hey you gross little homunculous
i dont think you have any ground to alk about womens issues
seeing as how you claim to be a real man
meaning that instead of a mediocre woman, youre just an ugly dumber weaker and less resourceful version of us in your own little make believe world
so by your own logic, you should be quiet on this, and stop calling womens rights
"my rights"
remember you arent a woman, you said that even your state sees it that way
so with that in mind, why would the weakest animal in the pack carry any cache?
you claim to be a man, but osteoperosis heart disease and dementia are bigots i guess, because theyre still coming for you
luckily youll realize how right we are as your staring at the bottom of your manly razzapplescotchtini this weekend
not a woman, instead just a fragile stupid creature
not a man, tries to pretend that their brain that cant even handle ez mode, understands and identifies with a gender they know nothing about
its like cosplay except no one buys it, and no one wants a photo with it
desireable to no one
futureless to everyone
lemme put it this way buttercup
you dont know what its like to be a male, and if youre thinking you do, lemme stop you there, if women were even capable of this on anything other than a drone tier wastrel, they wouldnt be universally the weaker and submissive sex
you dont have what it takes to be a man, you dont even have what it takes to be a woman
hey cletus, just because you cant follow it doesnt make it ebonics
i understand that that you feel a little bit out of your depth right now, but you can shuffle back to your jew kink board and everything will be right as rain
not everyones gonna go at the speed of smell just because your mom couldnt handle her liquor
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If I were the prince of darkness, I would want to engulf the whole world in darkness.
I’d have a third of its real estate and four-fifths of its population, but I would not be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — thee.
So, I would set about however necessary to take over the United States.
I’d subvert the churches first, and I would begin with a campaign of whispers.
With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: “Do as you please.”
To the young, I would whisper that the Bible is a myth. I would convince the children that man created God instead of the other way around. I’d confide that what’s bad is good and what’s good is square.
And the old, I would teach to pray after me, “Our Father, which are in Washington …”
Then, I’d get organized, I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting.
I’d peddle narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.
If I were the devil, I’d soon have families at war with themselves, churches at war with themselves and nations at war with themselves until each, in its turn, was consumed.
And with promises of higher ratings, I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames.
If I were the devil, I would encourage schools to refine young intellect but neglect to discipline emotions. I’d tell teachers to let those students run wil. And before you knew it, you’d have drug-sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.
With a decade, I’d have prisons overflowing and judges promoting pornography. Soon, I would evict God from the courthouse and the schoolhouse and them from the houses of Congress.
In his own churches, I would substitute psychology for religion and deify science. I’d lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls and church money.
If I were the devil, I’d take from those who have and give to those who wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious.
What’ll you bet I couldn’t get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich?
I’d convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun and that what you see on television is the way to be.
And thus, I could undress you in public and lure you into bed with diseases for which there are no cures.
In other words, if I were the devil, I’d just keep right on doing what he’s doing.
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I miss Paul Harvey. I remember when he was alive and had a message of good folk wisdom at the end of the broadcast day.
t. xer