s the same morally dubious reprobate it’s been since high school and needs more Tough Love until it decides to pull its head in and be normal. Or at least so it can be neutralised so no one has to put up with endless bitching about historical harms, when everyone knows and is fine with it because it’s not them.
‘Stop feeling sorry for yourself faggot, we never felt anything for you at all cunt.’ It’s almost as though you’re a bit amidst ground zero for collectively paranoid, collectively narcissistic and collectively psychotic pack-wolves. This is their playground, their halcyon days, the place where they put down roots. Things to tell the grandkids about, or, you know, not. ‘Oh yeah, there was one absolute faggot who was too good for the ingroup jizz, next level freakshow, utter piece of work. Shitting down his throat by way of guidance and respecting duty of care shat him back at us again later in life somehow. Major arsewipe, he was the town joke, we all hated him.’
Like Run the Jewels say, you only ever see the dog, not the size of the fight. They might as well have said you only ever see a dog because you don’t want to see the size of the fight. Pack-wolves only see the dog because they don’t see the size of the fight. Vampires only see a dog because they don’t want to see the size of the fight. They know what caused it to be the size it is. They use the same script, or they are directly culpable.
We don’t want to address problems and solve them, and more than we want to address conflict and resolve it. We want to make them go away. We want to silence anyone who calls attention to a toxic, dysfunctional peace by not comforming to it sufficiently. We want villains so we can reconstruct ourselves solutions to problems of our own making, through neglect as a passive abuse, and pack-agro when destroying someone’s self-esteem and self-confidence isn’t enough to shut them up. We make a wasteland out of a freakshow’s wellbeing and call it resolution. The people who matter are fine.
Respectable SocietyTM needs moral grandstanding like bank robbers need masks. They perform the same function, whether you’re expropriators or vampires. Pack wolves need to conflate being criticised or opposed and being attacked so they can render stepping stones out of targets for pack-agro, and flip the script so they can reconstruct themselves solutions to conflict they made with their own pack-agro. Not the same kind of coercive control we have no problem identifying when it’s domestic abuse but.
I’ve lived with catastrophic damage to my nervous system most of my life, a la Complex PTSD. I’ve lived with clinical depression taking damage-driven setbacks to heart, taking them as indicative of every other part of my life, and reading them as permanent features of my life. All by choice apparently. Talking about CPTSD is primarily a mea culpa, an attempt to work through issues rather than bottle them up inside and then act out on them. Apparently this is what we’re supposed to be doing instead of aborting higher functions and ethical core, lashing out and doing harm to others. Except when it can be confused with not trying to be responsible because pack wolves like projecting from inside the sterile, codependent cliques they do apparently love to hide from themselves inside of so. With such relish and nihilistic abandon even.
If we assume the worst as default about others, is that because we like ethics, or because we like bandwagons?
You may not do good Your struggles may be swept aside We need our Others
Pile weight onto a stress disorder and then morality-police all the unintended consequences, I agree.
I have no one to talk to who will show up until I’m seen right. Lol. Maybe I should go get my head examined to figure out what my maladaptive malfunction is in the face of that. Oh I trusted anyone ever ok thanks doc I don’t even think I need this referral now even hey
You can never do any kind of real intimacy while you’re trapped in a dissociation hole, and the black is biting at your neck, and you have no words for any of it. What a fucked up life. Never let other people’s struggles get in the way of any opportunity to grandstand at their expense though I always say.
Dear pack wolves does incapacitated mean anything to you, you fucking deadshits
I’m a freakshow, ah okay. Your majestic social order rapidly disappearing up its own rectum isn’t but.
You’re delayed through no fault of your own, and then the world invents a game of moving the starting blocks on you. The best part is when it tells you it’s doing you a favour. Boy do I feel understood. Respectable big knobs couldn’t make you feel understood to save themselves, but they still know everything about you.
Yeah I piss jealousy from my eyeball sockets at the soullessness, sterility hypercompetitiveness and meaninglessness of the rat race. That is me for sure, got a big old dose of the green-eyed monsters right here.
Vampires be like: get your eye in, you anarchist poof. I’m like: now why didn’t I think if that. I must be some kind of anarchist faggot who’s too good for the national clique jizz in the tum-tum, and an obvious basic.
No one has ever had to even acknowledge that I wound up with a developmental stress disorder that I didn’t do to myself or choose, but I’ve somehow attained to the level of folk demon a la Stanley Cohen. Boy do you think those who know they are culpable and need to apologise and be sorry and atone, but don’t feel like it right now, are deflecting.
Imagine if anyone ever had to be held accountable for conditions that produce identity disturbance and dissociation. Imagine if you were ever visible and valued enough to merit a ‘sorry’ for crippling loss of self. Privilege means it’s not a problem if it’s not a problem for us.
It’s more convenient to read attachment disorder as sexual orientation denial because then we don’t have to know about where attachment disorder comes from, or give one fuck. Why do faggots indulge in faggotry so.
I’m a fail in just about any adult developmental marker you care to mention. Like, no arguments lol. I tried. I did try. At least I have that to know myself by, and not the external approval of other born-to-rule, moral elect codependent clique slaves defining themselves by who they exclude.
Whoever told me ever to back myself and know I had worth until I was in my 40s. Nary a single oxygen breather standing. For the record. The rest of the time I intuitied it from ‘All men are created equal’ like everyone else without the shelter privilege shiteating ableist pigs hide behind anytime they have to be respectful or fair.
I’m a bad apple, it’s true. I have some bizarre malfunction of which the moral elect can make neither head nor tail. Why does it defy the mentality that the truth of an idea is determined by the number of people who believe it so. Who would do that. Obvious degenerate deviant pond scum right here.
I’m silly, hey. As silly as they come when I put a mind to it. Silly with discards and pack ritual abandonment shitbirds hey. No wolf packs, cliques and tribes definitely operate in good faith; who would question groupthink?
Have eggshells to tread Have stigma and be silent It’s for your own good
I’m entitled to judge because pack wolf license and entitlement, get a clue faggots.
Flames lick at your heels Cold eyes judge, abandon, bystand. At least it’s not us
Is our pious moralism, raging arrogance and hypocrisy on a mission any measure of the number of people we’ve fucked over to get ahead? Someone was asking.
The main problem in life really when you think about it is finding enough other people who like oblivion to be able to stomp shitlords who don’t. Get them before they get you. It’s that simple.
I hate people who are strong inside and self-reliant, because they remind me what a codependent slave I am, and I vote.
Being more normal than happy is hard work, but at least I’m normal freakshows.
It’s funny living in a community you know will put you up against a wall at the first opportunity. I guess the situation would be more challenging if it had ever been qualitatively different. I should leave #Ballarat at some point hey.
I seriously don’t remember the last time anyone in a position of power or authority approached me non-confrontationally, but I’m for sure the bad actor operating in bad faith and assuming the worst about others as default.
Pond scum doesn’t know when to quit gaylord noise and roll over and die. Time for some Tough Love, we have as much of that here in #Ballarat as you need.
Sitting in religious services three days a week through a lot of school. An afterlife with a hell distinct from the meatgrinder of private schools featuring psychotic competitive winner culture, you say. Well fuck that. I don’t know which audience you figured that one for, but I’m not it, personally. Like I ever needed anyone’s direction to the Lake of Fire. I was born here.
In #Ballarat, riotous conduct needs to involve pack-stomping of freakshows, otherwise you’re gonna catch it.
What meaning can equal protection have when only predators are considered equals, I ask too many questions I know. Seriously, what does the ratio between crimes perpetrated vs prosecuted look like working backwards from rape. Keep the justice factory turning and defect from root causes I always say.
Do you know how many major legal careers we can build not addressing structural and/or historical causes of everything that keeps us getting paiiiid. Fuck me, wait till you encounter the jumped-up bureaucrats in higher education, history is heresy pond scum, dead meat might better check yourself out.
Like there are all sorts of issues with legal protections against major crimes like rape, because of everything that encompasses their gravity in terms of victim-blaming abuser psychology leading to internalisation of trauma. For example. The law fails rape victims way more often than it holds perpetrators to account. It enables perpetrators by reinforcing the belief in the victim that they brought the harm done by the perpetrators on themselves, that they had it coming to them, that it somehow was their fault. Why would you seek justice if you were the perpetrator of your own inner psychic disturbance? Or imagine anyone might back you up in not defining yourself by devaluing yourself in accordance with the values of the perpetrator who inflicted deep and lasting damage on you. Does this make sense? Identify disturbance is a characteristic feature of the gnarlier kinds of ptsd after all.
Unpeople are diabolical fiends who literally cannot do one thing right, pack wolves shit sunbeams. Surely with that said I’m ready to be assimilated into everyone’s circle jerks, what am I doing wrong people?!?
What if the proverbial Big Lie is your entire existence? What if judging others and running pack-enabled discards on them puts us at a strategic disadvantage in a way: Whenever I think about this person again I have to dodge the fact that I abandon people my knowledge of extends to whatever helps me feel entitled to assuming the worse as default about. Also the unintended consequences of judging, abandoning and discarding subhuman freakshows and nonconformist faggots who may not roll over and die like the weakling we pick them for.
If someone says they care more about being normal than being happy, and also that they’re hard workers, I’m inclined to believe them, tbh.
We agreed amongst ourselves prior we’re not aggressive. Ok well maybe we’re aggressive, but our agro serves a higher purpose. We save freakshows from themselves. We’re doing them a favour. Teaching them tough love. Improving their morals. They had it coming. We agreed we’re not pack wolves. #winning
For for gold while the going’s good I always say golden opportunists eh
Sympathy for me, punishment for thee. I’m thirsty for external approval. You better me intellectually. I make errors of judgment. You attack me by doubting my judgment. Why would nonconformist faggots do that? Why are you filled with so much hate?
Anyone who gets to know their own mind and gets to read books that aren’t sanctioned by some brute must be upsetting to cultists. Anyone who reads much at all even.
The free rent you have in the heads of people who actively shun you because they know as well as you do, to the last, that the point of shunning is to avoid the honest convo you’re alleged to be dodging. Of course you’re too unreasonable for an honest convo once morality-policing bandwagoneers have removed mask of civility, aborted ethical core and handed their conscience over to a clique. If you were at all reasonable, pack wolves would just be opportunist slime who were taking advantage of your misfortune to advance themselves socially. Of course you’re a freakshow who can’t be talked to. Unlike pack wolves.
I’ve always felt pretty alone. Agro shunning shitrags can’t help but expose how little they know about people they’re targeting for demonising, harassment and ostracism in assuming they really know any different lol. Not vacant hypocrites on a mission because their own lives are miserable though.
Is aggression meant to compensate for inner weakness and conflict with the appearance of toughness, fortitude and inner resolution? Someone was asking.
If you have – Doubted yourself as all around you doubt you – Been consumed by self-loathing as all around you loathed you – Been vexed by zerodom on account of the assumption of something to devalue in the first place – Assumed the worst as default about yourself in line with the norm You know stigma too
Living in Ballarat makes you temporarily insane more times in an afternoon than you can count on one hand. You now my gut says this experience is may more common than anyone wants to admit. Reflexively, habitually, and with utter, utter entitlement and craven arrogance and pack conceit, go for the identity of someone with an identity disorder and see what happens. See what happens when you try problematising reactions to disrespect.
Have you noticed how tough cunts are only tough in packs, but when they have to deal with their targets face-to-face upfront, don’t like to catch half of what they dish out, and go running for the apron strings of the nanny stat. Mmm apron strings. Mmm blood of freakshows.
I can feel a feel a recasting oneself a solution to problems of one’s own making and a good old-fashioned lynchin’ comin’ on waves a tinnie about
Many a night I retch out stress from the day, and some of what remains baked deep into the core of my nervous system. Tonight was no exception. Maybe the neighbours hear. No one sees. Almost as though it’s by design.
No one sees your tears either. No one has been around when the tears came in my entire life. No one sees the moment the well runs dry, and the lights go out because the hurts haven’t stopped.
Retch till you weep and the tears are rolling down your cheeks, pond scum. Serves you right.
You have bodily autonomy stolen from you before you start growing public hair, and even in middle age people are all still, hurr durr ur in denial.
Ever noticed how abusers get behind your defenses, start taking chunks out of you, and as soon as you’re set up to fail by increasing duress, and you make any error of judgement, its like the invasion of Poland and you’re the one who has gone from trusted confidant to who the fuck is this monster.
Do pack wolves ever want anything other than apologies for fallibility and undertakings to atone for existing? Do they ever do anything other than problematise reactions to disrespect and unintended consequences of mistreatment they don’t feel like being responsible for right now? Someone was asking
Respectable SocietyTM needs moral grandstanding like bank robbers need masks. They perform the same function, whether you’re expropriators or vampires
Do we have to have souls to have soulmates? What a PITA
I never change beyond acting out on unresolved conflicts when not hiding from myself completely inside cliques. I never evolve ideas or concede shortcomings any anything I already belive to be true about myself and the world. Therefore no one else could.
Ha because you have a limit to how much abuse you can withstand, you’re maladjusted and entitled and clearly full of yourself and need a solid stomping so you’ll be quiet and stop screaming.
Growing up is hard Ideology is the tits Seven of Nine . . . you?
Abandonment and getting left behind. That shit does not tickle. How often are we unable to resolve conflict because we’re unable to say, I caused this by demonising, discarding and abandoning you.
No cruel and unusual punishments in majestic late capitalist Utopia. No amount of punishment is excessive, abusive, destructive, or embodying everything it alleges to oppose, where unpersons are concerned.
Hobbits in Ballarat: this town needs to broaden its horizons
> The devil is beyond reason > Have you tried not being condescending > Whose side are you on
If you get mad when pack wolves talk down to you or use you or abandon you or mob you to cover their tracks, you have a screw loose. You should get therapy.
Plumbing the deep six Watch your whole life pass you by Wait your turn arsewipe
I’m heinously unattached. I confess. I haven’t met anyone who makes me feel understood. Sorry. It doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of love about to be missing out on. I feel like shit for good measure. It seems like everyone is winning as it is. We should make a thing out of it anyway though.
Soul’s counterpart The Self reflected in the Other Where is my Self
Trying to talk about #cptsd is nothing if not a mea culpa arsewipes
Nevermind the mea culpas, here’s dopamine-fuelled internet pileons (not criminal affray) and codependent preppies hiding from ourselves inside virtue-hoarding cliques of the more-respectable-than thou and self-appointed moral elect. Ethics, principles and self-restraint are woke noise. Not woke but.
Do we get moralistic and judgemental around the same time we get docile, servile and up to our eyeballs in debt?
Imagine if someone held you like you needed to feel like you had any inherent value aha. You can just about hear someone say, talking about innate value sounds so entitled.
You know you’re living in the end of days when using big words is a bigger offense against the common good than being a close-minded supremacist edgelord whose idea of inner resolution and ethical strength is aggression, herd codependence, militant ignorance, arrogance, grandisity and false pride.
The token superiority of the anti-isolated psycho/freakshow/weirdo/nerd panic bandwagon is also the measure we all use to wedge each other with. ‘If you doubt my judgment or don’t think the same way I do you’re as bad as the freakshows.’ Everybody wins, except when no one does. Ableism is the best.
It figures that supremacist karma police, virtue-hoarding pack wolves and codependent clique slaves require sainthood from anyone complaining about ableism before they can be taken seriously. No different fundamentally to official attitudes towards Jeffrey Epstein’s many victims before there was too much dirt to be able to sweep it all under the rug eh .
If you get mad when pack wolves talk down to you or use you or abandon you or mob you to cover their tracks, you have a screw loose. You should get therapy. Because you have a limit to how much abuse you can withstand, you’re maladjusted and entitled and clearly full of yourself and need a solid stomping so you’ll be quiet and stop screaming.
I never change beyond acting out on unresolved conflicts when not hiding from myself completely inside cliques. I never evolve ideas or concede shortcomings any anything I already believe to be true about myself and the world. Therefore no one else could.
Misogyny isn’t a malfunction of women. Racism isn’t the responsibility of blacks or Asians to fix. Ableism isn’t an issue for freakshows who need to get their head examined because we don’t feel like being told about our disrespect and shit attitude right now.
I’m conflicted, frustrated and bored. I think I’ll start some shit with someone who represents all the parts of myself I’ve aborted or left undeveloped to let some steam off.
Imagine taking for granted feeling like people around you would want you to feel accepted and understood in general.
Dylan Thomas: Do not go gently into the night Morally-respectable big knob fish in tiny, festy ponds: do though
The ‘you made your bed you can lie in it’ demographic are dead meat. I won’t take any one of you pigs down unless I can take you all down.
If you’re suicidal and lurching in the direction of punching your own ticket, that’s okay you know. Freakshows are expendable. A purging is a boon for the greater good. The pack is renewed. A higher purpose is served with the masks of civility removed.
Plenty of men were burnt at the stake as witches back in the day. It’s almost as though we don’t want to know if mere facts like that one defy the mentality that prejudice is a collective problem with individual solutions and that prejudice and discrimination aren’t structural to class hierarchies.
Abandonment hurts. Abandonment burns like the stake.
I described a discard to an academic shrink once. She said, what’s the only possible thing you can take from that. This shrink was made of brass. I said, that person wasn’t worth knowing. She said, you know that. I didn’t say, but might have, it’s the loss of whoever inherits that. I didn’t say, ow.
The faith you put in people sure kills like a motherfucker at times.
Of course there’s no such thing as emotional rape, what crack smoking woke terrorist faggot would suggest such a thing.
Vampires be like, hurr durr ur kook everyone knows all about ur litany of sideways behavior lol. Im like, yeah hurr durr you need me to be a kook so badly, as punishment you withhold empathy, means of self-efficacy and paths to secure attachment I missed in the fist place slow clap who’s the kook
When you’re crying black and blue But the agro starts with you, Paranoia, paranoia
Don’t overload on hurts or anger when you’re surrounded by pious supremacist hypocrites on a mission, who exploit, ennnoble and normalise hate, irresponsibility and groupthink to demonstrate their oh so superior moral sensibilities and to rationaise their own cowardice and conformity.
If you can’t show up for people, judge, label, essentialise, demonise, judge, discard and abandon them, subject them to online mobbing and perennial mob-agro, and criminalise them I always say.
I’m a bad apple, it’s true. I have some bizarre malfunction of which the moral elect can make neither head nor tail. Why does it defy the mentality that the truth of an idea is determined by the number of people who believe it so. Who would do that. Obvious degenerate deviant pond scum right here
The prize is your hope. It can eat the shadows.
I wasn’t ever that close to any of you in the first place. It’s the lies that hurt, not your absence.
Ghoulish naivete rocked up to my place and said, what’s cookin’ homie?! Yours truly turned around and said, yo!
Defending the cause of the individual against coercive autocracy means reconstructing harms as beneficial to the victim’s own best interests and higher purposes like the defense of the individual against coercive autocracy, peasants. Get a clue.
I think law is a bit like religion, you can make it say anything you fucking want. Not habitually masking self-interest but
Authoritarians are only ever upset about violence they don’t benefit from
Have you ever noticed how pack wolves are the nicest people as long as you’re a conformist and you look the other way in the face of raging double standards towards freakshows and unpeople?
TFW when you feel like a freakshow, and then the world somehow gets the message you need reminding.
When someone throws a label on you in lieu of meeting you halfway, just remind yourself it’s a PPSA and move on. PPSA: Projecting Provocateur Self-Announcing.
Imagine if anyone ever had to be held accountable for conditions that produce identity disturbance and dissociation. Imagine if you were ever visible and valued enough to merit a ‘sorry’ for crippling loss of self. Privilege means it’s not a problem if it’s not a problem for us.
Of course we’re going to probelmatise adverse reactions to disrespect and abuse, being told when we don’t feel like it right now is where the real harm starts. If you’re a perpetrator or enabler, you make mistakes and are fallible. If you won’t play along, Tough Love for faggots until they will.
Of course there’s no such thing as emotional rape, what crack smoker would suggest such a thing
Can I borrow your hotline to the Almighty? Have questions.
Socrates got what was coming to him, him and his bolshevik hoofwank.
In our own minds, inside cliques, we dominate our surroundings through the codependent groupthink of our wolf packs, and the collective paranoia that binds us together as the moral elect, right? Outside of the blinkers of collective paranoia, are we captured/bought-off/diminished yes men and women.
TFW you know most people around you would stand by and watch if you were dragged off to a concentration camp.
The self-appointed moral elect stab each other in the back when not ganging up on outsiders, freakshows and unpeople. They staff our dumb and corrupt world, making compromises for a seat at the table and compromising into complicity out of habit, too numb to be able to tell the difference between slavery and freedom, too diminished to care.
The moral Elect have no concept of how to approach unpeople nonconfrontationally, avoiding either active or passive agro. We’re grounded in self-efficacy, what’s your malfunction you fucking loser. Why are you punching yourself in the face. Why are you punching yourself in the face. Why are you punching yourself in the face. You couldn’t make a freakshow feel understood if your life somehow depended on it. Somehow you have the edge on faggots who are too good for the ingroup jizz. How?
What a society of fucking bellends. At least it does you one favour in removing mask of civility so you know exactly who you’re dealing with. Yeah bootlickers jumping on ingroup morality-policing bandwagons think they know something. about yours truly. I know for a fact what you’re made of shitbirds. About on the same level as ‘you’re too retarded to want to be a codependent clique slave who’ll swallow the ingroup jizz and be one of us.’
Preferencing being normal over being happy sure seems to be working out miserably for everyone hey
If we jump aboard ingroup morality-policing bandwagons, are we beholden then to bad faith-acting insofar as we buy inot the mentality that the truth of an idea is determined by the number of people who believe it? Is that good at any rate for dodging how we have endless upward social mobility and an endless-growth world ecomomy to facilitate it on a finite planet?
Is a clique a form of shelter privilege liberals? Is shelter privilege one of the carrots that gets dangled in front of you to entice you onto the rat race bandwagon? Like, along with idk morality policing bandwagons targeting freakshows and unpeople saying bad things about endless-growth and endless upward mobility? Do you know what I mean?
Freedom is frightening, everything my puny brain doesn’t know even more so. If someone shows us all up by doing brain work we can’t, it’s okay to stomp them. The truth of an idea is determined by the number of people who believe it. Vote 1 Police. Vote 1 Morality Police. Vote 1 Karma Police.
How’s your class-climbing and status-humping and rat race competitive bandwagon-jumping two-faced frauds of lives working out needing an endless-growth economy on a finite planet to facilitate endless upward mobility, you raging fucking basics? Not woke and acting out like grade school preppies but
There’s an empty tin can rattling around in the breeze on an empty street in an industrial estate, adjacent to an overgrown vacant lot. On the faded and tatty label on the can, half-loose, it reads: what you don’t understand is we can have this and everything else both ways losers.
Most of us seem a bit like, the thinking that lead to encircling ecocide in the first place had better be the solution to itself, I fucked a lot of people over to make it into the middle classes.
What is loyalty, is it love of the government and the social order, or love of the people and the common good.
Gilles Dauve once wrote that middle class liberals prepare the way for fascism by defending positively sacred class hierarchies but personal boundaries not so much from counterhegemonists to the left, treating symptoms rather than root causes and letting the latter fester into crisis. Not wrong. The morality police recreate the state in microcosm with permitted vigilatism.
Hey I’m glad we live in evolved market liberal societies where the adults in the room run the show and its not all an end of days shitshow with everyone all lost up our own arses while trying not to be the last to go under. It’s not perfect but at least it’s not anarchy.
If you presumed to know as much as a biologist or mathematician with no qualifications, you’d rightly be considered to be getting ahead of yourself. History on the other hand lol
You have to wonder if all those religious conspiracists back in the day weren’t just raging with the green monsters because the peasants who were getting freaky out in the forest in their nominally satanic orgies were also getting HEAPS
What’s good for alienation? Make-believe. The ideological spectrum is positively a cornucopia of magical thinking. You can magic altruistic outcomes from selfish means any which fucking way you like. Forget you even exist as individual inside a paranoid hive mind. Its the best.
Never let the facts get in the way of ideology you can hide from yourself inside of I always say. Give democracy a trademark and some bronzer.
Is the mentality that saying bad things about crimes against humanity means you hate Jews the real tyranny of woke? Is ‘woke’ what bigots call getting an education these days?
Is ‘woke’ what bigots call getting an education these days?
Can an infinite-growth economy work on a finite planet? Is spitting many dummies sub-orbital over the wheels falling off the bandwagon of endless upward mobility because it doesn’t going to change that fact one bit? Carry on consuming. For sure we can have endless growth on a finite planet and endless upward mobility on a dead one.
I’ve lost count of how many emaciated Palestinian corpses I’ve seen on insta tody.
Does your soul rot once your complicity in trying to make an endless-growth economy work on a finite planet is ensured by your conversion to the competition for upward mobility in an ever-expanding (or something) economy? How’s that rising tide that lifts all boats working out for all the winners
If teals are green Tories, what are tory laborites? Lavenders?
I & I built a fortress in the shadow of your indifference, arrogance and neglect. You send me building material every time you remove your masks of civility from beyond your craven yellowbelly wolf packs.
Ohmygod I just had the biggest wargasm! I don’t give one fuck about ANYTHING right now hey
Why do people captured by death cults also want endless-growth economies? Legitimately confused. THOUGH I DIE ENDLESS UPWARD MOBILITY LIVES UNTIL THE PLANET JOINS ME IN DEATH.
Does antiintellectualism make you dull?
History repeats like a broken record. Intelligence is grounded in pattern recognition. Historical intelligence is grounded in the same. Get your smarts on, know your history.
Hi, i’m counterterrorist conspiracism. I like to weaponise antifascism while designating antifascism a terrorist movement. Boy do I love that collective paranoia crack. In all seriousness, if you say bad things about crimes against humanity, you hate Jews, so antifascism is good because no more antisemitic holocausts, but antifascism is heinous terrorism because MAGA gets fragile about being told? I can’t keep up.
Totalitarians claim unity lies in conformity and uniformity. The fuck do codependent pack wolves know. What if unity demands any capacity to respect and believe in oneself and each other as autonomous individuals. I am because we are, we are because I am aka class solidarity.
Will I find my way. Will I learn to love myself. Will I be loved. Will I let myself be loved. Will anxiety and irresolution be my fate. Does it matter.
You know what’s funny, the whole time you have the ability supremacist stigma on you THAT CUNTS KNOWN TO OUR PACK NARCISSISM AND PARANOIA AS A FUCKEN FREAKSHOW AND SUBHUMAN POND SCUM not #cockblock but your attachment disorder is all IM OFF THE HOOK CUNTS WOOOP LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL BABY
Should write an episode of Black Mirror where you meet someone on tinder or wherever, and as soon as things start to heat up you get a message THIS INTRODUCTION WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY AMELIA INGRID HEARTS INC, A VANGUARD ENTERPRISE. TO CONTINUE PLEASE DEPOSIT TEN CREDITS
Mea cupla shitlords. If you can dial down the purges and witchhunts a notch I have intel from the dark side.
I’ve never understood the importance of not trying to make yourself understood to people who are devoted to misunderstanding you. Like so many other things I had to figure out on my own. We get there eventually but, us laggards..
TFW you start to wonder if you’ve ever actually had legitimate friends at all. There must be a reason solitude is so easy, seriously.
O middle class, morally-elect, respectable society, shall I compare thee to a prison cell? Yes, get as bent as you can manage
I do sometimes get to wondering if finding a way to retain your memory of people you meet at their best isn’t a way to heal yourself from them at, you know, not so best. Maybe you can take on and retain the cores they abort for, like, safekeeping.
Anyone know how you go applying for political asylum on another planet? No I jest, who would even dream of such a thing on a spellbinding utopia like Planet Normal.
Oh yeah massive shout out to everyone who saw me right and saw that I had settled in life, couldn’t have done it without you. Where would I be without you, I hate to think.
