It's the 'Third World Stare'. Completely blank and mindless. They look as though they're bored, and they probably are, because everything around them had absolutely no meaning to them. You really only see their eyes light up when there's violence or something to steal.
Hacía tiempo que no veía una estampa tan depresiva y opresiva. Ese hotel-colmena monstruoso, el cielo sucio de arena, la oración deprimente por los altavoces de ese judaísmo para marrones que es el 1slam. No soportaría tener la existencia de un musulmono ni 5 minutos. Distópico.
When I was young, women were a source of inspiration for us. We started bands, worked out and tried dress cool, and worked 70 hours a week to have money to take them on cool dates.
When they broke our hearts, we made films; wrote songs; became comedians.
Women in 2026 are mentally ill shrubbery: I barely notice it the first time, and don’t care if I ever see it again.
There is no light or magic in their eyes. Their voices are nails on a chalkboard. Their bodies are neglected playgrounds with busted creaky springs.
They’re never looking at you. They now only look at themselves. They’ve become sad, lifeless husks of human beings; obsessed with shiny things and that next incremental fraction of attention.
This is why art sucks and homosexuality is on the rise.
Our muses saw themselves and became stone.
The French Revolution was born of the bourgeoisie’s desire to be aristocrats—except, as Molière showed, they can only achieve a grotesque parody of it. There is something like this to progressivism. The lib imagines himself as the benevolent feudal lord of his clients and pets. Except unlike actual feudal lords he has no personal connection to his charges.
J'ai jamais compris le concept des boîtes de nuit.
T'es assis à une table, t'as claqué 300 balles dans une bouteille de vodka que t'aurais payée 12 euros au Carrefour d'en bas, avec un cierge magique à 2 balles le sachet de dix chez Gifi planté dedans, comme si tu voulais faire cramer la mousse d'isolation façon Constellation.
Y'a tellement de bruit que pour dire un mot à ton pote t'es obligé de lui hurler dans l'oreille comme si t'étais sur le tarmac d'un aéroport. Les meufs tirent la gueule, campées sur leurs talons, à filmer des stories pour prouver à leurs abonnées qu'elles vivent leur meilleure vie. Tu peux même pas danser parce qu'un DJ suédois passe de la techno industrielle à 130 BPM et que t'es serré entre un dealer de Puff qui te fait du coude et une cagole qui hurle "C'EST MA CHANSON" à chaque morceau.
À la rigueur, quand t'as 17 ans et qu'il te faut un trou noir au Get 27 pour trouver le courage d'aborder Natacha, je comprends. C'est un rite de passage.
Mais à 30 ans passés, avec un crédit immo sur le dos, un crâne qui se dégarnit plus vite que le sachet de coke d'un député LFI et une gueule de bois qui dure maintenant trois jours pleins, y'a vraiment plus aucune excuse.
À moins que le vrai but ce soit d'oublier, le temps d'une soirée, que t'as échangé tes rêves de jeunesse contre le confort tiède d'un avenir balisé avec un salaire mensualisé.
Parce que le mec qui claque un SMIC en bouteilles un samedi soir, sa meuf bosse à mi-temps chez Sephora et rentre en covoiturage Blablacar. Il performe la richesse devant des inconnus qu'il reverra jamais, pendant que sa vie à lui tient dans un 39m².
Faut arrêter de croire que t'es P Diddy parce que t'as réservé un carré VIP dans une boîte le samedi.
La vraie richesse c'est cinq gosses qui déboulent dans ta chambre le dimanche matin et une femme qui règne sur son foyer plutôt que de ramper dans un open space climatisé.
He created a virus, lied about its origin, unleashed it on humanity, and then denied people treatment so he could force a vaccine on them that was more dangerous than the virus itself, forced people to wear masks, stay at home, not go to school, shut down businesses, arrested people, and separated families, while telling people they couldn’t celebrate holidays or gather in large crowds except for Black Lives Matter. All while he became a celebrity, made millions, wrote books, laughed about it, called himself Science, as 1.3 million Americans died under his watch. He can go straight to fucking hell.
I keep thinking how modern Catholics are completely asocial compared to the past.
In the Middle Ages, Catholic Church would organize communal feasts and events like "parish ale", where ales would be sold, with music and dancing.
Today people just rush home after mass.
I was thinking about this yesterday. I went to the mass and after the mass I went to a nice little restaurant nearby. I enjoyed myself with the finest foods they had to offer, but I also thought how ridiculous it is that I have to eat alone after mass. Historically, ancient Christians had meals together after mass, called "agape" feasts. Medieval Christians had various communal feasts and events.
Today you have none of this. My parish never organized any feasts that I would know of, there was never any interesting social event going on. And what's worse, people don't seem to be interesting in socializing anyway. Years ago I tried to talk to people after the mass, invite them to go to eat something, but they just rush home. At this point I don't even care, I just go to church purely for religious reasons.
The church I went to yesterday, I've been there many times, but the only people I became buddies with are the waiters from the restaurant across the street, which I always visit after the mass. It's really sad if you think about it.
This is connected to larger problems across the West. People have just become really asocial in general. The nightlife is dead, there are less and less social events. A horrible development.
This doesn't even sound like a conspiracy anymore. Something clearly happened behind the scenes before the World Cup Final. Too many things don't add up.
• Scaloni arrived at the stadium and got off the team bus in tears.
• Messi "missed" every shot in the warm-up. In over 20 years, I genuinely can't remember ever seeing that. Was he doing it deliberately, or was his mind somewhere else?
• Messi's family didn't even come to the stadium despite living in Miami.
• The entire squad walked out of the dressing room with their heads down, completely shaken up. Enzo and Licha were both seen crying.
• Messi was heard saying: "Let's forget about everything. Let's just play. Forget about everything." Everyone around him looked devastated.
• Scaloni completely abandoned the tactical approach that had worked throughout the tournament, leaving the midfield exposed against a team whose biggest strength is midfield control. Messi and Julián were isolated all game.
• Argentina had 0 shots on target in 90 minutes, yet Lautaro, one of their biggest attacking weapons, never came on.
• Both Cuti Romero and Lisandro Martínez asked to be substituted because of "injuries", yet neither looked to be in obvious pain. These are arguably the two toughest players in the squad. Interestingly, both also ignored Trump during the trophy presentation.
• Spain committed over 20 fouls without receiving a single card. Oyarzabal's challenge on Messi's knee and Cucurella's foul on Simeone were both obvious booking opportunities.
• Cucurella also somehow escaped a red after covering his mouth during a confrontation with Messi.
• Even Spain's celebrations felt strangely subdued. From a neutral perspective, that's understandable given Argentina never really put on a fight.
This isn't meant to take anything away from Spain. They were World Cup favourites for a reason and fully deserved the title based on what happened on the pitch.
But I've watched this Argentina team since 2021, and I've never seen anything remotely like Sunday. This team's identity has always been its passion, intensity and willingness to fight for every ball. None of that was there.
I'm not claiming to know what happened. Maybe it was connected to the Malvinas incident. Maybe there was pressure from someone powerful. Maybe it involved their families. Maybe it was something else entirely.
But I refuse to believe that what we watched was simply Argentina having an off day.
Too many signs pointed to a squad that looked emotionally broken before the match had even kicked off.
I just hope that one day we find out what really happened behind the scenes.
the whole "rigged for Argentina" online discourse is a great case study on how the general population is frighteningly easy to manipulate with simple propaganda. and how it's especially effective on the less educated, or "casuals"/"larpers"
Women used to be 30 years old married with 3 children and a husband living in a house they owned, with a high enough standard of living that she didn’t even need to work and could stay home.
Now 30 year old women have slept with 30 guys, have no children, are not married, live in an apartment and have to go to work full time just to survive.
This isn’t progress, this is societal decline and a dramatically lower quality of life being sold to women as their liberation when in reality it is their enslavement.
I laugh at feminists who actually think the handmaids tale is some living dystopia.
It is the complete opposite.
Let's imagine an alternate dystopia: women are fed hormone altering pills from teenage years to make them infertile through their prime fertility years, whilst they work to deliver profits for mostly male elite bosses. And if they accidentally get pregnant, the baby is killed so they can continue to generate profit.
It's a good plot. It is just real life. Not a work of fiction
A medida que iba conociendo mejor la doctrina católica entendí que era incompatible con aspectos de mi ideología. Naturalmente, renuncié a mi ideología.