I actually didn’t know this. Vivek wants to impose a high “inheritance tax”. I’m in farming so I know all about this and it’s evil as shit. When a farmer dies and passes his land and business that have been in the family for generations down to his children the government steps in and takes a big chunk. Didn’t think it was possible but I hate Vivek even more now

MFW literal audience capture

The right lost the culture war because they've rejected art. They fell for the psyop that creativity is left-coded when historically that's a lie. I've been doxxed and fired ~10 times in the last 5 years by psycho leftists. I can no longer get work. The right is just indifferent.

When you realize that having culture war victories and wins directly impacts the culture war/critic content generation pipeline of constant negativity... ...The more sense it makes why they don't want to actual win. Because then their cash cow money spigot begins to trickle.

Malfoid has been mentioned in 2 bigger YT channels, but both with disappointing results. Nerdrotics Fnt stream: absolute travesty, a bunch of retards screaming at Shad who never got a chance to fully explain the idea Harry Potter Theory video was a bit better. But not much.

Malfoid has been mentioned in 2 bigger YT channels, but both with disappointing results. Nerdrotics Fnt stream: absolute travesty, a bunch of retards screaming at Shad who never got a chance to fully explain the idea Harry Potter Theory video was a bit better. But not much.

Attention Young Men: I am surrounded by 20 year old girls in my life that are smart, capable, hard working and cute. Nobody is dating them. Not sure what the deal is, but I don’t get it. Step 1: Stop playing video games Step 2: Head to great clips and get that lettuce cleaned up Step 3: Hit a shower (when dating hygiene is critical) Step 4: Go clean your car Step 5: Sign up for a yoga class Step 6: Go to the yoga class Step 7: Ask a cute for her phone number at yoga class (yes you can meet girls IRL and not just on the apps - 10/10 the Dirt Dog highly recommends) Step 8: Follow up within 2 days with a phone call and ask them out for this coming weekend Friday or Saturday night. Step 9: IMPORTANT - come up with a good game plane for date night. Get a dinner reservation, get an activity planned. Let them know in advance what you are doing so they can dress appropriately. I know you are gunna roll off the couch and head to date night, but they are not. They are going to stress about what to wear and call at least 6 different people on FaceTime to ask their opinion. Step 10: I highly recommend you bring flowers to the door step. I’m not covering that you go to the doorstep, because if you don’t do that you have no hope here. Women want men to date them. You don’t need to break the bank on flowers. Head to Trader Joe’s. Grab 2 different kinds of flowers. If you don’t know what matches find the closest looking lady to your mom at TJ’s and ask her. Wrap the 2 flowers into 1 bouquet with paper. Bonus Points you can cut open a TJ bag and use that as the paper. Step 11: Be a gentleman on the date. She isn’t there to hear your life story. Ask her about her. For every 1 question you answer, ask her 3. Open Doors, pay for the meal, be polite. Provided you follow most of this guideline you are highly likely to get yourself an opportunity for date number 2. Keep going until you find someone that you can’t imagine not being around all the time. That’s when you have found a good one for you. My life is complete with my wife as my companion. I wish you the same fortune in life. Happy Hunting.

There exists a martyrdom of those who offer their lives in a single moment, and the more hidden martyrdom of those who give their lives day after day. This is exactly what all Christians are called to do: to give our lives with love, every day.

*Sigh* Popular demand has forced me to post a rough draft preview from like Chapter 200. This is my Sci-Fi Malfoid that's coming down the line. If there's enough interest, I can skip to this part in the story. There has to be a LOT of demand though. Main protagonist in this scene is the guy btw. There was a commotion as Calyx burst into the private med-bay, the blue bird alien was panting. “Va—I mean Kells. You need to see this. There’s an alien that looks like you.” I stared at Calyx as if I was going to strangle him. My arm was still being rethreaded by the nano-printer, but I only needed just the one. I sighed, glancing towards the other occupant in the room who seemed amused that we were obviously using aliases. I puffed on my zakon dart as I considered my next move on the holographic Pa’Zac board. Through the blue pieces, I saw my opponent was calculating the conversation in the room as well as the game. I chose a Tyran Class War Mech and moved it onto the digital arena before turning back to Calyx. “You know very well why most species in the galaxy look similar to me.” I chose my words carefully. “No, I mean this one really looks like you. She just finished her round in the tournament. She slit a Korochoi’s throat. A Korochoi! It wasn’t even a fight!” Calyx handed me the data-slate. I groaned looking between the zakon dart and the data-slate before setting down my smoke in a nearby ashtray. I held the tablet in my hand, and my eyes scanned the screen for a second before I handed it back. “It’s just a flesh construct, Calyx.” “You didn’t even look!” My eyes squinted. “I don’t need to. I’ve run into my fair share of eidolons and the like. You can even commission a lifelike Nekomata. You can see some sort of spinal control device on her back—look it’s right there!” I suddenly snapped, my patience wearing thin. Calyx didn’t take the data-slate back, so I handed it over to our sponsor. The Rhodeshi, an alien species of mottled skin, oblong heads, and four eyes, took it. His amused expression dropped instantly. “That’s the Mairchoness Sorra Du’Vey of the Junta Dynasty.” Tenno whispered under his breath. “So?” I asked, reclaiming my zakon dart. Tenno stared at me if I was an idiot. “The Dyntasy hosting these death games? The greatest power in the Bellado Star Cluster?” Even if I didn’t have my cover to think about, I didn’t know how to tell him that the Bellado Star Cluster was very low on the galactic hierarchy. “I can guarantee you she is no flesh construct. They discovered her in an ancient stasis crypt. They are uncertain of the Mairchoness’ genetic lineage, though large parts of her DNA are found in every species in the Star Cluster. It most likely belongs to some precursor species that disappeared aeons ago, a race that may have been close on the family tree to humanity itself.” The Rhodeshi’s eyes flicked up to me, his mouth twisting into a knowing grin. Calyx gave me a sharp look with his yellow eyes. They were very similar to his great-grandfather’s. I glanced to the Rhodeshi, knowing my game was up. I motioned to Calyx to get closer, and I grabbed him by his yellow pilot suit so I could whisper angrily in his ear. “I have traveled this galaxy for two hundred and forty three years. Do you know how many of my kind I ever found after the war? None! Not a single one! I am telling you to stop!” I was breathing heavily. My eyes were a little wetter than usual. “Vas,” Calyx whispered back. “I know you. You’re going to regret this for the rest of your life if you don’t take this chance.” “It’s unlikely you’ll ever get an opportunity to speak to her,” Tenno interrupted. “The Mairchoness is part of The Hand, the seven assassins under the Lord Baron. They do not speak to the rabble. If you wish a chance to speak with her, it’ll be in the arena, and then only one of you would be walking away.” “They stole a child and turned her into an assassin?” I grimaced, shaking my head. I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead with my remaining hand. I didn’t for one moment believe anything, and I vowed not to, but now I couldn’t leave it. It was what my father would’ve done. “What happens if I kill another member of the Hand?” I asked, kicking myself. Tenno scoffed. “You don’t understand. The Hand are some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy. You do not simply kill one of them.” “But I presume as is usual with galactic custom, the strongest takes the fallen’s place, am I correct?” I asked. The Rhodeshi gave me another knowing look. He thought he had the upper hand in this game. We were supposed to be running a small-time scam, using advanced micro-detonators to fix fights in my favor. But the alien had long since figured out that I was staying low out of a choice and not necessity. And it was far far more profitable for him that he made me fight as I was really capable of. “Who is the reigning champion of the Hand?” I asked. “Leandron, but first you would have to convince me you are capable of such an opponent. As your sponsor, I make the final call of who you fight. I think it would be best to start with your real name.” “Vas Du’Kaal.” The alien began to laugh until he saw neither me nor Calyx were joking. The Rhodeshi’s expression instantly dropped into one of sheer horror and mortal terror. “Y-Y-you…” I picked up the data-slate with Sorra’s victory announcement. Zooming in until I could see her blood-covered face, I saw her smiling wide from ear to ear, though her green eyes were a million miles away. It was look I was familiar with only on the worst battlefields, that of the utterly insane.

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