
SlayerSlayer
The Satoru Iwata of incels.is
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The only coherent political philosophy for incels is whatever feels most reactionary and empowering while sitting alone in front of a computer.
So this can vary wildly.
Sometimes this means being a fundamentalist Islamist. Sometimes this means being a hentai watching coomer. Sometimes this means being an ignoramous who preaches the bible and listens to country music. Sometimes this means being an aspiring drug addict. Even though all these things are extremely different, what they all have in common is that they embody emotional extreme reactions at any given moment in reaction to stimuli fed to me thru algorithms. The common thread being a cycle of eliciting reactions of disgust to my political enemies, and pleasure seeking behavior.
But it has to be done in the laziest most armchair way possible. I'm so lazy that, even playing a video game seems like work to me. Although I appreciate video game art and the idea of a video game, it just feels intellectually pointless. Even most hentai games are too much of a game and not enough of a hentai. Why would I struggle getting my ass kicked in a first person shooter when I can call you a faggot on the internet? Calling people you dislike a fag anonymously is more empowering than the work it takes to shoot some motherfucker on CoD.
Anything sensible and nuanced at any given moment seems pointless in the privacy of your own home, because oddly, pragmatism and decorum is stressful and unempowering. It's a public facing clown show we put as a form of duty among ourselves to keep a social contract we are fed up with in order.
But the dichotomy is that we have to keep putting on the clown makeup in order to get back to the dopamine reward of primal chaos we are addicted to and are inclined to embody in front of a computer, under the privacy and cowardice of an anonymous internet.
So this can vary wildly.
Sometimes this means being a fundamentalist Islamist. Sometimes this means being a hentai watching coomer. Sometimes this means being an ignoramous who preaches the bible and listens to country music. Sometimes this means being an aspiring drug addict. Even though all these things are extremely different, what they all have in common is that they embody emotional extreme reactions at any given moment in reaction to stimuli fed to me thru algorithms. The common thread being a cycle of eliciting reactions of disgust to my political enemies, and pleasure seeking behavior.
But it has to be done in the laziest most armchair way possible. I'm so lazy that, even playing a video game seems like work to me. Although I appreciate video game art and the idea of a video game, it just feels intellectually pointless. Even most hentai games are too much of a game and not enough of a hentai. Why would I struggle getting my ass kicked in a first person shooter when I can call you a faggot on the internet? Calling people you dislike a fag anonymously is more empowering than the work it takes to shoot some motherfucker on CoD.
Anything sensible and nuanced at any given moment seems pointless in the privacy of your own home, because oddly, pragmatism and decorum is stressful and unempowering. It's a public facing clown show we put as a form of duty among ourselves to keep a social contract we are fed up with in order.
But the dichotomy is that we have to keep putting on the clown makeup in order to get back to the dopamine reward of primal chaos we are addicted to and are inclined to embody in front of a computer, under the privacy and cowardice of an anonymous internet.
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