Robtical
Had it with these cucks!
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Sure thingThanks for the link
LolLol @ understanding dark subcultures.
Nikka, it's simple as dudes just wanna get laid.
Lol @ understanding dark subcultures.
Nikka, it's simple as dudes just wanna get laid.
They used Jacks videos in this one
Really, men aren't that complicated. All we need is a good woman, a sense of belonging and purpose, a semblance of freedom, enough money to survive, a few hobbies, and maybe some beer and we'd be perfectly content in life. At least I would. But even that's too much to ask, I suppose.
they are deleting our commentsGo and raid it lmao.
Really... Men aren't that complicated. All we need is a good woman, a sense of belonging and purpose, a semblance of freedom, enough money to survive, a few hobbies, and maybe some beer and we'd be perfectly content in life. At least I would be. But even that's too much to ask, I suppose. Well, the first item on that list anyway.
Go and raid it lmao.
I saw that, fucking cowards can't handle facts.they are deleting our comments
It reminds me of watching zuckerberg getting questioned. They have no idea what the fuck they are talking about and are completely out of touch with the timesThese two used up hags have no clue what they're talking about, but what do you expect of the modern self-absorbed delusional femoid.
Fucking serious?they are deleting our comments
Cant watch atm but if they are gonna take information of incel culture from women then fuckin lol. Might as well ask a white person to educate me about black lives matter.These two used up hags have no clue what they're talking about, but what do you expect of the modern self-absorbed delusional femoid.
They used Jacks videos in this one
The other option would be two cuckswhy is it two roasties explaining it
Unfortunately. They should let Jordan Peterson talk about this. Lol I know he will be harsh on us, but he actually knows his shit.The other option would be two cucks
Unfortunately. They should let Jordan Peterson talk about this. Lol I know he will be harsh on us, but he actually knows his shit.
They used Jacks videos in this one
"dark subculture"
oh come the fuck on
Tbh all this shit is still super surreal
Just a few days ago we were still amongst ourselves - mostly left alone by normies except for cucks from IT. However, now so many eyes are on us and all major media outlets are talking about us (BBC, CBC, FOX, Guardian, New York Times,..)
Honestly last week I would have never guessed this could even happen but jfl
Lol @ understanding dark subcultures.
In defense of this sleazy bit of propaganda, which is the only defense I would ever be willing to offer it, they are correct in labeling this subculture "dark", although perhaps not for the reason they intended.
This subculture is dark because it's populated by men who've been relegated to the darkness, things to be shoved into those sad and secret places where things can be easily forgotten. No one cares about us, no one speaks about our issues, no simple human empathy or decency moves a single one of the happy and healthy to offer us a kind word, let alone serve as our advocates. There's not a single one among them to serve as diplomats between our world and their's. The vast majority of the time we're nothing more than unsettling shadows flitting on the periphery of their vision. And when we unhappy specters become unsettling enough, they simply turn away.
Tragically, it's only when one of our more unstable brothers buckles under the weight of his own pain and sets the night on fire that they bother to peer beneath the horizon down into the miserable little underworld we inhabit. Not because they suddenly care about our moans, of course; they've ignored our tears as long as we've shed them. It's merely that the ground beneath their feet is beginning to tremble and, terrified, they frantically begin to wonder why. The sun that illumined their long day is setting, taking with it all of its comforting light, and things they've only glimpsed in nightmares are beginning to creep up along the rim of the horizon into the waking world.
Not that anything will change. They'll chant their mantras and their platitudes long enough to preserve themselves through the night until the sun inevitably rises again and all of those nightmares recede, becoming nothing more than vague, innocuous memories. They did it with Rodger, they'll do it with Minassian, and do it yet again a couple years hence when yet another monster becomes so desperate to break the chains binding him to Pandemonium that he's willing to sacrifice what little humanity remains to him and baptize himself a devil.
Human beings have always had their ways of dealing with the things that dwell on the underside of the world. They'll spend a night of the year trembling, lighting bonfires in a desperate attempt to keep the evil spirits from entering the village. But the moment that dread night is over they'll extinguish their fires and cast off their charms like children who've outgrown their toys. The moment after that they'll breath a sigh of relief and laugh at the boogeyman that frightened them as well as at themselves for having been scared of something so silly and absurd. It goes without saying that the moment after that, they'll forget there had ever been a boogeyman in the first place.
In defense of this sleazy bit of propaganda, which is the only defense I would ever be willing to offer it, they are correct in labeling this subculture "dark", although perhaps not for the reason they intended.
This subculture is dark because it's populated by men who've been relegated to the darkness, things to be shoved into those sad and secret places where things can be easily forgotten. No one cares about us, no one speaks about our issues, no simple human empathy or decency moves a single one of the happy and healthy to offer us a kind word, let alone serve as our advocates. There's not a single one among them to serve as diplomats between our world and their's. The vast majority of the time we're nothing more than unsettling shadows flitting on the periphery of their vision. And when we unhappy specters become unsettling enough, they simply turn away.
Tragically, it's only when one of our more unstable brothers buckles under the weight of his own pain and sets the night on fire that they bother to peer beneath the horizon down into the miserable little underworld we inhabit. Not because they suddenly care about our moans, of course; they've ignored our tears as long as we've shed them. It's merely that the ground beneath their feet is beginning to tremble and, terrified, they frantically begin to wonder why. The sun that illumined their long day is setting, taking with it all of its comforting light, and things they've only glimpsed in nightmares are beginning to creep up along the rim of the horizon into the waking world.
Not that anything will change. They'll chant their mantras and their platitudes long enough to preserve themselves through the night until the sun inevitably rises again and all of those nightmares recede, becoming nothing more than vague, innocuous memories. They did it with Rodger, they'll do it with Minassian, and do it yet again a couple years hence when yet another monster becomes so desperate to break the chains binding him to Pandemonium that he's willing to sacrifice what little humanity remains to him and baptize himself a devil.
Human beings have always had their ways of dealing with the things that dwell on the underside of the world. They'll spend a night of the year trembling, lighting bonfires in a desperate attempt to keep the evil spirits from entering the village. But the moment that dread night is over they'll extinguish their fires and cast off their charms like children who've outgrown their toys. The moment after that they'll breath a sigh of relief and laugh at the boogeyman that frightened them as well as at themselves for having been scared of something so silly and absurd. It goes without saying that the moment after that, they'll forget there had ever been a boogeyman in the first place.
Really nice.No one cares about us, no one speaks about our issues, no simple human empathy or decency moves a single one of the happy and healthy to offer us a kind word, let alone serve as our advocates. There's not a single one among them to serve as diplomats between our world and their's. The vast majority of the time we're nothing more than unsettling shadows flitting on the periphery of their vision. And when we unhappy specters become unsettling enough, they simply turn away.
From the big publicity we're getting other incels will join and soon there will be more youtube experiments and channels.The moment after that they'll breath a sigh of relief and laugh at the boogeyman that frightened them as well as at themselves for having been scared of something so silly and absurd. It goes without saying that the moment after that, they'll forget there had ever been a boogeyman in the first place.