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Back from the supermarket. I’m proud that I didn’t buy any junk food.!!

At the end of the day: being gay is still a sin, socialism doesn’t work and never will, us country folks will still have our guns, we’ll still be racist as fuck, and there are still only 2 genders. Also at the end of the day: if you think I’m wrong, you have the IQ of a hotdog, you probably have student debt, can’t pay your rent, work a minimum wage job, and aren’t married because 1. You’re ugly as sin, and 2 you’re about as responsible today as you were at 2 fucking years old. You’ll never stop people like me, we breed, we vote, and kick beta cuck asses. Have a nice day and remember DJT loves you :)

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Shithole junkie States of America.

Madonna just casually mentioning cocaine in her latest single. These people are hell-bent on normalizing hard drugs.

What anon? They don't exist lmao. There's nobody to be in love with, duh

I don’t feel human anymore. Not in a therian kind of way, but as in, I don’t see myself as someone worth any value to the world. I’d take my own life by this point except I’m terrified of getting it wrong, and living with the consequences (ex. altered body, burdening someone else with taking care of me, etc.) and I visit *that one forum site* every day for a guide on how to do it properly. But knowing myself, truly knowing myself, I’ll manage to fuck it up somehow. I just feel at peace knowing I won’t bother anyone, I won’t be harassed anymore, and I won’t be annoying the fuck out of the world with my depressing, pessimistic thoughts if I were gone. I know quite a heavy number of people would be relieved, joyous even, if I just did it. “What about everyone who loves you?” I don’t think there is. My partner had an affair for six years, and a few flings on top of that. My parents resent me, and they never treated me as fairly or equally as my brother or sister. My mother gave up one of my brothers up for adoption back in ‘07, and that’s how I’m left with just the brother and sister. I think about whether or not I should stick it out for him, to formally meet him, the kid I’ve waited on for so long. I think he would be very disappointed to meet me, I know I would be. I’ve been sexually assaulted, sexually harassed, and raped. I kept quiet about most of it because I’m terrified of not being believed, and what would come to me if people get angry over it. I’ve been accused of sexual assault by an abusive ex, and people believed him right off the bat. He’s now in a relationship of his own, and I know saying something would only make things worse for me. I have guilt about what he might do to his new partner. I have some friends, but I think they’re better off without me, this whiny, sack of shit in their lives. I’ve lost so many over the years already, either because a small percentage WAS my fault, or because of a manipulative effort to isolate me. But I doubt the reasons matter anymore. I just don’t think I matter. If so many things keep going wrong, and will continue to go wrong, then why bother? I hope and pray each day is my last, and I’m caught in a terrible accident. It’s why I’m a listed organ donor, so at least something of me is worth something to someone someday. Thanks for hearing me, Muttr. I hope eventually I can stop doing this, and stay true to my word.

i wish everyone in my life would just leave

Kyurt is Mamba is Slayah??

ANNOUNCEMENT: IF YOU ARE READING THIS...YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH ANON IS OVER. ANON DOES NOT WANT YOU. ANON WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. SCRAM. DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YA WHERE THE GOOD LORD SPLIT YA. BYE BYE. 👋

can someone break up with my boyfriend for me so i dont have to

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The thing about Brenda was that she loved her kids in theory. She loved the idea of them, the way they looked in the Christmas card photos, the way they sounded when they said "I love you, Mommy" in a way that was still clear and high and hadn't yet been corrupted by the public school system. She loved them as assets, as proof points in the great argument she was having with the world about her own virtue. She did not, however, love the work. The work was the problem. The work was the endless, grinding, unbillable labor of wiping and feeding and listening and driving, a constant drain on her most precious and finite resource: her own time. Her name was Brenda, and she was a Republican in the way that some women are Republican, which is to say with the ferocity of a convert. She had been a liberal in college, a brief and regrettable phase she now referred to as "before I learned how to do my own taxes." Now she ran a small, aggressively curated "lifestyle" blog called "The Fiscal Fortress," where she posted pictures of her children in monogrammed smocks next to captions about personal responsibility and the corrosive effect of entitlement programs. She had two children, a boy named Kyle and a girl named Lily. Kyle was seven and could be reasoned with. He understood the concept of an allowance and the value of a dollar. Lily was four. Lily was a liability. Lily wanted things. She wanted juice, and she wanted it now. She wanted to be picked up, and she wanted it now. She was a walking, talking, demand-generating machine with no understanding of the market forces that produced her apple slices. The breaking point was the state preschool. It was free. Or rather, it was taxpayer-funded, which in Brenda's lexicon was the same as free, and therefore worthless. But it was also a half-day program, which meant it created a childcare gap. A gap, Brenda knew, was a market inefficiency, and inefficiency was a tax on the productive. The solution, proposed by the local school board, was a subsidized after-care program. It would cost fifty dollars a week per child. Fifty dollars. For Kyle, it was an investment in his future productivity. For Lily, it was a subsidy for her own uselessness. Brenda sat at the kitchen table with the notice in her hand and felt a cold, clear rage settle in her chest. This was how it started. This was the slippery slope made manifest. First, you pay for the after-care. Next, you're paying for their college and their therapy and their gender reassignment surgery. It was a bailout for bad parenting, and Brenda refused to be a bad parent who needed a bailout. She did not formulate a plan. Plans are for people who expect opposition. Brenda simply saw a problem and began to work toward the most efficient solution. The problem was Lily. The solution was the final, permanent reduction of the Lily-related overhead. The thought arrived not as a shock but as a quiet, satisfying click, like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place. It was not a moral thought. It was a logistical one.

this site has too many mentally ill people on it for moderation to be as lax as it is. these crazies are multiplying and spamming. nothing is being done about them.

Trump rally regular Adam Radogna faces 10 felony charges in Ohio over alleged child sexual abuse material following a file-sharing investigation. The average drag queen is infinitely more trustworthy around kids than your average MAGA man There's a direct correlation between defending or practicing pedophilia and supporting Trump

A list of nearly 800 Republican sexual predators can be found here https://www.dailykos.com/history/user/CajsaLilliehook

Let's be honest about the dynamic here, because it's getting too loud to ignore. The Republican Party has spent the better part of a decade engaged in one of the most aggressive, public, and frankly, anatomically confused political performances in modern history. They talk a big game about fucking the Democrats. It's their go-to metaphor. They're going to "own the libs," they're going to "destroy them at the polls," they're going to ram legislation so far up their asses they'll taste it. It's a constant, throbbing, homoerotic monologue about dominance and penetration, all delivered with the chest-thumping confidence of a man who's never had to ask for directions. They paint themselves as the party of real men, the alpha predators of the political jungle. Their rhetoric is a non-stop barrage of masculine posturing. They're the hunters, the providers, the ones with the guns and the trucks and the unimpeachable right to tell everyone else how to live. They posture on stages, they flex in front of cameras, they build entire identities around the idea that they are the ones doing the fucking. It's a primal scream of projected potency, a desperate need to be seen as the dominant force in a world that keeps laughing at them. And yet. And yet, every time you turn around, one of them is caught with his hands somewhere they absolutely should not be. And it's never with the enemy they've been so loudly promising to conquer. It's not with the Democrats. It's not with the "libs." It's with a goat. It is always, without fail, a goat. Or a sheep. Or some other barnyard resident that lacks the capacity to consent or the political affiliation to make the conquest meaningful. They build up this whole elaborate fantasy of being a political ravager, a Genghis Khan of the culture war, and then, when nobody's looking, they're out behind the barn, fondling a goat named Gerald. The metaphor is just too perfect to be an accident. The goat represents everything they claim to hate and everything they secretly are. It's not a sophisticated opponent. It's not a worthy adversary. It's a simple, dumb, easily overpowered creature that can't fight back and can't tell anyone what happened. It's a target that requires no skill, no intelligence, no real effort at all. It's the perfect victim for a bully who's all talk. They promise to take on the entire Democratic establishment, but their actions betray a preference for opponents who can't even file a lawsuit. So you have this bizarre split personality in the modern conservative movement. On one hand, you have the loud, performative, hyper-masculine fantasy of fucking their enemies into submission. On the other hand, you have the quiet, pathetic reality of a man in a field with a goat. They're not ravaging the opposition; they're just ravaging the local livestock. They're not alpha predators; they're just predators of opportunity, and the opportunity happens to have hooves and a vacant stare. The whole movement is a cry for help from a bunch of men who want to be seen as dominant but keep getting caught with their pants down in the petting zoo. They want to fuck the country, but they can't stop fucking the farm animals. It's a tale of two conquests: the one they talk about, and the one they actually get. And the second one is a lot smellier.

i fucked up. I went into a manic episode and ended up moving across the country, getting married, buying a car, and quit my job... WTF DO I DO HOW DO I FIX THIS MESS

Bernie Sanders urges Democrats to reform the party, curb billionaire influence, end Citizens United, and fight for working people if they win Congress. To get the Democratic Party to actually want to do that, they need the sweeping reforms Sanders is talking about. The party is entangled with too many corporate interests that don’t want them to make things better for the working class.

Hey “slayah” You actually think you could undo the fact that I can, and would, destroy you in a fight by writing a little report on how you feel about it. Classic educated idiot. My knee would be on your neck after you hit the ground when I knocked you out. Case closed. I gave you my location and this is your response. Whether it’s now or on the battle field when the next civil war your side has been pushing for starts, you will be on the ground looking up at the real men you couldn’t handle. You and every other little beta boy who fucked around and found out.