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I've known about Elliot Rodger since he did the Day of Retribution, first I was bluepilled and believed what he did was wrong, a few years later, I read his manifesto, watched his videos, and fully related to him. A few years later (I am already a 32 year old virgin), I read his manifesto again, this time noticing new things about it and discovering more about Elliot's feelings, the meaning of subtler hints in it, and the real motivations behind it all.
However, I only found out about Cho (Seung Hui Cho) a few months ago, and he is also an incredibly interesting figure. I wanted to make a quick post about him and, if you are interested, you can look him up in the incel wiki.
These are some facts I found about him by looking into this beyond the mainstream sources of "he was just a monster and normies did no wrong":
However, I only found out about Cho (Seung Hui Cho) a few months ago, and he is also an incredibly interesting figure. I wanted to make a quick post about him and, if you are interested, you can look him up in the incel wiki.
These are some facts I found about him by looking into this beyond the mainstream sources of "he was just a monster and normies did no wrong":
- He has intelligent and studied a lot, yet teachers didn't think that was enough, they wanted him to talk in class. They gave him bad grades because he wouldn't.
- He wrote a poem to a girl, and she literally called the cops on him for that. As a result, he went through a humiliation ritual of being told by the police to stay away from her, locked up at a mental hospital, and told he was mentally ill.
- He was bullied and hated in uni, by teachers too. People didn't like him, had a mentality of "us vs him", and thought he was evil and not participating in class to intentionally spite them.
- As the time approached, I wished for a last minute miracle and discard this mission you’ve given me. Heaven knows I wouldn’t hurt a single leaf of a flower. But when the time came, I did it. I had to. What other choices did you give me? All this time. . . You never know that a human being is capable of doing until you fuck him to the edge. When you’re raped of everything, you got nothing to lose.
- You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today, but you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off, you Apostles of Sin.
- You Lifetakers may have succeeded in raping our souls and shattering our dreams — but mark our words — the vendetta you have witnessed today will reverberate throughout every home and every soul in America and will inspire the Innocent kids that you have fucked to start a war of vendetta.
a boy named LOSER
a boy named LOSER
walks off the sidewalk, shudders into his house,
and lays his weary head to sleep and dream.
In his dream, he lives two lives,
because in this world he has no life,
no class, no friends—just a Moron in this world.
During its long hours in the real world,
it’s no surprise he is LOSER.
Everyone knows—too bad—they say, only if he had a life.
Under the bright, cruel sun, he hulls his feet into his house.
Thinks about the two other lives.
Keeps on dreaming. Day dream.
What to do, what to say but dream.
That’s what losers do in this world,
where normal guys live their happy lives,
worry-free and be themselves, unlike LOSER.
A normal guy throws parties at his house,
but not LOSER—he has no life.
Be happy, be normal, get a life,
he says to himself; he can only in his dream:
In LOSER’s little mind, he brings over a girl to this house.
Only if he could do that in this real world.
LOSER. What can I say, that’s what losers do. LOSER!
Only if LOSER could live his lives.
Something LOSER can’t ever do!—lives those lives
and be normal and actually have a life.
You know why he can’t do it? He’s LOSER.
With everything he longs for, all he can do is dream
trapped in this world, in this wronged world.
Nothing to do but drag his heavy feet back into the house.
All alone in his little house
he likes to think he’s living his lives,
in his own safe little world.
No one tells him, LOSER, get a life!
No one gives him the hand gesture in his dream.
No one calls him LOSER:
Darn straight! This boy really is LOSER—LOSER with no life!
and he knows it. But he (what can he do) likes to live in his pathetic dream
drowning down in his little quirky house anyway—My Gawd! What a LOSER!
He is undoubtedly a saint who should be honored. And a very competent one in terms of carrying out his own Day of Retribution, which is Lifefuel.
