you're self-defeating. the more you celebrate and propagate porn addiction, the less likely japan is to survive the coming world order collapse to produce your little girl cartoons, because they'll be too busy gooning to loli just like you.
some guy on that thread said it can't ever be assumed artists nowadays aren't far leftists, because any "genuine conservative" who could make art too "had their creative spark snuffed by their boomer parents".
so, in essence, "i can't be sane AND make cool art, my boomer parents didn't let me!"
and we wonder why our side of the culture war seems to be in charge of so little of the pop culture we are trying to change. i hope this gets figured out eventually. people buy 60 dollar AAA games to whine the franchises were ruined, but can't spare a minute or a dime to find a third positionist artist to support instead, in an age where we KNOW being sane makes every institution seek to bankrupt you...
imagine trying to phish what are essentially even more paranoid 4chanites for their password for an extremist forum...
"hello whom it way concenr we are .win tech suppord we require ur password for security verification"
the closet was an effective solution to what is essentially an infectious mental illness
i have no problem with BPD or whatever being out of the closet because they don't go around saying "hey kid, wanna flip-flop between being suicidal and ecstatic like me?". however, we all know what homosexuals do with kids.
"random acts of violence" are how revolutions are roused up.
“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand? … The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.”
a kid's "opportunity" is his parents' "outcome".
i like this a lot to explain how even "equality of opportunity" can go awry, nice one.
still, i think a cultural entrepreneurial mindset with people trying to "make it out of their caste" as it were is not the worst thing in the world. india's caste system has just made their highborn inbred and their lowborn animalistic, and even doing away with the myths that the medieval ages were "dark" or evil, i think a lotta genetic anomaly farmer minds that could've been great inventors were probably forced to stay farmers, which is an injustice. nowadays we simply have the worldly prosperity to school everyone to a healthy baseline and present them with a few hopes for improvement - give them, or "equalize" their opportunity - and i don't think we should do away with that.
we probably hit the right balance 5-10 decades ago then rapidly abandoned it with this equality of outcome insanity.
the UI is absolute garbage
every discord replacer software i've tried, privacy-oriented or not, has had absolute garbage to the power of sixteen as its UI. "why does everyone use discord?" has the same answer as "why does everyone use windows?" - the alternatives SUCK.
this is gonna suck to say because i credit Transistor with making me love music, but Hades' OST was meh and 2 is rehashed exponential meh with terrible story-writing behind it. the first bad signs were him getting his Indie Singer Voice all up in Pyre's OST, and by Hades it's like they forgot what a good singer Ashley was. now there's some harpy in the second one going "i will keel u with my claws and drown u eeeee" as if those are interesting lyrics.
yeah, if God is perfect, then God knows perfectly how to use abstract ideas and nuance. a lot of Christianity in general depends so much on this fact, it's really a shame most either ignore it or completely twist the intended interpretation.
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that makes it number two. here, for your short attention span, i'll repeat it:
you, like many of the youth of our generation, are addicted to dopamine, pornography, or both, and whether you know it or not, this is just a visceral reaction to having them taken away from you.
we have the same enemy, but i suggest you find better reasons to fight them, because if you start off with "they terk ma pixel chiicks" they're going to toy with your weakened psyche like a cat toys with a mutilated rat. heed my warning.
you know, i see people reacting so viscerally to this stuff over and over as if each time a little apocalypse happens -
do you plan to win over the world as an anonymous nobody? do you plan to do it without having a single enemy know who you even are? is bill gates going to wake up one day in a prison cell with all his assets seized scratching his head, wondering "how did all my spy tools fail?", and you will triumphantly reply, "i used linux"?
once your enemy wants you dead he will try to find where you live so he can kill you. unless you are blackmailable, it is of literally no consequence that he also knows you play video games or browse .win sites. i don't like it either, but eventually we need to stop being shocked at our enemies fighting us, and stop prioritizing making broken tranny OSs work over actually fighting back. if you use your PC to fight back they don't have the technology to brick it yet, even on the most up to date windows, and i'd rather fight back than trawl old documentation for two hours on how to make desktop icons not show up.