Talking Headless

Guillotine Survivor. 🇺🇸

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

A man once told me, between puffs of his dab pen, that there was "no such thing as left vs. right, only we the people vs. the billionaire pedophile elites". I strapped him to a table and used a CO2 laser to surgically remove his frontal lobe, vocal cords, and penis.

[Department of State @StateDept]

Ideological conditioning and two-tiered policing are glaring symptoms of civilizational decline. They must be rejected across the West.

The United States sends our condolences to the family of Henry Nowak and the people of the United Kingdom at this troubling time.

[Second City Bureaucrat @CityBureaucrat]

Remember that according to prevailing internet lore, AIPAC controls Congress. Therefore, AIPAC wanted both houses to pass a Meme Powers Resolution.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

I am a statue hewn of pure, crystallized hatred.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

Sitting in my parked car reading a post about a parent finding out their kid is taking trans hormones, imagining myself being the dad in that scenario, and getting so mad at my hypothetical tranny son that I repeatedly slam my head into the steering wheel and get a concussion.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

This almost happened, I calmed down just before my head hit the wheel.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

@nic_carter Unfollowed

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

@zohar_engineer

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

Not long after this he also told me that IPhones are programmed so that someday they will all explode at once, killing everyone who owns one as a fulfillment of Biblical end times prophecy.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

Asked a random black coworker if he had heard of Kool-Aid pineapple and he told me he made some last night.

[Nathanael Greene Society @ObedtStNGreene]

The Greene Tavern Ep 68 ft. Grand Marshall Skrain G. Dukat https://t.co/OZ6HdoYzpJ

[Nathanael Greene Society @ObedtStNGreene]

What is a Patriot?

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[Bovril-Gesellschaft @BovrilG]

NIXON:– and I'll tell you something, Bob, nobody's thought of this. Nobody. I had it last night, up in the residence, couldn't sleep, and I went down and I made myself this, this thing.

HALDEMAN: A thing, sir.

NIXON: Pineapple. Chunks of pineapple. In the Kool-Aid. You put the chunks in and they go down, they sink, see, and you've got the, the red and the yellow, and you drink it and you get the pineapple at the bottom. Nobody's done this.

HALDEMAN: I'm fairly sure people have done this, sir.

NIXON: Who. Name one. Name one person.

[EIGHT SECONDS OF SILENCE]

HALDEMAN: I can't name a specific–

NIXON: Because there isn't one. This is mine. Now here's the thing, Bob, and I want you to think about this before you give me one of your – your looks. The Catholics. The ethnics. The, the...you know. Your blue-collar fella in Scranton, in Cleveland. He sees the President of the United States drinking a jar of this, this...out of a jar, Bob, not a glass, a jar, because that's what these people do, they keep the empty jam jars...he sees that, and he thinks, that's a regular guy. That's a fella who understands.

HALDEMAN: Understands pineapple.

NIXON: Understands sacrifice. Understands thrift. You don't throw out the jar.

[DOOR OPENING]

KISSINGER: Mr President, the briefing on the– is this a bad time?

NIXON: Henry. Henry, sit down. Tell him, Bob.

HALDEMAN: The President has invented pineapple Kool-Aid.

KISSINGER: I beg your pardon?

NIXON: Pineapple. In the Kool-Aid.

[TWELVE SECONDS OF SILENCE]

KISSINGER: And this is...we are discussing this in place of the communique from Zhou Enlai.

[RacePope🦅🇺🇸⚒️🏗️🏭 @RacePopeIII]

The American flag is just so aesthetically powerful.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

Asked a random black coworker if he had heard of Kool-Aid pineapple and he told me he made some last night.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

These are the exact same issues that Vance focuses on. “We don’t have to live like this” is one of Vance’s repeated lines. Pratt doesn’t threaten his vision in the slightest.

[MWA @RtrnSanity]

Hot take: this is directionally correct. Pratt isn’t going to run for president or anything silly like that, but his version of politics—nonideological, focused on quality-of-life issues, sunbelt optimism—might threaten the Vance wing.

[Homeland Security @DHSgov]

Don’t be this guy.

[Art of the Deal @JJMjr_alt]

Without bank accounts, it’s impossible to stay. Self deportations through the roof

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

I really tried to capture Dugin's ESL posting cadence here.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

Wignat podcast guy: "All you raped zogslaves complaining about "Duginism" & "third-worldism" are falling for an obvious Jew op."

Dugin: "I would let the black man penetrate me. It is his reward. The negro must overrun the West, retaliation for demonic racism of Whites."

[Scorched Earth Policy @Scearpo]

Black people are more biologically suited to the chemical conditions of modern existence than any other race on earth. They're supermutants built to exert intense displays of force, speed, and violence while their bodies run on the most putrid swill imaginable.

Black people will eat sour sugar coated corn starch shards and jelly melon kool aid syrup cubes, waylaying the incumbent waves of sugar rushes through a perpetually sustained train engine of weed smoke in their lungs that enhances their genetically granted subhuman IQ sloggery.

The core of their being is a series of biochemical tornadoes, all cancelling each other out into a chaotic stillness. Their hormone system is a nitroglycerin bomb that vibrates in unsettling anticipation for the most minor sensory input to trigger them into caving in an elderly retiree's skull into the corner of a trash bin at McDonald's.

Black people eat styrofoam and crisco while packing their kid's lunches with sour skittles and cornflour dust. They'll grow up eating nothing but candy, maturing into 6 foot tall ogres at age 13.

Much like slaves could pick cotton all day on a diet of pig guts and crawdads cooked inside a dirt hole for 14 hours straight, the modern black will pour an entire tub of sugar, salt, and rapeseed oil into their gullet before exerting themselves expeditiously. There are D-line tacklers on college football teams that regularly exert the daily Newton output of an industrial hammer mill fueled entirely by blue gatorade, nutter butters, and spicy dust sunflower seeds.

Beyond the taste, the vibrant colors suggest a childlike essence to their impulses. An eternal Shape Store out of the foods they eat, like a parade of Niggy Wonkas bedazzling their world in a technocolor fiesta of artificial flavoring. Divorced from any ancestral connection to their already pre-civilization bare mud culture, black people have borrowed the fruits of industrialization to invent something completely new beyond any scope of comprehension.

Black culture and its symbiosis of artificial elements and consumer products represents a natural organism completely adapting and thriving in the conditions of a post-industrial society. Rather than fighting against the entropy of biological health, they accelerate their own life cycles into rapidly dying and reproducing. Each wave of deaths induced through diabetes, gunshot wounds, crashed cars, heart disease, and prison stabbings slowly erodes against the barriers until they reach a state of equilibrium. They're much like orcs, consciously weaving through the limitations of normal human beings and carving out a niche of constant suffering and joy in abrupt oscillations.

As much as we despise the level of disruption they cause in society, their turbulence causes an extreme level of striving necessity that creates new elements of culture. They'll continue to slobber over pustules of aspartame coated pork fat and guzzle cough medicine sewer runoff, sprinting and hollering the entire time on all fours to climb 20 foot tall fences while being chased by the police.

They'll gather and howl and bluster and burn, exploding in a great societal supernova to beat their chest over the ashes of western civilization, corn syrup and Jolly Rancher malt liquor coursing through their veins. A brief reveille celebrating something they don't understand, ignorant to the dark storm cloud of Chinese slaughter cruelty and mestizo turboviolence pesticide coming from both flanks to eradicate them from modern existence.

And as is true for all fallen opponents in history, the traces of their spirit will reside on in the cultures that too replaced them. A chunk of pineapple marinaded in strawberry sugar as part of a 50-spice pot of boiling oil stew. A grunting ebonic element nestled into caveman gurbled Spanglish. Something not quite Asian, not quite white, not fully brown, neither human nor animal, embedded with wires stained in smoke. A shambler of the technopocalypes, sifting through piles of circuitry to rip gold flakes out for salvage.

A modern human in a time beyond your great grandchildren, r-type favela warrior jumbled beyond the comprehension of you or your fellow ancestors as you look down at him running, crawling, hiding, and evading killbots and acid rain. He chops a rat's head off before sprinkling gunpowder and chili flakes on its barely cooked carcass.

He rips bits of its flesh with fingers scarred by flechette-applied micro RFID chips, stuffing morsels of meat into a purple grape-flavored radioactive sugar simulant. Right after he stuffs it into a bare toothed mouth under an unshielded sun, you as his observant ancestor hear the ritualistic grace litany of his age and time:

Dih bih guh. Dah bih tuh.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

@RepOgles Pussy. Never apologize.

[Talking Headless @TalkingHeadless]

Go vote for Spencer Pratt if you live in LA.