@kinovision10000 I had a few niggling issues with some leaps in logic and he can't brag that his conclusion is wholly original but it's still my favorite of Yarvin's blogposts.
Last night, I had an experience - an illuminating experience. My mother, she made me some overspiced food, with too many hot peppers, and I was agitated by this; I was triggered by this. But it also triggered some deep philosophical thoughts that had been bubbling within my mind.
What is spiciness connected with? Think about it - spiciness is connected - you might connect it with - Mexico. You might connect it with, you know, salsa, or a hot sauce. Tacos, or any of that Mexican cuisine. And then you might start to think about - you know - La Cucaracha dances and shit. You might - you might start to think about... Arabia. You might start to think about, you know, kebab, grilling kebab. And, you might start to think about Arabians dancing crazily. And, if you think some more, you might think about South America. You might think about a whole list of these cultures, which are both degenerate and very much into spicy food. Now, do you see the connection? There's a very clear connection, if you think about it.
Talk to any person from one of these Nordic countries, you know, even just Europeans - Americans of European descent. You'll find, there is not, generally - I'm sure many pretend to like it - but, spiciness is not the white way. It is definitely not the Nordic way. And, I'm going to explain why:
Spiciness is degenerate, spiciness is anti-white. I don't mean to say that in any trivial way. In what it represents, spiciness is degenerate. What it means to spice up your food is to cause yourself agitation. To agitate your tongue. To cause you pain. To cause you a sensation, this new sensation, you might start shifting in your chair like "aah! that's hot!"
Here's the thing about spice: once you go from spicing food to making food spicy you've crossed into the realm of degeneracy. You're gonna be welcomed by Arab sheikhs and all these sort of loud cucaracha dances. I don't mean this as a joke. If spicy food is something you enjoy then it's a sign of a degenerated spirit.
And it's these mud races that are so obsessed with spicy food. They're obsessed with agitation. They live in these climates where it's just sand, blowing in the wind. Or they might live in a muddy tropical forest where it's all gooey and slop-slop everywhere; it's constantly changing. But in the far North, what do we have? We have ice. There we have a true symbol. A way to orient ourselves, I suppose you'd say.
Spice is really a symbol of total decadence. If you enjoy causing pain to yourself, why is that? It's a thirst for total agitation that these lower races are so much more... it's just so much more sensual than the Hyperborean race. And it's not a plus to be more sensual. Hyperboreans have the true strength. Ice is strong. Sand, you can just throw it to the wind, or you know.. it's just disgusting... you can step on some mud, throw it away.
You can disperse these substrates very easily. You have to smash ice.
So don't eat spicy food from a fucking salsa bowl, drink from the cool ice of your hyperborean ancestors.
YouTube's random no-name video booster served me some small town's PSA on electric motorcycle regulations. Whenever they say "e-moto" it sounds like "imouto" and it's cracking me up.
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@DameDameDoutei Similar thing happened to me a while back. Fan bearing failed and would cause this awful grinding noise. I would open up the case and blast some canned air into the fan which fix it for a *little* while but not long.
Those are the gamerslave anxiety suppression pillars. They put them there because the original art direction of TSC being on a lone, non-tropical island surrounded by water stretching into an endless horizon would have invited contemplation and awe, which could scare goymers.
Anthony wrote the single best "review and analysis" of Deus Ex ever. And this is a game people discuss TO DEATH. Even Elon Musk would discuss this. This is precisely why "internet censorship" and free speech are utmost importance.
Loving housewife in a cyberpunk setting who gets body mods that make her almost impervious to typical human levels of physical harm so her husband can take his day out on her when he gets home.
Replies are acting like rat stimulant mechanics like perfect parrying and perfect dodging and perfect shitting yourself are tarnishing the legacy of Waves of Boris: My First Mate is Obama, as if the original didn't play like a glorified Newgrounds kiII Justin Bieber game.