The west is doomed.
It has nothing to do with brains since she wouldn't date an ugly genius. She just wants an Albert Einstein Chad lmao.
Its just women wanting everything, and not willing to settle for anything less than perfection.
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She just wants a Chad.
They're like this because of feminism tbh. They're constantly bombarded with the message "never settle. your worth it girl, even if you are 400 lbs".
Even Chad for these roasts isn't good enough. They want GigaChad.
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Women need a leash, not be left at home rotting on Netflix and taking cock. Putting the wildebeest on a cage won't domesticate it, slaping the bitch until they gain sense of reality will.
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forever down with western society
basic ass bitch,no brains whatsoever
yeeee find a camwhore that makes more than you and divorce rape herDivorce raped and betabuxxing women?
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Stacies chase him 24/7, he wouldn't fuck even 9/10s, since he has 10/10s always available for him.
I would genocide / vlad the impaler a small nation to look like this. (I know it's a Photoshop)
Stacies chase him 24/7, he wouldn't fuck even 9/10s, since he has 10/10s always available for him.
This video should be called two spinsters explain how every man isn't good enough for their golden vaginas.
The west is doomed.
What a fun little video this was! I'm older than the young woman in grey, younger than the "lady of a certain age" in red and, curiously enough, found myself attracted to both in equal measure though, admittedly, for slightly different reasons. I consider both equally pretty in their own unique way, so physical attractiveness is a matter I have the luxury of setting to the side, if only for a moment. After all, the simple fact that neither a brat nor a hag would give a monster such as myself a second glance provides me the unique opportunity to consider both with the kind of objectivity that the desirable could only approach a shadow of in their very worst of nightmares. As the being farthest from God, Lucifer had the most comprehensive perspective and, thus, the best understanding of the divine though he himself would forever be exiled from it. Freezing down in Cocytus, perhaps Lord Satan understood God's beauty more honestly than any of the angels because, unlike his erstwhile brothers who had been fortunate enough not to have rebelled, he had no hope of ever benefiting from it.
A monster, I could never think myself better than any angel, even the very lowest of them. Perhaps Father Lucifer has something to teach after all. Every frozen tear he shed was a testament to the beauty forever denied to him. Had he been unfairly condemned, had the God who cast him down been repulsive, our Father would have considered his exile a benefit, a blessing. Yet the father of monsters, in a gesture of filial piety, will speak truth to his sons while he lies to the race of men. Denied Heaven, our Father had the decency to weep authentically rather than attempt some parody of laughter while the true sons of Hell stood beside him. Heaven may be confusing, maddening, cruel and kind on a whim but it was somehow preferable to the strict distinctions that trace the rigid avenues that delineate the ghettos of Pandemonium.
The ultimate point, I suppose, is that women are something miraculous in that they they can be both beautiful and repulsive, kinder than the best of saints and crueler than the worst of demons, depending on whether one invokes them during the Day or in the dead of Night. Now, we exceptionally ugly incels are only permitted to perform the latter rite; the former will forever remain a mystery to us. That only Hecate rises up before us as we desperately pray to the Eternal Feminine doesn't mean that voluptuous Aphrodite never appears to others.
We are incels not because we despise women but because we love them; we want their caresses and smiles because we grudgingly acknowledge the power of both and resent the frozen fact they will never love us. They have so much warmth and sweetness to offer and not a hint of either will be wasted on things like ourselves.
This leaves us in the position of a devil, with no other option than doing the Devil's work. It would have been infinitely preferable were it otherwise, but both God and Nature need their villains, don't they? Father and Mother, the narrators of humanity's prolonged passion play, would become irrelevant if they someday found themselves with no more tales to tell.
So there'll come a day when icy Cocytus thaws and our adopted infernal Father marches with us against the celestial one embarrassed by the shameful fact that he sired things as hideous as us. We'll be struck down, of course, because beauty in all of its permutations will always be victorious against ugliness. Health, by default, always drives sickness down to the bleak and barren places where it belongs.
Maybe during our final moments, gushing both blood and tears, we'll hope beyond any sane expectation that some incarnation of the Eternal Feminine will appear to wing us to our final resting places. Innocent Maiden, voluptuous Mother, bitter-sweet Crone: a moment with any one of these three would be sufficient to justify a lifetime freezing down in the deepest circle of Hell farthest from the light of God and the life of Nature.
And not a single one will appear. Shame, considering that each of the three is lovely in her own right, has her own unique kind of beauty to share.
We'll each of us will dream of all three as our final moments drain from us. We'll imagine meeting the young maiden with all of her rosy innocence, fathering children with the eager mother, and clasping withered hands with the grandmother of the children we'll never have as we wait for the grave in concert.
Grim Chronos will appear in their stead because Death is the only one who will ever be willing to embrace a monster. Not an ideal surrogate, but at least one capable of infinitely more mercy than either God or Satan. Rescuing us from both the fires of Hell promised to us and the elusive light of Heaven we'll never see, Time will ferry us across the river Styx, wet our parched lips with the waters of the river Lethe, and lay us to rest in whatever nameless place it is that the distinction between ugliness and beauty is meaningless and all motion finally stops.
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it;s a natural side effect of women's empowerment. The more money they earn and the more educated they become, the even higher their standards for a partner rise. This means that many of these women simply will not find partners who earn more than them and have a degree
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JFL at these stupid whores- degree in "social policies" and meme linguistics- give me a fucking break, whore. And the other bitch- feeling "le supr smartz XD" at 22 and laughing because people don't care about the commie piece of cuckshit that is Corbyn. Pure dunning-kruger effect all around- probably the only thing that gets me mad anymore. "Ejukeited wahmen" are possibly the biggest and most hilarious meme within the socio-economic system in the last 50 years. FUCKING BITCH WHORE DIE YOU STUPID SHIT I AM INTELLECTUALLY SUPERIOUR TO YOU, SUBHUMAN WHORE DIE!
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This is news boyo? Didn't watch because I knew it would be a bunch of sophist sluts speaking platitudes about intelligence and being sapiosexual.
They aren't clever, they are just fucking spoiled.
i just wanted to write what some pieces of entitled shits but yea
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