The thing I resent most about recent waves of immigration is that it forces me to be a version of myself that I don't really like. I am not naturally predisposed toward hostility to people just because they're of a foreign origin, but it has become necessary for the survival of my own people. These people don't belong here. They add no value. They make it worse for everyone who is here, and for some reason we end up paying for their upkeep. As such, I feel obliged to be maximally racist until these people get the message they are not welcome.
The battle of narratives is going strong.
Our countries are a recurring target.
It is time to act to tell the stories that make us strong. Let’s live our own story!
Protect what matters - our democracy.
Groypers and white nationalists are wondering why they can’t get into the best universities and qualify for the best jobs based on their ability to hold up one of their oversized kids with one hand.
Trump: "I take an aspirin a day. I don't know if it works but psychologically I need it. It thins the hell out of your blood I guess. I don't know if it works or not but I've been doing it for a long time. And here I am making speeches. I like Bayer aspirin. And I take the big one. They want me to go down to the 80. I take the 386. I don't know what the hell it is. It's a monster. They said, 'Sir, you don't need that!' I said, do me a favor, I've been doing okay for 35 years. Leave me alone."
I just found out there's a ton of tiktokers who believe Himalayan pink salt is petrified Nephilim corpses and im going to be down this rabbit hole for like an hour lmao
It’s fascinating that one of the authors of the PATRIOT ACT, Michael Chertoff, also personally intervened to release the Dancing Israelis before they could be indicted for their role in 9/11.
His mother was a founding member of the Mossad. Crazy coincidence!
How the lone juror looks at you when you ask him to agree post partum depression and a large supplement stack is an adequate excuse for strangling three children to death with a rubber fitness band.
Your universe has no meaning to them. They will not try to understand. They will be tired, they will be cold, they will make a fire with your beautiful oak door
The Mayor of Silema, a small town in Malta, has appealed for witnesses after a man stole his door knob.
What kind of person goes around stealing door knobs?!
This is the fate of striver globalism. In Paris you used to be able to get up at 5am and walk the beautifully designed streets and lose your soul staring at an ornate fixture on one of the buildings before stumbling into a boulangerie to be smacked in the face with the scent of butter and freshly baked croissants. Baker responds to you in a series of nods and grunts before brusquely shoving your order in your face as the queue forms.
Get rudely treated by a waiter asking for a breakfast omelette and be told that they only serve coffee till lunchtime. Hear the city beginning to wake up. People watch as the workers rush off for their affairs and the shops slowly open as the day breaks. Watch a street painter set up his wares and station and begin to craft art upon an empty canvas.
Instead now you have striverist peasants from bloodlines that should have never left the central plains of China enacting their genetic memories upon the world without knowing it. Instead of the deeply roasted, nearly burned French style coffee, it’s a grassy oxidized matcha that tastes like a yeast infection. Instead of a respectable tailor, its oversized garments to hide a stick insect figure and weak constitution. Instead of feasting upon veal sweetbreads in brown butter with slices of fresh bread, it’s a hipster cafe with a vegan owner. And even though the cafe owner says he loves Japan the only city pop song he knows is Plastic Love.
God I hate globalism.