SmugMohito
Evil angel/Righteous demon
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- Apr 24, 2018
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I don't want people to think that faggot is what represents incels. I should be the poster for us. Either me or Grotesque. Or all of us at once.
One guy needs to survive and call for interviews.what about more hERo's??
We could buy politicians and use a bit of mental gymnastics.What would be the point of going to the public? We are losers by nature and nothing will ever change that. Sure if society forced women on us...but that won't happen. Those times are over and will never come back realistically.
Mask and getaway cars?>"Dozens of us marching to the headquarters of some news station"
inb4 we get doxxed and fired from our jobs for being incels. I guess the NEETs could do this though
mass roping 1000+ at a time at one location, would make some history
If it gets a few of us laid around that short time then it won't be a total loss.Now that would be quite the event, wouldn't it be? Just imagine a legion of repulsive men marching toward some forest with nooses gripped tightly in their hands. Convening, they would wrap their homemade instruments of self-murder around their throats, tie themselves to a sturdy bow, and in concert release their grip upon the branch they've bound themselves to. We would have a choir of snapping necks, a tiny sound, sure. But people would surely hear it and feel themselves compelled to respond.
Ah, but here's the question: what form would that response take? There would be endless soul-searching articles, stories and videos about the victims of this grand act of self-murder, but what would said works of media regard the ugly men who succumbed to the rope victims of? Would they indict Nature? Well, of course not, because Nature would have been kind to the authors and no one is reckless enough to indict a goddess who's blessed them. Would the invisible hangmen, or perhaps more appropriately hangwomen, be the Fates who cursed the men with the hideous faces that drove them to find what solace they could at the end of the rope? Again, of course not because the moment one dares to indict the Fates the latter could become offended and, arming themselves with the scourges of the Furies, avenge themselves upon the ones who dared blaspheme them. "Nature is good and Circumstance is kind, there's a mate waiting for everyone, somewhere": the prayer that the blessed feel compelled to endlessly chant lest Nature turn Her face against them, making them no different than the disgusting things swinging from the trees.
So what would be named as the culprit in the mass self-murder of monsters? Society, of course. A society and culture of entitlement that tricked the ugly into believing they had a any right to their pain. After all, they could have been so very content and happy had their recognized their proper place: forever belonging the the caste of the untouchables. They would have smiled placidly contented with their toys. amusing themselves with their games and hobbies, smiling blissfully while they acknowledged the right of their betters to enjoy the good things appropriate to their stations. But mendacious Society managed to trick our hapless ghouls into believing they had any right to their inborn desires, stirred up feelings of hurt and resentment that would never have existed otherwise.
So there would be pity for the poor suicides but, of course, that wouldn't last all that long. After the victims of Society were cut from the trees and buried, they would be rotting for a mere week before the angrier articles were penned and posted, driven to the surface by the hatred of ugliness. "How dare these men attempt to strong-arm us into caring about them? How dare they wield our capacity for sympathy and empathy against us?" The grand suicide would be portrayed as a kind of grand rape: an act perpetrated by the undesirable attempting to coerce the beautiful into some desperate, grotesque facsimile of affection. The anguished ghosts of the hanged would be branded as vicious incubi and every trick and charm would be employed for the sake of exorcising them.
Let me assure you, this exorcism would work; anyone who believes otherwise has fallen victim to his own naivete. The choir of posthumous screams would be strangled into silence and those who wrapped their hands around the ethereal throats of the devils they worked to manufacture will fall on their knees before their most private shrines and whisper their guilty prayers of gratitude to Nature, overjoyed that subsequent to the death of a legion of ugly men the world became so much more beautiful.
Create more terro among normies