River Of Slime |OT| Mission: Impossible

[D3RANG3D]

Look I get being anti-social but this is just anti-common decency. Like, I never imagined that anyone would have a problem with this.

My only quip is with guys who only hold the door open for women, which is ridiculous.

thanks brainchild, very cool.

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[Coffee Dog]

Contrapoints reopened her twitter, what, two weeks ago? She's already being re-cancelled. 
https://www.resetera.com/threads/contrapoints-opulence.146668/page-4

Keep that shit turned off, girl. They smell blood in the water and they won't fuck off unless you go dark for like three months.

[tiesto]

Piggybacking is forbidden where I work. I'll hold the door for you, but I better hear the confirmation beep of a swipe.

https://www.resetera.com/threads/anyone-else-hate-when-people-hold-a-door-open-for-them.147858/post-25591697

This is pretty common in places I've worked at (due to security levels and such), you at least make sure they're wearing their badge before holding the doors for them.

[Tripon]

Will Ree become a top 10 Warren site in 2020? 

[Boredfrom]

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left cuck soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best. 

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[BIONIC]

i'm an armchair shitposter at best.

I thought you were a Professional in the Anime Industry™, bitch

[nudemacusers]

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left giant dad soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best. 

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left cuck soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best.

[VomKriege]

Piggybacking is forbidden where I work. I'll hold the door for you, but I better hear the confirmation beep of a swipe.

https://www.resetera.com/threads/anyone-else-hate-when-people-hold-a-door-open-for-them.147858/post-25591697

I’ve worked places where you’d get insta-fired for this in certain buildings / floors.   I didn’t take it too seriously until Homeland Security showed up one day because someone let a fake UPS delivery guy into the building I was in.

Piggybacking is forbidden where I work. I'll hold the door for you, but I better hear the confirmation beep of a swipe.

https://www.resetera.com/threads/anyone-else-hate-when-people-hold-a-door-open-for-them.147858/post-25591697

This is pretty common in places I've worked at (due to security levels and such), you at least make sure they're wearing their badge before holding the doors for them.

Piggybacking is forbidden where I work. I'll hold the door for you, but I better hear the confirmation beep of a swipe.

https://www.resetera.com/threads/anyone-else-hate-when-people-hold-a-door-open-for-them.147858/post-25591697

It's a valid thing, bro.

I'm not doubting the practice, I took issue at the phrasing. "I better hear a beep..." or else ?

[VomKriege]

https://www.resetera.com/threads/man-walked-over-300-miles-to-have-sex-with-14-year-old-girl-arrested-instead.148039/

American police at it again with those super transparent bogus claims of "traveling over 300 miles" to frame someone smh.

[Transhuman]

Joe keeps letting a fake UPS delivery guy into thebore server room, and Homeland Security doesn't lift a finger

[BisMarckie]

James, buddy, if you need a ride the next time just give me a call.

[VomKriege]

https://www.resetera.com/threads/something-weird-happened-during-sex-or-am-i-the-weirdo.147918/

what freaked me out was the look on her face, she seemed genuinely happy

[Uncle]

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left giant dad soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best. 

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I think you missed a part, ill post again to be safe

clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left giant dad soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best.

lmao @ the bolded 

[Boredfrom]

i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff.

 

It remind it me of the TempleOS guy.

[benjipwns]

I really wouldn't care if someone actually did legislate Kitsunelaine out of existence. Thankfully, rather than actually live in the United States, she lives in a place that probably still allows Bills of Attainders.

After a brief e-mail exchange with my local New Zealand embassy, Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern has agreed to sign legislation outlawing Kitsunelaine forever. We begin bombing in five minutes.

[GreatSageEqualOfHeaven]

what kind of fucking mentalist filibusters a fucking forum thread? 

it doesn't even work, because while you're sat there trying to 'hold the floor' with a stream of cuntiousness anyone who fucking wants to post can

[Potato]

Fucking Kiwis. Jesus H Christ they have to be the most annoying cunts in existence (besides the English, Americans, Chinese migrants and Canadian liberals).

[team filler]

 

[D3RANG3D]

 

[Tripon]

https://twitter.com/ReeraTakes/status/1184642203626459136


 

Ree's going to will itself into another gamergate, except this time they're the ones leading the charge to send people to the gallows.

[HaughtyFrank]

Contrapoints reopened her twitter, what, two weeks ago? She's already being re-cancelled. 
https://www.resetera.com/threads/contrapoints-opulence.146668/page-4

Keep that shit turned off, girl. They smell blood in the water and they won't fuck off unless you go dark for like three months.

(Image removed from quote.)

Consider me surprised that believing that dysphoria is part of being trans is transphobic

[nachobro]

what kind of fucking mentalist filibusters a fucking forum thread? 

[Raist]

Fucking Kiwis. Jesus H Christ they have to be the most annoying cunts in existence (besides the English, Americans, Chinese migrants and Canadian liberals).

It's cute how you guys hate each other. While the rest of the world watches and laughs. And thinks you're just equally as bad.

[Tektonic]

Let's Kill This Absurd "Google Will Just Shut Stadia Down" Meme

1st response:

  Google will just shut Stadia down tho lol

Later:

User Banned (3 days): accusing other members of shilling
1: are you being paid
2: astroturfing is against TOS
3: https://killedbygoogle.com

https://www.resetera.com/threads/lets-kill-this-absurd-google-will-just-shut-stadia-down-meme.148052/#post-25603257

[Coffee Dog]

Contrapoints reopened her twitter, what, two weeks ago? She's already being re-cancelled. 
https://www.resetera.com/threads/contrapoints-opulence.146668/page-4

Keep that shit turned off, girl. They smell blood in the water and they won't fuck off unless you go dark for like three months.

(Image removed from quote.)

Consider me surprised that believing that dysphoria is part of being trans is transphobic

As far as I can tell, it's nonbinaryphobic, not transphobic.

Which wraps around to the shitpie Natalie keeps stepping in, the whole problem in this community is that non binaries are appropriating terms like "transphobic" despite non binary trans people being in a very, very different boat than a traditional trans person who has to suffer through gender dysphoria.

[Uncle]

Let's dispel with this fiction that Google doesn't know what it's doing.  Google knows exactly what it's doing.

[Nintex]

Not sure if they cancel within 12 months but they'll certainly rebrand and change the revenue model before you can do the Google Wave.

[Cauliflower Of Love]

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left giant dad soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best. 

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left giant dad soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best.

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Look I get being anti-social but this is just anti-common decency. Like, I never imagined that anyone would have a problem with this.

My only quip is with guys who only hold the door open for women, which is ridiculous.

thanks brainchild, very cool.

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buck the trend
shut and lock the door if a wo**n is behind you

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left giant dad soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best. 

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left giant dad soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best.

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clearly us trans folk are a monolith and must always agree with the loudest voice. the loudest trans voice online can't possibly actually be kind of a shit about some things. noooooo we're just cancel culture outrage twitter performative left cuck soy boys mobbing people for woke points. being anything less than uncritical of her is heresy. worship. we must worship, like the peons of old. worship, and repent, for we are unworthy of her grace. unworthy of the power and strength of her voice. in criticizing her we have tarnished naught but ourselves and must bow down at an altar or forever be a part of the "out" group. she is perfect and we are mere dust falling upon her shadow, invisible to all who may observe. we may be many but she is one; one so powerful and insightful that she is right all the time. there is nothing we can say or do before her towering, godlike form. she is so unwrong that we should give her money to find out just how unwrong she is, because we will regret our words and our deeds. ah, but we are fools, for we should already regret our words and deeds, no? we are, of course, nothing before her. in fact, we are such nothing, that as members of the Trans Community, we are one with her and secretly agree with everything she says. because we are assimilated, you see. there is no individuality with us, and thus no objection. so there must be some other motive, and the readers of our nonextant thoughts and feelings are imagining our presence. for what do we offer our thoguhts? for who should read them but the lost souls of the whispering wasteland, whereupon series of tubes all struggle to find meaning in their pitiful lives but realise that they are as hollow as the casing surrounding the wires which give them life? repent. repent. we must repent, for it is the only course of action. there is no color in this drab, monochromic world; no life, no balance, no nuance-- all that once was fell upon the desert of the void. it was like that at the beginning, and so too shall it be at the end. we have naught but one another; and one another is naught but one; for all who observe see us as one, and therefore, what existance do we really, truly have? if we are seen as the monolith we so clearly are, then that monolith we are indeed, because a body is nothing without the minds through which they are observed. and if the minds observing see us as the monolith, then we are defined. we are defined. we are defined. we are seen as one being and thus one being we are, though our hearts protest and our words fall upon deaf ears. there is no resistance to the gravitational weight of the popular thought among the throbbing, bulging, interconnected web we find ourselves in. there is no thought, there is no communication, there is no action or deed unless it is observed; and if it is observed, it is an error, and an error must be done away with, for there shall be nothing less than perfection in this new digital borg. though the meat sacks we call our human bodies appear to be moving of their own accord, the actions of our hands upon the keyboards and screens we find ourselves at are seen as naught but text; sometimes that text is accompanied by pictures, sometimes it is accompanied by a visual marker; a face to associate with the posts. this is all of course an illusion, for if you supply a word or two that one may interpert them, in the mind of the interpeter, it shall all turn to ash and be reassembled. reassembled. we are all reassembled in the mind of the observer, and the observer decides the correct way in which the pieces fall. the observer decides reality, and thus, can never be wrong. and the observer? well, the observer was the friends we all made along the way. friends and enemies, enemies and friends; how does such a thing come to pass, and whyfore are we all so hysterical? it all began with muffins. you know the little bastards. tasty yet bad for you, like most things in the world. get hooked on a muffin and your life is ruined. suddenly you wind up introducing yourself to worse pastries, then you entertain yourself with a pastry that isn't even a pastry. of course, this is all correct, because i am the observer and thus reality doesn't exist unless i say it does. my reality is perfect, because it's filled with muffins. muffins with a lot of butter applied. hot, spicy muffins. delicious, bready little pieces of garbage that make you fat because there's like, bread in it. you're all in my reality now because i'm the one observing you-- sorry, you're the helpless hostages of my mind. there's nothing i can do about it, it's just the nature of the human experience, because we've lost all fucking sense of self and others that we can just say a load of bullshit and get away with it nowadays. anyway thank you for listening to my ted talk, i'll collect the check on the way out. (there's gonna be a check, right? i have a taxi waiting outside and i can't take a loan from the mafia again to pay for the ride to a place i could just walk to, it's only fifteen minutes away but i can't be bothered with reminding myself how my legs work because i've been a massive potato ass sitting on my computer listening to and reading loudmouths try and pretend that they know what they're talking about when they don't, really. but of course, since as i established in my ted talk-- the one you're still listening to, how haven't you taken my mic off of me yet--- yes, there's canon now, we're all at a ted talk and i've got a mountan of muffins on display to prove a fucking point and not just because i wanted a bunch of free muffins-- those muffins are also free, right? i get paid to come here, so the food should be paid for too, just-- just whatever, just do whatever you want, i don't care anymore, i'm going to be over here eating these muffins and thinking about adorable little foxes that wouldn't hesitate to eat my foot off if they thought that A) it was tasty and B) they could get away with it. why would nature create something so cute and adorable that would just fuck you up if you went to pet it. what are my hands for, if not for petting? animals can observe something as mind numbing as petting, why would they not wish to create that reality for themselves? i wanna pet foxes, i wanna pick one up and hug it because it makes me happy, and if the little buggers decided they would enjoy such a thing, they'd enjoy it too. reality is all in the mind of the observer, of course, so if a fox wants to chew off my face and sees it as a perfectly fine thing to do, it'll just go ahead and do that anyway. we're all hostages of the chemicals coursing through us, in the end, because free will is naught but an illusion. if we went back in time, we'd only really be able to change what we did if we knew about the outcome. if we were faced with the same set of information at the time, we'de make the same decisions, because we're all basically little idiots running on autopilot who think we have some semblance of control of our lives. oh, i forgot a closing parenthesis there. that little bugger always runs away from me. come back you little prick. ). there we go. that should satisfy all of you, because i know it had you upset. that's part of why I did the A) and B) bit, because, well, those don't really gramattically count as closers, they're like-- whatever the fuck you call it. what do you call those pricks when they're applied in front of letters? they don't really remain parenthesis, do they? i'm sure english has a term for that. english is a fuckin' crazy language dudes, let me tell you. have you ever thought about how hard it would be to teach some of the bullshit we say to foreigners? i'm so sorry on behalf of the world for our stupid ass language. we can say the same word seven times in a row and have it mean completely different things and still be grammatically fuckin' correct. and don't even get me started on literally and figuratively. literally means both literally and figuratively at the same time and it's a pandoras fucking box unless you have either a full appreciation of the context or a talk with the person using it. it's an absolute mindfuck; a trancendant experience of bullshit, much like some of the words said in this thread. but of course I don't matter here, because we're all in the minority; contra and her fanbase is basically Big Trans and they set the state of discourse and if you cause discord in the discordant discourse-- try explaining that to somebody who isn't fluent, ya pricks-- you get dumped on like a sack of bricks. it's all a part of this tactic to cause fear because our perfect world can't ever not make a complete ammount of sense or be internally inconsistent. internally inconsistent is a pretty fun phrase, by the way-- lots of n's and stuff. Overly verbose though. why did I decide to randomly capitalize the start of sentences just now when i've intentionally avoided doing it all this post? fuck if i know. anyway i wouldn't reccommend being trans, it's not fun, but it's not really something you can control, because we don't decide what we are, it's just in the hands of fuckin', nature or whatever. i wouldn't reccommend it 'cuz the world doesn't give a shit about you and only pretends to do so most of the time, then there are the rare specks of light-- honestly good little fucks-- i say that affectionatley, don't ban me-- who actually legitimately give a shit and comment on like a thread about transphobia that doesn't contain the name of someone on the left in the title. y'all are absent when it's republicans legislating us out of existance because it became boring to call them out on the shit they wanna do, which is part of what lets them do it, so good fuckin' job ya dolticus maximumuses. (this is why we spent so much time saying don't let this be normal after trump became president. y'all failed. good job ya idiots, you let it become normal, almost like you want it to be and are more comfortable with this reality you've concucted for yourself. y'all resent being pulled into the minds of others and defined by them so much that you get dragged there kicking and screaming and have a completely different conversation with them because we can't just fuckin' talk to one another any more and anything we say is automatically dishonest or false because it goes against your own little narrative. anyway, back to muffins. you know what i like? pancakes. pancakes with a fuck ton of maple syrup. of course, the correct way to prepare pancakes is to use two individual pancakes as sandwich bread and put the sauce and fun little bits in the middle. like ice cream and bacon, which totally go together. i haven't tried it, but bacon goes well with everything. especially the grease.you should try mixing the grease into like, a smoothie. bacon grease smoothie. there's a millenial treat for you. i'm a millenial, so i get to say that. self criticizing is fun. we spend so much time doing it so when other people are dicks to us, it hurts less. it's all a part of conforming to the society we live in and being a member of this borg with the least ammount of friction. unfortunately, people like me and others tend to decide to go against this borg and do things like criticize contrapoints for some total bullshit she does. like that one fuckin' transphobe she let do a profile on her? i've forgotten his name already beacuse he's a fuckin' nobody. i bet he'll appear in the next video with this same asshole whose name i've already forgotten. sorry folkaroonies, don't have the brainspace to keep up with the growing number of twats in the world. i can say that because i'm writing all of this with my kiwi accent in mind. you can't help imagining that now because i've said those words in a string of letters and have thus defined your internal reality. hahaha! sucker. but also, the borg is the reason why this is such a problem in the first place. y'all can't handle us criticizing people you like because it strikes a dischordant chordant (i'm sure that's a word, there's no squiggly underneath it, i deon't care because ti doesn't mattter, nothign matters so it's fine-- hey look, squigglies aren't showing up there, i guess it don't work on era for me for some batshit reason, form coding be whack. i like squigglies, i wish i had them here. i'm a bit asinine about the phrasing and verbage and grammar and caps and spelling of shit i write. sometimes i give less of a shit to no shits at all though. like right now, for instance. i'ms ure you hadn't noticed.) and you struggle to maintain the prior shape of the borg because otherwise the world makes no sense to you, and we prioritize sense more than dollars. (yes, i know. shut up.)) anyway, so, like, uh. the weather's been pretty whack, right? i mean this is only something i care about, but we've had like four seasons in one day before. hail in the sun, rain, then blistering cold and rain... it's weird. probably a result of climate change. i wonder if climate change will have an impact on fox habitats? or evolution? what will our species look like twenty, fifty, one hundred and fifty years from now? the game of nature is adaptation, of course. maybe foxes will want to be hugged. i could deal with climate change if it gave me huggable foxes. but maybe i'm just selfish. the world's already going to crap though and we're certainly not treating each other nicer. though it's probably always been this shit right? like right now we're in the information age, and we weren't before, so there was less information going around. (that's how it works.). so yeah, the world's probably just always been a shit and we've been involuntarily living on a shit world and just kind of shrugging our hands and slinging crap at each other instead of fixing it. but yeah, it's been rainy all week. haven't really been able to get my washing done until today because it was a blisteringly hot, really nice sunny day. not blistering hot the way you know it though. blistering hot for new zealand means anywhere between like 25-32 degrees celcius. no, i'm not localizing this to farenheit. google it if you care that much. but then again, most people posting in this thread probably don't care to google; they don't even care to read the thread they're in to find the answers to the question they're gonna post which they are inevitably going to wind up reading the thread they're in, so they create this grand spectacle of redundancy that wastes everyone's time. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i like extending vowel sounds. even though it results in this kind of arbitrary length of sound in a person's head. are there studies done on how long a random vowel extension lingers in someone's head? i'd love to read it. it's the kind of meaningless bullshit i'd research if i were a scientist, which is probably why i'm not a scientist. i'm an armchair shitposter at best.
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[BisMarckie]

Boogie angling  for that Bire modship

[benjipwns]

Seems to accurately depict at least a couple of members in here. Dropping the usual "performative" and "cancel culture" take before disappearing like a fart in the wind.

yeah, strange how people flee when prominent/protected members flock to a Sensitive Thread™

[benjipwns]

omg he made this

[benjipwns]

I see we're reaching PDP levels of defending Natalie now.

Them how about in the future you don't come in these threads saying shit without knowing what's going on. Also don't get mad that your stupid hot take is rightfully getting shit on.

[benjipwns]

That's the shitty thing about weight loss. People who are really obese tend to ping pong. They make these dramatic gains and then get 50-75% of it all back.

Boogie had one of the weight loss surgeries, I believe he's risking serious complications by gaining almost all the weight back so quickly.

[benjipwns]

I hope nobody goes into a transERA thread and deliberately posts to avoid a bingo but mark as many squares as possible.

[benjipwns]

You're telling me none of it was dieting and he just kept exactly the same lifestyle? Lol

I want to say that he did diet for a while, but stopped after his divorce because he doesn't know how to cook or anything. I admit I only check in on him every few months to see what horrible thing has happened next so I may have a lot of this wrong.

Williams had gastric bypass surgery due to morbid obesity on August 1, 2017.

lol at this section on his wikipedia page:

Controversies
In October 2018, Boogie was mired in controversy due to his relationship with the controversial counseling service BetterHelp. He and other YouTubers were accused of profiting off depression, which led to a termination of Boogie's relationship with the company.[19]

Boogie was removed from a Dungeons and Dragons event in October 2018 due to concerns from LGBTQ+ activists.[20]

In April 2019, Boogie admitted to potentially committing tax fraud. He stated that he purchases Magic: The Gathering cards as a business expense and then resells them without claiming the income on his taxes. The IRS states that income above $400 from self-employment must be reported.[21]

During February of 2019, Boogie made jokes regarding another player's parents' divorce and correlating this with anger issues in the game Apex Legends. He became the subject of criticism following these comments.[22]

Boogie made comments during the month of June 2019 which were seen by some in the online community as racist. He stated during a livestream that "That's a lot of money, I guess, for a person of color, or is it not?". The clip caused outrage following its resurfacing.[23]

In July 2019, Boogie purchased a Tesla, which enraged some fans during a livestream when he "begged" for money.[24] Later Boogie announced he had only placed a deposit on the vehicle and cancelled the order.[25]

In August 2019, Boogie made a controversial statement against his internet trolls where he claimed “I think that there are fucking rapists and Nazis out there who… are more redeemable than you because at least they’re doing something they fucking believe in.” YouTuber Keemstar claimed that Boogie should seek counseling, and that he was intentionally angering trolls for attention and sympathy.[26]

[who is ted danson?]

I seem to remember boogie shit talking greekgodx about (greeks) weight soon after he had that bypass, now look at greek vs boogie

and didnt boogie have a live in fitness/dietitian trainer at some point too

[benjipwns]

I couldn't find anything on a live in, but he did apparently go to a "world class" nutritionist who planned out meals for him. I assume that stopped. Or he ate all the meals at once instead of by the schedule.

[Uncle]

You're telling me none of it was dieting and he just kept exactly the same lifestyle? Lol

I want to say that he did diet for a while, but stopped after his divorce because he doesn't know how to cook or anything. I admit I only check in on him every few months to see what horrible thing has happened next so I may have a lot of this wrong.

Williams had gastric bypass surgery due to morbid obesity on August 1, 2017.

lol at this section on his wikipedia page:

Controversies
In October 2018, Boogie was mired in controversy due to his relationship with the controversial counseling service BetterHelp. He and other YouTubers were accused of profiting off depression, which led to a termination of Boogie's relationship with the company.[19]

Boogie was removed from a Dungeons and Dragons event in October 2018 due to concerns from LGBTQ+ activists.[20]

In April 2019, Boogie admitted to potentially committing tax fraud. He stated that he purchases Magic: The Gathering cards as a business expense and then resells them without claiming the income on his taxes. The IRS states that income above $400 from self-employment must be reported.[21]

During February of 2019, Boogie made jokes regarding another player's parents' divorce and correlating this with anger issues in the game Apex Legends. He became the subject of criticism following these comments.[22]

Boogie made comments during the month of June 2019 which were seen by some in the online community as racist. He stated during a livestream that "That's a lot of money, I guess, for a person of color, or is it not?". The clip caused outrage following its resurfacing.[23]

In July 2019, Boogie purchased a Tesla, which enraged some fans during a livestream when he "begged" for money.[24] Later Boogie announced he had only placed a deposit on the vehicle and cancelled the order.[25]

In August 2019, Boogie made a controversial statement against his internet trolls where he claimed “I think that there are fucking rapists and Nazis out there who… are more redeemable than you because at least they’re doing something they fucking believe in.” YouTuber Keemstar claimed that Boogie should seek counseling, and that he was intentionally angering trolls for attention and sympathy.[26]

all these details meet wikipedia's notability standards for this major public figure yet they deleted all references to jessica yaniv on the entire platform

[Don Rumata]

Boogie1488 is re-expanding, stay safe ResetERA.com:
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That's the shitty thing about weight loss. People who are really obese tend to ping pong. They make these dramatic gains and then get 50-75% of it all back.

Usually you don't get that fat just because you eat a bit more ice cream than you should, and sit too much.
Whatever mental problem got you to cope with eating, isn't necessarily going away because you dieted down for a year, so when the novelty of losing weight wears off, and you feel the shit creeping back, you fall into old patterns.

It's why many people stress out the idea of a life style change,rather than just a dietary restriction.

Saying it in general though, not necessarily the case with Boogie, but it wouldn't surprise me, since he had a troubled childhood, AFAIK.

[GreatSageEqualOfHeaven]

Who hates Star Trek Voyager? O_o

• Practically anyone who was on Trekweb 20 years ago, based on arguments at the time.
• People who can't forgive the show for not being allowed to be serialized, and who refuse to admit it was due to the business of television and syndicated rerun scheduling at the time (stations wanted to buy rerun packages and air mostly the top-rated episodes, and showrunners made shows with this in mind), or admit that until the advent of streaming, that this very reason was why DS9 did worse in reruns that every other Star Trek series.
• People who can't forgive the bombast of the show as a cornerstone of a newly launched UPN network, and how that led to mid-show retolling jettisoning Kes and bringing in a new heavy focus on Jeri Ryan as Seven of 9.
• Borg purists, who really have Star Trek: First Contact or even I, Borg to blame for their misgivings.
• People who hated Brannon Braga for not spending hours on AOL every week fielding their nerdy questions and concerns like Ron D. Moore.
• Vic Mignogna fans, probably.
• People who were practicing for the same kind of hyper-aggressive scrutiny, double-standard judgmentalism, and Benghazi-level manufactured-controversies that would be executed so effectively 20 years later when Hilary Clinton would run for president by excessively nitpicking every little moral and command decision made by Janeway, the first female captain featured in the show's command role.
• The above bullet point includes people still going on about fucking Tuvix.

Yup, thats a ressetteradotcom ass post alright.
"Who could possibly have a different opinion to my (minority) opinion about a piece of pop culture entertainment?

• people i beefed with 20 fucking years ago on some other website, jfc
• people who aren't galaxy brained like me, and don't get how network tv executives are the real heroes
• nerds
• gamergate
• incels
• the alt right
• literally nobody else

fuck all anti-skub terrorists"

[Hamarr]

Did the site go down again?  Makes it difficult to fap to this thread.

[Don Rumata]

Did the site go down again?  Makes it difficult to fap to this thread.

Site wasn't being productive anymore, and got temporarily locked for review.

[benjipwns]

People who were practicing for the same kind of hyper-aggressive scrutiny, double-standard judgmentalism, and Benghazi-level manufactured-controversies that would be executed so effectively 20 years later when Hilary Clinton would run for president by excessively nitpicking every little moral and command decision made by Janeway, the first female captain featured in the show's command role.

yes, yes, Hillary is a villain just like Janeway

does this mean that Huma is Chakotay?

[Lonewulfeus]

People who were practicing for the same kind of hyper-aggressive scrutiny, double-standard judgmentalism, and Benghazi-level manufactured-controversies that would be executed so effectively 20 years later when Hilary Clinton would run for president by excessively nitpicking every little moral and command decision made by Janeway, the first female captain featured in the show's command role.

yes, yes, Hillary is a villain just like Janeway

does this mean that Huma is Chakotay?

Only if Seven of Nine was trying to get teenage Andorians to send her nudie holograms

[GreatSageEqualOfHeaven]

Benghazi, when the walls fell

[benjipwns]

In which OP asks why physicists and mathematicians didn't cancel Newton:
https://www.resetera.com/threads/holy-hell-isaac-newton-was-one-weird-dude.148069/

Like a month ago I saw a Twitter thread involving a philosophy professor who felt Socrates shouldn't be taught because of his problematic views on slavery.

[benjipwns]

its just interesting that you have Einstein this super rationalist/atheist scientist giving praise to a religious/spirtual/occultist scientist
It's incredible Einstein was able to overlook that.

Incredible.

[thisismyusername]

Will Ree become a top 10 Warren site in 2020? 

And after that, will Cerium be accused to nearly raping a drunk vomiting girl in the shower?

[benjipwns]

I guess I should say rather, Plato's problematic views on slavery shouldn't I?

[HardcoreRetro]

In which OP asks why physicists and mathematicians didn't cancel Newton:
https://www.resetera.com/threads/holy-hell-isaac-newton-was-one-weird-dude.148069/

Like a month ago I saw a Twitter thread involving a philosophy professor who felt Socrates shouldn't be taught because of his problematic views on slavery.

What about the stuff in The Republic which is basically eugenics.

[benjipwns]

What about the stuff in The Republic which is basically eugenics.

Absolutely no Socrates, Plato, or Aristotle. Didn't see any value it brought to the field, especially in the 21st Century.

I stopped refreshing when their list of cancelled philosophers being proposed in responses was reaching into the 20th Century. There was something like starting with Rawls was still not ideal (straight white male after all) but a good place for now until the field of philosophy could develop more.

[benjipwns]

https://www.neogaf.com/threads/resetera-discussion-stay-civil-dont-get-personal-keep-it-in-here.1506304/post-255692794

By the way, Kitsunelaine is a fucking psychopath. I have some friends in the anime industry that have worked with her before and she's an unhinged wreck 99% of the time. There are some people at Discotek that have quit because of her and her frequent destructive outbursts.

Going by what she seems to do at Discotek, she doesn't seem like a big deal there.

She's not a big deal, just VERY vocal. She's bullied people out of positions for their taste in anime.

FACT CHECK:

I have an incredibly passing understanding of Japanese more or less relegated to sentence structure and grammar particles right now. I also hang around translators, both professional ones and fan ones, and read a lot about what they talk about. On top of this, I'm a professional in the Anime industry who has proofed subtitles before and I can sniff out a lot of times where lines 'feel' translated because a lot of the time it's the result of idioms or sentence structure impacting the way a line becomes written. I fully appreciate the deep and vital importance of nuance when it comes to translation between languages.

https://www.resetera.com/threads/xi-jinping-warns-efforts-to-divide-china-will-end-in-crushed-bodies-and-shattered-bones.146943/post-25440318

[Uncle]

I'm an anime in the professional industry~ 

[nudemacusers]

OTOH if someone is able to bully you due to your taste in anime, not the mere fact that you watch anime, you’re prob overdue for a bullying session anyway.

[GreatSageEqualOfHeaven]

https://twitter.com/TheHungryLazy/status/1185272810123485186

alt right hate icon pepe used as a symbol of freedom against a totaltarian regime in HK protests.
incel gamers rise up hate icon the joker used as a symbol of democracy against corruption in Lebanon protests.

Era take yet another cosmic L with their pearl clutching.

[benjipwns]

Too much bread and too many circuses in America for that kind of turnout to happen.

I've been thinking about this too.
There were some insanely huge protests this year (this, Hong Kong, Czech for example) but I haven't read anything about a large scale protest in the US since the first year of the Trump administration. Were there any?

We are all terrified of being fired here for missing work/getting arrested or not impacted badly enough by terrible policies. The worst policies either only impact small percentages or people who are already oppressed in various ways.

There was nothing like that. The political energy in the US seem to mostly be focused around the Democratic primaries these days, and I personally hate it.
Another thing worth remembering is that cops in the US are fucking awful, and protests with that level of disruption is gonna mean a whole lot of dead people.

Maybe Americans are more scared of losing a day's pay or are too centrist/center-right to partake in protests? There needs to be more mobilisation and a strong unified message across various groups to reach into millions of people protesting.

Americans fearing for their jobs instead of attending protests need to watch the video of the woman kicking the guy with the AK-47 on repeat...

or maybe

and work with me here

we continue to have a democratic government despite its limitations, and even better the country remains republican in nature and spirit and society generally operates no matter what the government is or isn't doing currently

or not, I admit I don't live everywhere