
Stupid Clown
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Normies have been shitting on Eliot Rodgers for years now and spreading lies. In the past, I belived those lies about him. I believed he was just a spoiled rich brat who had his standards set too high. However, in 2023 upon reading his manifesto I realized that Eliot Rodgers is a far more relatable character who has been grossly misrepresented for the purpose of dehumanization.
For those who accuse him of being a fakecel...
For those who accuse him of being a fakecel...
Here's Eliot Rodgers account of being brutally bullied by a tall Chad and his haramThe teasing I received was bittersweet. It felt horrible to be teased and bullied… it caused me a lot of
pain and anger… but at the same time I got a kick out of getting so much attention. It felt good to be
confident enough to pick fights with the popular skateboarder kids. It was either that, or continue to be
ignored by everyone like I was in Sixth and Seventh Grade. I never knew how to gain positive attention,
only negative
Toxic is the word that describes my first day of Tenth Grade at Taft High School. It was a toxic
nightmare. Every single second of it was agony. I continued to beg my parents to not make me go, but it
was to no avail. My father drove me there, and I didn’t want to get out of his car. He almost had to drag
me out. I somehow found the will to put one foot in front of the other and walk towards that awful, ugly
front building.
The first week of Taft was living hell. I was bullied several times, even though I didn’t know anyone
there. After being so used to wearing a polo shirt with khaki pants as a school uniform at private
schools, I continued to dress like that even after leaving Crespi. I didn’t give any thought to how nerdy I
looked. I was too withdrawn, like a turtle tucked into his shell. I was still in the process of going through
puberty at the time, so I still looked and sounded like a ten-year-old. Such a persona attracted zero
attention from girls, of course, but it did attract bullies like moths to a flame.
I was completely and utterly alone. No one knew me or extended a hand to help me. I was an
innocent, scared little boy trapped in a jungle full of malicious predators, and I was shown no mercy.
Some boys randomly pushed me against the lockers as they walked past me in the hall. One boy who
was tall and had blonde hair called me a “loser”, right in front of his girlfriends. Yes, he had girls with
him. Pretty girls. And they didn’t seem to mind that he was such an evil bastard. In fact, I bet they liked
him for it. This is how girls are, and I was starting to realize it. This was what truly opened my eyes to
how brutal the world is. The most meanest and depraved of men come out on top, and women flock to
these men. Their evil acts are rewarded by women; while the good, decent men are laughed at. It is sick,
twisted, and wrong in every way. I hated the girls even more than the bullies because of this. The sheer
cruelty of the world around me was so intense that I will never recover from the mental scars. Any
experience I ever had before never traumatized me as much as this.
I couldn’t do it anymore. On the morning before the second week of Taft started, I broke down and
cried in front of my mother, begging her not to make me go to that horrible place.