Un jour il faudra quand même nous expliquer pourquoi les 200 millions de personnes de la zone bleue auraient le devoir d'accueillir les 1,6 milliards de la zone rouge.

Doomscrolling is gambling for revelation, pulling the lever of an infinite slot machine, persuaded that after a billion worthless posts, the next one will finally justify all the others.

excess masturbatory 2000s nostalgia is the definition of “missing the point” in regards to what made the early 2000s so special in the first place things were better. they were more exciting, places were more vibrant, media was cooler, music was more fun, but getting too caught up in this is exactly part of the problem Y2K was a time of optimism, everyone was looking to the future and embracing new things. note that everything was original nowadays everything is played out. everything is just a remake of a reboot of a rehash and a reference to something old, something better. all media is just nostalgia bait, gen Z “edits” are all just childhood memories flashed over a song. there is nothing to look forward to these times we’re so good precisely because everyone was looking forward. people didn’t have this nostalgic obsession with the past, nobody was obsessed with these played out “aesthetics” and anything “-core” you can never bring back the 2000s or their magic if you’re still stuck in them. i don’t want to see a single fucking transformers linkin park edit ever again, i’m done. that stuff was awesome, those of us who experienced it got the best childhood ever (aside from those of you who got put on psych meds, sorry) we’re adults now and we have to embrace the future, even as bleak as it seems. you must hold out hope that things will be cool and new, that life won’t be fake and gay. that’s the only way anything can ever be good again

I told a black woman today that a black woman invented the telescope and she said "I know baby we's smart like that," then I told her that a black woman invented the iPhone and she said "yeah that was my auntie she deadass smart," then I told her a black woman invaded Poland in 1939 and she said, "oh baby you know it, they was askin' for it too, don't even get me started about all that," and I marveled at her wisdom, "no please, do tell," I said and sat my ass down to listen, and she said "oh no you don't! the fuck wrong wit you that's a dirty ass floor! I am NOT doin' this shit again with you crackas sittin' on my damn floor, I ain't got time for this bullshit! order a damn donut or get the FUCK outta here NOW" and I apologized profusely for offending her and gave her my order, a large iced caramel macchiato with whole milk, and a French Cruller, and she said "mhmmm, we outta crullers you want somethin' else?" and I didn't have an answer for her I really wanted a French Cruller but I checked my privilege and said, "black woman invented macchiato," and she said "i know baby," and I was amazed, all the whiteness which had accumulated within my body over centuries of white hegemony simply melted away, like butter on a stainless teel pan... After thirty minutes she came up to the counter, "MACCHIATO WHO GOT THE MACCHIATO" and I approached and she handed me my iced caramel macchiato, and I took a sip, it was like the scales had fallen off my eyes and it was like I could see for the first time... "ma'am excuse me," I said, "what" she answered, and with the burden of white supremacy no longer weighing me down I finally had the courage to ask, "would you teach me how... to wash my legs?" and she answered, "I'm on my break." Truly at that moment I could feel with a great intensity incomparable to anything I'd known under the haze of hegemonic whiteness that now seemed so unfathomably distant, in the taste of a lukewarm Dunkin Donuts iced caramel macchiato, that black lives matter. From that day forward, the abolition of whiteness would be my one, and only, purpose. I was woke.

So let me get this straight… In the UK you can go on a rampage at an Airport of all places, break a Women Police Officers Nose, punch a load of Police out and not be found guilty of any crime. But only if you’re a Muslim? Got it 👍

The elites don’t want you to know this song exists and that it used to be played on the radio

It’s absolutely perfect… A liberal man in NYC yelling about how everyone is welcome, as a Muslim man yells "Allahu Akbar!" and uses him as a literal springboard to throw a homemade bomb. The West’s suicidal empathy on video.

>progressives “shine a light” on yet another highly niche disorder >bring someone with a 1:1000,000,000 severe loud Tourette’s to virtue signal >immediately screams the N word when 2 highly respected black actors speak

Let's be serious, we can't have AGI and this at the same time..

Photos of and videos from the past are deeply radicalizing, for they are proof that progress is a myth, and we live in a degraded world characterized by a declining, dying civilization that has destroyed itself in the name of equality

The moment in these trials when the 120-IQ judge does an impassioned soliloquy toward the clinically retarded defendant who doesn’t understand a word of it is one of the most obscenely revealing rituals in all of criminal justice

Pluribus prediction. Next time manousos gets one of them in that hypnagogic state:

“Normie” means “conduit.” Their emptiness allows them to be filled by spirits. A popular song or trend is a minor spirit passing through the Normie Matrix like an electrical storm in the sky. Greater spirits (ideologies) battle each other for 1,000s of years through Normie pawns

The new transubstantiation ritual for the science zealots. 🙏

Early 2000’s culture was a desperate gasp against nihilism. “There must be something more!” You see it in movies: Office Space, Fight Club, The Matrix. You see it in music: Evanescence’s Bring Me to Life, Linkin Park’s Numb. Then the iPhone came and the cries fell silent.

Congratulations to every single person on the left who’s been campaigning to destroy women’s and girls’ rights. Without you, there’d be no images like this.

I cannot help but feel, after reading Jung, Nietzsche, Dostoyevsky, Camus, Meister Eckhart, Aldous Huxley, Ram Dass, Krishnamurti, that they all are saying essentially the same thing: the goal is individual responsibility; the goal is a radical self-maxxing.

Being overly logical is so cucked. 10,000-year-old blood wisdom is surging within you, but you choose to listen to the SSRI’d homonculus in your head instead bc some wordcels wrote some treatises. To conquer in the Misinformation Age, you must relearn how to think with your body