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I like a few things. I dislike a few things. I have opinions on all things.

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@thecooldoge7 @Stone_tossers People don’t have to prove they aren’t racist, they just have to prove you’re an idiot and have no logic behind your argument.

Proving you aren’t racist is like trying to prove you don’t like the taste of shit.

Easy to prove the inverse, though.

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@HairyJohns6652 @seamus_coughlin Equality feels like oppression when you’ve grown accustomed to living without consequences.

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@iluminatibot How can we forget? They keep trying to do it to the current president!

[healthbot @thehealthb0t]

Man shows a medication costs less than $4 to dispense

Since the patient has insurance, the insurance company makes them charge $97

US Health Insurance companies should be prosecuted

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@HairyJohns6652 @seamus_coughlin You’re absolutely right. Let’s prove your theory by having all the Democrats vote to make abortion illegal to show that Republicans will stop them by voting to keep it!

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@libsoftiktok Shut it all down, please.

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@Timcast

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@MattWalshBlog That’s the face of a man who has accepted that he will be scooping goat turds because it makes his wife happy to have goats.

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@philthatremains

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@Lukewearechange The only way out is through.

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@imfat $2370/month for basic utilities? I’m guessing you left food out for a reason? Let’s round up to $3000/month for food and other essentials.

If you make $19/hr you have to work 158 hours before taxes. With taxes you need to work 198 hours.

I suggest getting a roommate.

[Rand Paul @RandPaul]

The COVID cover-up goes all the way to the top. Fauci funded the Wuhan lab. Senior intelligence officials hid classified evidence from the president himself. Scientists were silenced. Millions paid the price.

The DOJ has until May 11th to prosecute Fauci before the statute of limitations runs out.

I am not letting this go. The American people deserve justice.

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Candace Owens: The Polished Predator Who Sodomizes Grief for Narcissistic Communion

In the shadowed theater of public discourse, where grief should command silence and truth demand restraint, Candace Owens delivers a masterclass in the black alchemy of the Cluster B soul.

Watch the clip. Listen to the cadence…measured, theatrical, the voice of a woman who has rehearsed her victimhood in the mirror until it gleams like polished obsidian.

Erika Kirk, widow of a man publicly executed, dares to name the pattern:

Owens has spent months insinuating, audio-dropping, ring-removing, and conspiracy-crafting her way around the corpse of Charlie Kirk.

And Owens’ response?

Not contrition. Not even strategic retreat.

No.

She pronounces sentence:

“Her punishment is going to be more truth… she is sentenced to more truth… and I have been keeping a little secret and it’s time for me to reveal it.”

This is not rhetoric.

This is the diagnostic fingerprint of malignant narcissism fused with psychopathic sadism, delivered with the chilling serenity of a predator who believes her own myth.

The Grandiose Core:

Malignant narcissists do not merely seek attention; they require cosmic centrality.

Charlie Kirk’s assassination was not allowed to remain his tragedy. It became her platform…a fresh vein of narcissistic supply.

By weaving herself into the narrative (the secret-keeper, the truth-teller, the only one brave enough to question the widow), she elevates herself from commentator to oracle.

Erika’s pushback is therefore not a grieving woman setting a boundary; it is a direct assault on Owens’ godhood. Hence the instantaneous reframing: I am the victim.

She put a “target” on my back.

Classic narcissistic injury response…projection so seamless it would impress a master forger.

DARVO in Real Time:

Deny. Attack. Reverse Victim and Offender.

Textbook.

She denies the accusation she has spent months cultivating (the “I never said she murdered him” sleight-of-hand while her content library screams the opposite).
Then the attack: “punishment.”

Not debate. Not evidence.

Punishment.

The language of the dominatrix disguised as journalist. And the reversal…Erika, the widow still navigating the crater where her husband once stood, is now the aggressor who “sentenced” Owens to public scrutiny.

The flying monkeys (her comment-section cult) are already mobilized, as the original poster rightly notes.

This is not organic discourse. This is supply-chain management for a personality that feeds on outrage and loyalty oaths.

The Psychopathic Overlay:

Here the pathology turns lethal.

Psychopaths lack the affective empathy that makes normal humans recoil from weaponizing a widow’s grief. Owens does not merely lack it…she performs its absence with relish.

The widow’s pain is not real to her; it is raw material.

The “little secret” she teases is not truth…it is the next dopamine hit, the next tranche of engagement, the next way to keep the spotlight riveted on her while a woman buries her husband and raises children under the shadow of conspiracy porn.

Criminal profilers recognize this pattern in high-functioning female psychopaths: the velvet voice, the intellectualized cruelty, the absolute absence of somatic distress when inflicting harm.

She does not flinch. She smiles. She calls it “truth.”

Philosophical Rot:

Nietzsche warned us about those who wield truth as a bludgeon…the ressentiment-fueled priests of the spirit who poison the well while preaching purity.

Owens has become exactly that:

a false prophet who perverts the Socratic imperative (“follow the evidence wherever it leads”) into a sadistic sacrament.

Real philosophy seeks understanding.

This is anti-philosophy…narcissistic epistemology, where reality is whatever serves the ego’s survival.

Arendt would call it the banality of evil made performative: not monstrous in intent, but monstrous in its thoughtless, self-aggrandizing banality.

The universe is not a conspiracy centered on Candace Owens.

But for the malignant narcissist, any other cosmology is intolerable.

This is not “mean girl” behavior.

This is psychological terrorism dressed in designer intellectualism.

The widow did not ask to star in Owens’ personal House of Cards. She asked for the machinery of grief to be allowed its dignity.

Instead she receives a public sentencing to “more truth”…code for more of me, more of my narrative, more of my control.

No one near Candace Owens is safe.

Not because she is powerful. Because she is empty.

And emptiness this voracious devours everything it touches…reputations, relationships, the fragile boundary between public discourse and psychological predation.

The mask is not slipping. It is being worn as armor while the demon beneath grins and calls it justice.

The Terminal Phase:

When the Void Demands Worship
This is malignant narcissism in its terminal stage:

the point where the personality no longer hides its hunger. It advertises it. And dares you to look away.

The Smear Campaign as Sacrament

Observe the method.

Months of audio-drops, ring-removals (whatever private symbolism that held), and “just asking questions” that somehow always circled back to the widow’s competence, her grief, her very legitimacy as successor.

The “Bride of Charlie” series is not journalism; it is ritual desecration. Each episode peels another layer not from any verifiable conspiracy, but from the widow’s composure.

Every discrepancy in biography, every tonal mismatch in leaked audio, every logistical decision made in the raw aftermath of assassination becomes “evidence.”

Not of murder, perhaps…Owens now performs the careful legal two-step of “I never said she murdered him”…but of something worse in the narcissist’s cosmology: inauthenticity.

To the Cluster B soul, there is no greater crime than failing to center her narrative.

The widow dared to grieve on her own terms, to lead the organization her husband built, to say the simple word “Stop.”

For this effrontery, she must be sentenced to more truth. More scrutiny. More of Candace’s sacred, self-referential epistemology.

This is not truth-seeking.

This is epistemic sadism…the weaponization of “questions” to erode the target’s reality until only Owens’ version remains standing.

The flying monkeys swarm not because they have examined the evidence, but because the high priestess has spoken.

Dissenters are excommunicated as “simps for the widow” or worse. Loyalty is total or you are part of the conspiracy.

The Mirror and the Abyss

At core, this reveals the terrifying emptiness. A healthy psyche, even one prone to drama, recoils from turning a fresh grave into content.

The malignant narcissist sees only opportunity:

fresh supply, new enemies, another chapter in the eternal saga of Candace Versus the World.

Charlie Kirk’s death was not permitted its finality. It became hers. His legacy, his widow, his organization… all annexed into the Owens mythos.

Erika Kirk’s crime was simple:

she existed as a rival protagonist in the story Owens had already claimed. The widow’s boundary (“Stop”) was not a plea for peace.

In the narcissist’s mind, it was a declaration of war on the only reality that matters…hers.

No Redemption Arc

There will be no moment of clarity.

Malignant narcissism does not resolve through exposure; it metastasizes.

The “little secret” will drop.

More “truth” will flow.

The voice will remain measured, theatrical, that polished obsidian cadence delivering psychological vivisection with a smile.

Because for Owens, this is love…the only form she knows. To devour is to possess. To destroy is to dominate.

To sentence a grieving widow to endless public autopsy is, in the twisted logic, an act of supreme benevolence:

“I am saving you from your own lies.”

The rest of us are left with the diagnostic certainty.

This is not conservative infighting. It is not even standard political grift.

It is the public performance of a disordered mind that has mistaken its own pathology for prophecy.

The theater grows darker.

The audience, addicted to the drama, keeps the lights on. And the widow buries her husband while the oracle pronounces new sentences.

No one near Candace Owens is safe…not because she is powerful, but because she is fucking empty.

And that emptiness has learned to speak in the language of truth, while meaning only one thing:

more.

Always more. Until nothing else remains.

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@LPNational You’re correct, our rights come from God. It’s weird though, because the last post I saw from you said that I shouldn’t use religion to keep two men from getting married…

Ideologically inconsistency is why Libertarians lose elections. You have no moral foundation.

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@ResisttheMS I feel myself being pulled into madness each day by the continuous onslaught of lies and attacks.

These people are evil.

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@TRHLofficial

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@changethrutag @DavidJHarrisJr Those weren’t experimental treatments.

If the government is experimenting on their sailors without their informed consent, shouldn’t you get to opt out?

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@DemzDeliver What is a junk fee? Why do they charge so much in taxes? Those are the real junk fees.

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@DefiantLs

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@KathleenWinche3 Fuck that road…