Operation Prometheus is a Go.

[Feeshtu]

Today, I began Operation Prometheus.

I had not planned starting it until next month.
But, due to new information, I had to go now.

It is my goal to sweep out half of the apartment complex I live in, half of them either evicted or in jail.

They are generally pieces of shit.

While my idea of good and bad may be strange, I do have my standards for what is acceptable, or not.

Information gathering is a skill I am good at.
All I have to do is share that information with the proper people.

Unfortunately, I had to snitch on my roommate first.
Which may make it harder for me to be an anonymous snitch.
People with a high IQ would immediately suspect me.
But, I do live with a bunch of retards, so it’s hard to say.

I am now Feeshtu the Rat Fink.

I guess they all should have invited me to hang out, or to their parties.
They will regret the years I spent alone, playing video games by myself, while they were having great times with their friends.

 

[zd60]

what

 

[Ambatukam Alone]

While my idea of good and bad may be strange, I do have my standards for what is acceptable, or not.

I am now Feeshtu the Rat Fink.

I guess they all should have invited me to hang out, or to their parties.
They will regret the years I spent alone, playing video games by myself, while they were having great times with their friends.

Riddler-tier cringe.

 

[Feeshtu]

Riddler-tier cringe.

Ok and maybe I’ll give a shit what you think…………when you’ve been here longer than a week.

 

[Ambatukam Alone]

Ok and maybe I’ll give a shit what you think…………when you’ve been here longer than a week.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our incel nation.

Five score years ago, a great graycel, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of graycel posters who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the graycel still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the graycel is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the graycel lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the graycel is still languished in the corners of incel society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every incel was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, gray men as well as colored men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that .is has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of no color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, .is has given the gray people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind .is of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of postcount justice.

 

[Xul]

what

 

[Xul]

 

[anotherwastedlife]

Small scale incel uprising