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!
Ganbate, DreamGPT-chan!
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?
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.
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.
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.
The title should read - "Black woman gets offended at reality".
“I wasn’t gonna say anything but I decided I want you to feel as uncomfortable as I do.
Oh believe you me I'd already be uncomfortable, you probably take up two fucking seats.
I want you to know that I saw your text messages and I think you’re disgusting,”
Would have thought the same the moment I'd have seen her waddle down the isle like a bloated fuckin' ape, just knowing I wasn't going to be able to squeeze through to piss if I were next to the window or be forced to smell her rancid ass if I wasn't. You are a living inconvenience and your indignation is desirable. Not even your men want to stick around for it and they have no fucking standards.
He should have kept texting and continued with, "Ew, aunt jamama just talked to me".
"If you protect your culture you don't deserve it! >:)"
They are of course wholely ignorant that J.R.R. Tolkien's creative imperative was to establish an independently rich mythos for the Anglo-Saxon seperate from the Norman, which he felt historically dominated their cultural/mythological intraoccular. There is no "deserve" in this equation, it belongs to the Saxon and any further production is a non-canonnical parody of the source material.
This is also coming from the people who got offended at mere costumes when it came to their respective cultures - yet they'll desecrate landmarks, destroy statues, rewrite your history book, fuck with your lexicon, negrify every cultural symbol, take credit for every minor accomplishment, and sink their fangs into everything of even passing interest to antagonize what they readily admit they fear most. Identity politics is a war we are losing for refusing to play and the world is uglier for it.
Immediately he knows the type of woman she is and that it probably didn't stop at having a black kid - the concept of the "cock carasouel" is very naturally intuited.
Deep down he knows that the whole world, in all that it presumes of him, will also see him as a weak and defeated cuck no matter how liberal his surroundings are; and the world would be right under any manner of circumstance in which he'd be seen carting around Tyrone's unwanted globohomo gremlin. Tyrone didn't even have to try. This makes the bugman look completely dickless. Even if he tried in earnest to "man up!" he'll probably get cheated on since no man with even a sliver of self-respect is going to see past that - and there is a paradox of disrespect here, where she thinks she wants this kind of man but she actually doesn't. He is then just another overly permissive tool to leech off of until he is disposed of when he can't take the shit anymore or she nitpicks something wrong with him and leaves because she cuts him down so low that she thinks she can do better.
She doesn't even see it, that the demand here is in itself a form of humiliation.
At face value it is easy to sympathize because it is easy to see women as victims, but this is the cognitive feedback loop that single mothers and coalburners have and it does not self-correct. Prevention is the only solution, and only a correct culture can prevent this. Always perceive single mothers and the like as they would perceive a man without a penis.
The answer should always be "that's unfortunate" or "pay the toll".
(((stone)))