I don't think many of you understand that if America set up Euthanasia centers for the incels, it would mainly be staffed by low class roasties in scrubs. That's who makes up a majority of the workforce in the healthcare and public sectors... That means the person injecting you with the relief serum would most likely be a foid who still has some Chad cum inside her and she probably only does it for the money and to feed her ego, not because she cares about incels. The facility would be lame too because we wouldn't be allowed to have a space where men can enjoy their last moments on earth in peace because the happiness of non Chads is severely offensive to foids.
This is why I don't support government funded euthanasia for incels, because feminism would ruin that too. I would rather looksmax (so I have nothing else to look forward to) and then go to Thailand and pay some hooker to pump and dump me (pump my heart with lead from a shotgun and dump me in a river). I don't even care if the hooker is trans, as long as she's attractive it doesn't matter because nobody is taking their clothes off, no sex, just straight to the buckshot. After watching Shuaiby's heavenly ascent, I want the same kind of blast but I'd rather take it in the heart where the pain of having an asymmetrical face is stored. I get hard thinking about little pieces of my heart and ribs flying out of my back after my Shotgun Valkyrie pulls the trigger of mercy. IMO getting blasted in the heart with a shotgun is the ultimate expression of love a woman can give a man. If a woman cares enough about you to end your misery with a powerful and messy bang, that is as close to real love as you can get in this world. If she blasts you away, she's putting your needs over her own desires. A femoid that would rather fuck you than end your suffering is heartless. Her pussy can only make your dick cum, but her shotgun can make your soul cum.
I started tying a noose today but finding "the perfect tree" is harder than it sounds and it was raining so I pussed out. I don't want love, I don't want sex, I don't want a gf, I don't want friends...I just want to be free from this flesh prison. I needed to visualize shotgun salvation and my guts splattering just to get the energy to function when I walked out the door today, otherwise I would have just cried on the floor while banging my head on the ground and digging my nails through the carpet like I do when I get home. At this point, I need suicidal thoughts to keep my mind off of immediate suicide.
This is why I don't support government funded euthanasia for incels, because feminism would ruin that too. I would rather looksmax (so I have nothing else to look forward to) and then go to Thailand and pay some hooker to pump and dump me (pump my heart with lead from a shotgun and dump me in a river). I don't even care if the hooker is trans, as long as she's attractive it doesn't matter because nobody is taking their clothes off, no sex, just straight to the buckshot. After watching Shuaiby's heavenly ascent, I want the same kind of blast but I'd rather take it in the heart where the pain of having an asymmetrical face is stored. I get hard thinking about little pieces of my heart and ribs flying out of my back after my Shotgun Valkyrie pulls the trigger of mercy. IMO getting blasted in the heart with a shotgun is the ultimate expression of love a woman can give a man. If a woman cares enough about you to end your misery with a powerful and messy bang, that is as close to real love as you can get in this world. If she blasts you away, she's putting your needs over her own desires. A femoid that would rather fuck you than end your suffering is heartless. Her pussy can only make your dick cum, but her shotgun can make your soul cum.
I started tying a noose today but finding "the perfect tree" is harder than it sounds and it was raining so I pussed out. I don't want love, I don't want sex, I don't want a gf, I don't want friends...I just want to be free from this flesh prison. I needed to visualize shotgun salvation and my guts splattering just to get the energy to function when I walked out the door today, otherwise I would have just cried on the floor while banging my head on the ground and digging my nails through the carpet like I do when I get home. At this point, I need suicidal thoughts to keep my mind off of immediate suicide.
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