I think one of the hardest lessons you'll ever learn is that our ideas of what a woman ought to be can only occur within a specific context that might not have ever been anything more than a superficial emphasis on decency driven by what was even then a completely outdated ideation of romanticism from 18th century France. Everything before was basically an exhange between worthy families, which worked.

There is nothing within our current social or legal structure that keeps the worst of it in check. They are badly programmed, and there are no perceived consequences or loss in social capital for even the most aggressive grievances. They are often rewarded for it.

Even more damning you'll find that most women are nothing more than a flock animal with nesting instincts, who will do anything to suffice that purpose and lives entirely outside of moral parameters that are often inherent to the sensibilities of men - not a lot of men would do some of the shit that passes for normal in terms of what a woman generally does to a man with a completely clear conscience due to her naturally prodigious agility for rationalization. We project because they seem normal at face value, and boy howdy, do we get wrecked. In order for women to be right, the society/pecking order has to be right.

If society is wrong, women are right in being wrong.

I think you'd be underestimating the polarities gen z and late-millenials have been exposed to with regards to how questions tend to be framed and loaded including this one if you thought this was some face value assessment of any ond person's view of personal liberties. In essence, the way this is framed is that being opposed is synonymous with supporting abuse, and immediately becomes an accusation that lowers social capital. That 33% has been conditioned think the two are interchangeable when asked this question.

Ergo, the real question is "Would you relinquish your privacy to end abuse? Do you value your privacy more than battered women?". The figure of 33% should surprise no one.

That letter better have a check worth more than 3.7 trillion stapled to it.

Honestly, even from the leftist angle it's a little too much too late. It looks like they're just beating up random people, though this in itself probably isn't far removed from their collective psyche.

"WHAT IF I FLASH MY ENTIRE fucking COCK AND BALLS AT YOUR CHILDREN DO ALL LIVES MATTER NOW HUHUHUHUHE"

Got em. I consneed. You must die.

Ha that's funny, this is going to age well. I'll remember that while preparing your noose in the next 3 years or so.

(((stone)))

It's been traditional painting time for a very long time.

Lazy pilpulling that can be affixed to anyone with a clear, if not overtly stated agenda - when they claim to be "abolishing whiteness", that tells you everything you need to know.

Every culture is valid except for the white, we're going to pluck out your eyes, put them on our fingertips like fucking olives while mocking your screams but don't be mean to us ever!

Sometimes I worry about our bilaterality with Poland because of this shit. You guys don't deserve that and I apologize in earnest.

Ganbate, DreamGPT-chan!

https://invidious.0011.lt/watch?v=mxdBf6uakvI

We were "familar", so things were cordially playful and I kind of wish I stuck around. Insufferably liberal though.

I used to make this finnish girl in my group glow red when I'd jab her with this kind of shit. A bunch of terminally bored swamp-running fruitcakes up there. The lads are even fruitier.

But how can anyone complain when it is a cultural norm to have a damned summer house?

Have you no heart? Next thing you're going to tell me is that this man has to languish in the absolute destitude of plucking the grapes from the vine himself! For shame, London.

Oh the duality of being both a globohomo puppet and the richest shitposter on earth. I know I've said it a million times on other accounts I have long forgotten the passwords to but it was fun while it lasted.

I'm sure your "sondaughter" is very pleased.

Who the fuck shops at petsmart anyway? The terrariums are more expensive than the lizards. $50 for 5 panes of glass and some fucking hotglue? Nah.

Jokes on you, real men only use emojis when mocking their enemy. You would never know through a casual conversation, only that he is both based and a king.

Shit's gotta get done and no one forced them but necessity. Actual chemistry guides that ship or else they'd be dead. They don't have to like eachother but atleast there are no secrets or illusions in this regard - when men live and work together such a thing is imperative.

Yeah, and somehow it works doesn't it? At the end of the adventure they either fuck off to their own culture or kinda travel together because the dynamic is good enough for a quest - but it is always for the specific needs of a monoculture (which is in itself usually quite beautiful); fixing one thing at a time, maybe for loot, but also to bring out the best in that community/culture WITHOUT WORKING AT ITS EXPENSE. Also it's fucking fun not always liking eachother and I think Europeans have always been about this kind of banter. It highlights the differences and that tends to lead to a certain mutual appreciation when and where it actually matters. The opposite is a recipe for disaster, saying "sorry~~ I WAS TOO CULTURALLY INSENSITIVE~~" instead of "Oy fuck off knife ears!" leads to something absolutely insufferable.

I can't believe I even have to say it. If I can't call you a gold grubbing, block-headed, mountain-dwelling shortstack I don't want to be in the same campaign.

I wish this were the case. I wish people were more tired of it. Fear of violence grows exclusively from a guilty conscience, but as far as normies go the pullstring is still firmly attached to their ass.

The whole target boycott was a good springboard and they're are almost malleable - and the left flipped the fuck out because "HOW DARE YOU SPEND MONEY WITHOUT RECKLESS ABANDON! WHAT ABOUT OUR WOKE SHIT?!". It's because they fucking know that this shit is about to wear its novelty. They don't want to be set back 10-20 years, they want a weak, timid, comfort worshipping right.

Do they actually like tip-toeing around eachother's sensibilities? What does that session even look like? Roll 20 for Detron to fuck soyjack's wife! +5 inclusivity bonus! :OOO

Aim that thing at the banks and we'll call it good.

He's the guy who called the cops on Target for refusing to sell him a mislabeled toothbrush for $.01.

This is more jewish than matzah bread, the menorah, the talmud, and the last name "cohen".

I don't blame you. Thought the world was ahead of me, had a fiancee, I was making big career strides - then it was all torn away from me. I almost made it and it is almost like a sick joke how badly the world fucked me. A crime really. My country hated me in a coldsnap, BLM and ANTIFA niggers tried to burn down my home, for a time it was legally permissible to shoot me in the street for my then evolving political beliefs and frustrations, then it was okay to want to ship me off to covid auschwitz, every friend I had turned coat and I found out the hard way how normies will hierarchally discard a person, all of my opportunities were given away freely to my enemies, overt commies, etc. People have even targeted and tried to kill me. Before all this I was bluepilled to the gills. I was kicked around like a dog by the world, stripped of everything that made life worth a damn and it expected me to grovel like a bitch repeating its preferred, fictional narrative. I became completely disillusioned and stopped asking "WHY?!", because "fuck you" is the actual reason. It's all programmed proceedure and it doesn't have to make sense to you.

And after, like the Lord's prayer I'd reminisce and ruminate about all the people who wronged and betrayed me, not realizing that what I really wanted was a damn time machine. But 2019 for all of the optimism and potential it represented, all of the lies that were worth believing back then - it's all a damn ghost. You look back and all the signs were there. I wanted it all back, but you can't chase the ghost of something that never truly existed. Your friends were projections and the sun in the sky was an illusion. You'll be running forever, following what is either a swan or siren's song that has no real conclusion.

Those days never belonged to you or me. They are an intoxicating fiction of when we had no narrative of our own. It is comforting to leave fate to others thinking things will work themselves out, but that's not what history tells us - not even in its most dishonest iterations. The book will shut on you and no one will remember anything but the lies written with a broad brush.

The only narrative that can ever be true is the meta you create for yourself.

Yes. I'd rather be called an old coat and outfit than what these people are and what they'd prefer me to be, which is of course to say the living caracature of a soyjack.

I like my race more, sorry Mr. Lebowitz.