Blackpill Twitter keeps dropping blackpills: Foid admits she loves misogynistic men more than respectful men

[Rope Gang]

the worse you treat women the more they like it. women love being called whores, bitches, thots, they love being chocked, slapped, rough fucked, rape-play. etc

 

[Vodaccenu]

The virgin woman respect, The Chad wife beater

 

[AntiPain]

Shaniqua actually has a point - I don't think that supression is the main thing, but I do think that retarded and impulsive people
that are at least honest about their feelings in a way are less sophisticated in general and thus make smaller threats compared
to manipulators that hide behind masks, it goes for people in general not just men.

 

[Deleted member 5861]

At least she knows that men ARE reasonable when they hate women.

 

[acnescarcel]

everyones a philosopher nowadays. we're all dumb cunts that know nothing.

 

[Rope Gang]

Lmao just found another one holy fuck

Just treat her like shit bro

 

[bkdreamkb]

The mental gymnastics she makes to explain her primitive behaviour is amazing.

 

[Evildoer]

misogynistic

 

[Rope Gang]

This explains why most of those numale soyboy cucks are usually predators

 

[VincentVanCope]

The mental gymnastics for why she feels the way she does. JFL.

 

[Newbie17]

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the worse you treat women the more they like it. women love being called whores, bitches, thots, they love being chocked, slapped, rough fucked, rape-play. etc

Kek, what about that, IT?

 

[TheWitchKing]

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the worse you treat women the more they like it. women love being called whores, bitches, thots, they love being chocked, slapped, rough fucked, rape-play. etc

There are times I truly resent finding myself in the role of devil's advocate. Sadly, every truly ugly man belongs to the Devil by default. Perhaps I can find some tiny solace in the knowledge that by defending this woman or, at the very least clarifying her point, I'm ultimately condemning her.

This woman's argument is that the men who beat their wives, take pleasure in degrading their mates, openly deride women and make their hatred public are less dangerous than the disingenuous men who, though seething with hatred, only express it secretly. Perhaps such dishonest men hide their violent fantasies behind accommodating smiles or perhaps maybe, just maybe, while walking beneath the sun they seem innocuous but at night, during those dark hours when even God is rendered blind, they dare to write nasty things on internet forums. Yes, some handsome fellow may have beaten his girlfriend to death, but at least he's acted in good faith. What's more, though his act was certainly a crime, there's only been one casualty; he's only claimed one victim in the endless, exhausting war between the sexes. Compared to the horrific massacres perpetrated by men like Rodger and Minassian, our hypothetical murder of just one single woman is obviously preferable.

Understand?

This is just another attempt to vilify unlovable men who have found some way to vent, to express their pain in the only way permitted to them. Yes, it's a difficult thing to try and demonize the typical incel if he's never harmed a single soul while there are myriad desirable men who have beaten, brutalized and even murdered the women who adored them. But for a lovable man to be wicked while an ugly man remains virtuous is a horrifying thought, isn't it? It would be tantamount to turning reality upend, it would be suggesting that perhaps natural good and moral good are at times at odds with each other. Perhaps the devil has a lovely face, perhaps the angel has a monstrous one. To even begin contemplating such a thing would render the music of the spheres cacophonous noise, it would murder order, it would suggest that the world each and every one of us is condemned to isn't a good one if, for no other reason, than goodness is impossible without rationality. There would be no constellations with shapes that we can look to hoping to understand our destinies, there would just be spheres of dying light splashed across an otherwise empty firmament.

There has to be some way to make an ugly old virgin like myself who's never so much as drawn a drop of blood more dangerous than some dime-store Adonis who's left a trail of weeping, broken women in his wake as he's marched from one conquest to the next. Work that trick and you've bested every illusionist who's ever existed. What's pulling a rabbit from a beaten old hat compared to drawing Cosmos from Chaos?

So they force we half-born things back into the womb and pray to whatever god or goddess they believe is willing to listen that, given sufficient time, over the course of a decades-long gestation, Mother Nature's cunt will eventually vomit us back out with spirits just as horrible as the malformed catastrophes of flesh and bone imprisoning them. They beg the cosmos to beat our souls into shapes just as revolting as our bodies because if they were granted that vicious little miracle, loving every handsome man who committed a crime magically becomes justifiable because there was once an unlovable man who orchestrated atrocities.

I am an exceptionally ugly man, which is to say I'm a monster. The Devil owns me by default because I drew my first breath and will gasp my very last in Hell. But though I'll serve as his advocate, I refuse to become his assassin, if for no other reason than because doing so would satisfy the prayers offered up to him by the pretty people who once begged both God and Nature to make the world sane and were answered with silence.

 

[Rope Gang]

There are times I truly resent finding myself in the role of devil's advocate. Sadly, every truly ugly man belongs to the Devil by default. Perhaps I can find some tiny solace in the knowledge that by defending this woman or, at the very least clarifying her point, I'm ultimately condemning her.

This woman's argument is that the men who beat their wives, take pleasure in degrading their mates, openly deride women and make their hatred public are less dangerous than the disingenuous men who, though seething with hatred, only express it secretly. Perhaps such dishonest men hide their violent fantasies behind accommodating smiles or perhaps maybe, just maybe, while walking beneath the sun they seem innocuous but at night, during those dark hours when even God is rendered blind, they dare to write nasty things on internet forums. Yes, some handsome fellow may have beaten his girlfriend to death, but at least he's acted in good faith. What's more, though his act was certainly a crime, there's only been one casualty; he's only claimed one victim in the endless, exhausting war between the sexes. Compared to the horrific massacres perpetrated by men like Rodger and Minassian, our hypothetical murder of just one single woman is obviously preferable.

Understand?

This is just another attempt to vilify unlovable men who have found some way to vent, to express their pain in the only way permitted to them. Yes, it's a difficult thing to try and demonize the typical incel if he's never harmed a single soul while there are myriad desirable men who have beaten, brutalized and even murdered the women who adored them. But for a lovable man to be wicked while an ugly man remains virtuous is a horrifying thought, isn't it? It would be tantamount to turning reality upend, it would be suggesting that perhaps natural good and moral good are at times at odds with each other. Perhaps the devil has a lovely face, perhaps the angel has a monstrous one. To even begin contemplating such a thing would render the music of the spheres cacophonous noise, it would murder order, it would suggest that the world each and every one of us is condemned to isn't a good one if, for no other reason, than goodness is impossible without rationality. There would be no constellations with shapes that we can look to hoping to understand our destinies, there would just be spheres of dying light splashed across an otherwise empty firmament.

There has to be some way to make an ugly old virgin like myself who's never so much as drawn a drop of blood more dangerous than some dime-store Adonis who's left a trail of weeping, broken women in his wake as he's marched from one conquest to the next. Work that trick and you've bested every illusionist who's ever existed. What's pulling a rabbit from a beaten old hat compared to drawing Cosmos from Chaos?

So they force we half-born things back into the womb and pray to whatever god or goddess they believe is willing to listen that, given sufficient time, over the course of a decades-long gestation, Mother Nature's cunt will eventually vomit us back out with spirits just as horrible as the malformed catastrophes of flesh and bone imprisoning them. They beg the cosmos to beat our souls into shapes just as revolting as our bodies because if they were granted that vicious little miracle, loving every handsome man who committed a crime magically becomes justifiable because there was once an unlovable man who orchestrated atrocities.

I am an exceptionally ugly man, which is to say I'm a monster. The Devil owns me by default because I drew my first breath and will gasp my very last in Hell. But though I'll serve as his advocate, I refuse to become his assassin, if for no other reason than because doing so would satisfy the prayers offered up to him by the pretty people who once begged both God and Nature to make the world sane and were answered with silence.

Yeah I’m not reading all that shit bro

 

[Leamb]

rationalization at its finest

 

[Homo_Erectus]

Shaniqua actually has a point - I don't think that supression is the main thing, but I do think that retarded and impulsive people
that are at least honest about their feelings in a way are less sophisticated in general and thus make smaller threats compared
to manipulators that hide behind masks, it goes for people in general not just men.

 

[Anger]

It's literally okay when chad treats them like shit, but when an incel does it they cry about muh ''misoginy''

 

[PersonalityChad]

Fucking hundreds of likes lmao. Cucktears lives a in a dream universe.

 

[big nose bug eyes]

fuck w*men

 

[Grapefruit]

It's stuff like this that makes me struggle to sympathize with female domestic abuse victims. Just leave/stop dating abusers. It's not that hard.

 

[Stillcel]

There are times I truly resent finding myself in the role of devil's advocate. Sadly, every truly ugly man belongs to the Devil by default. Perhaps I can find some tiny solace in the knowledge that by defending this woman or, at the very least clarifying her point, I'm ultimately condemning her.

This woman's argument is that the men who beat their wives, take pleasure in degrading their mates, openly deride women and make their hatred public are less dangerous than the disingenuous men who, though seething with hatred, only express it secretly. Perhaps such dishonest men hide their violent fantasies behind accommodating smiles or perhaps maybe, just maybe, while walking beneath the sun they seem innocuous but at night, during those dark hours when even God is rendered blind, they dare to write nasty things on internet forums. Yes, some handsome fellow may have beaten his girlfriend to death, but at least he's acted in good faith. What's more, though his act was certainly a crime, there's only been one casualty; he's only claimed one victim in the endless, exhausting war between the sexes. Compared to the horrific massacres perpetrated by men like Rodger and Minassian, our hypothetical murder of just one single woman is obviously preferable.

Understand?

This is just another attempt to vilify unlovable men who have found some way to vent, to express their pain in the only way permitted to them. Yes, it's a difficult thing to try and demonize the typical incel if he's never harmed a single soul while there are myriad desirable men who have beaten, brutalized and even murdered the women who adored them. But for a lovable man to be wicked while an ugly man remains virtuous is a horrifying thought, isn't it? It would be tantamount to turning reality upend, it would be suggesting that perhaps natural good and moral good are at times at odds with each other. Perhaps the devil has a lovely face, perhaps the angel has a monstrous one. To even begin contemplating such a thing would render the music of the spheres cacophonous noise, it would murder order, it would suggest that the world each and every one of us is condemned to isn't a good one if, for no other reason, than goodness is impossible without rationality. There would be no constellations with shapes that we can look to hoping to understand our destinies, there would just be spheres of dying light splashed across an otherwise empty firmament.

There has to be some way to make an ugly old virgin like myself who's never so much as drawn a drop of blood more dangerous than some dime-store Adonis who's left a trail of weeping, broken women in his wake as he's marched from one conquest to the next. Work that trick and you've bested every illusionist who's ever existed. What's pulling a rabbit from a beaten old hat compared to drawing Cosmos from Chaos?

So they force we half-born things back into the womb and pray to whatever god or goddess they believe is willing to listen that, given sufficient time, over the course of a decades-long gestation, Mother Nature's cunt will eventually vomit us back out with spirits just as horrible as the malformed catastrophes of flesh and bone imprisoning them. They beg the cosmos to beat our souls into shapes just as revolting as our bodies because if they were granted that vicious little miracle, loving every handsome man who committed a crime magically becomes justifiable because there was once an unlovable man who orchestrated atrocities.

I am an exceptionally ugly man, which is to say I'm a monster. The Devil owns me by default because I drew my first breath and will gasp my very last in Hell. But though I'll serve as his advocate, I refuse to become his assassin, if for no other reason than because doing so would satisfy the prayers offered up to him by the pretty people who once begged both God and Nature to make the world sane and were answered with silence.

Perfect.

I harbour almost indescribable contempt for the feeble Stockholm- Syndrome cunts who are doing the feminist’s work for them.

No you thick weakling, nice guys are NOT the real jerks.

Contempt is how women see weak men. Virtuous is how they see themselves. Equals rationalisations.

Even the thug-loving skank would go for a nice guy with enough POWER. That’s all they care about.

 

[Schizoidcel]

mysogynistic good-looking low inhib NT men

 

[VST]

Chad incel, Virgin Cucktears.

Respek muh wimminz.

 

[Zyros]

There are times I truly resent finding myself in the role of devil's advocate. Sadly, every truly ugly man belongs to the Devil by default. Perhaps I can find some tiny solace in the knowledge that by defending this woman or, at the very least clarifying her point, I'm ultimately condemning her.

This woman's argument is that the men who beat their wives, take pleasure in degrading their mates, openly deride women and make their hatred public are less dangerous than the disingenuous men who, though seething with hatred, only express it secretly. Perhaps such dishonest men hide their violent fantasies behind accommodating smiles or perhaps maybe, just maybe, while walking beneath the sun they seem innocuous but at night, during those dark hours when even God is rendered blind, they dare to write nasty things on internet forums. Yes, some handsome fellow may have beaten his girlfriend to death, but at least he's acted in good faith. What's more, though his act was certainly a crime, there's only been one casualty; he's only claimed one victim in the endless, exhausting war between the sexes. Compared to the horrific massacres perpetrated by men like Rodger and Minassian, our hypothetical murder of just one single woman is obviously preferable.

Understand?

This is just another attempt to vilify unlovable men who have found some way to vent, to express their pain in the only way permitted to them. Yes, it's a difficult thing to try and demonize the typical incel if he's never harmed a single soul while there are myriad desirable men who have beaten, brutalized and even murdered the women who adored them. But for a lovable man to be wicked while an ugly man remains virtuous is a horrifying thought, isn't it? It would be tantamount to turning reality upend, it would be suggesting that perhaps natural good and moral good are at times at odds with each other. Perhaps the devil has a lovely face, perhaps the angel has a monstrous one. To even begin contemplating such a thing would render the music of the spheres cacophonous noise, it would murder order, it would suggest that the world each and every one of us is condemned to isn't a good one if, for no other reason, than goodness is impossible without rationality. There would be no constellations with shapes that we can look to hoping to understand our destinies, there would just be spheres of dying light splashed across an otherwise empty firmament.

There has to be some way to make an ugly old virgin like myself who's never so much as drawn a drop of blood more dangerous than some dime-store Adonis who's left a trail of weeping, broken women in his wake as he's marched from one conquest to the next. Work that trick and you've bested every illusionist who's ever existed. What's pulling a rabbit from a beaten old hat compared to drawing Cosmos from Chaos?

So they force we half-born things back into the womb and pray to whatever god or goddess they believe is willing to listen that, given sufficient time, over the course of a decades-long gestation, Mother Nature's cunt will eventually vomit us back out with spirits just as horrible as the malformed catastrophes of flesh and bone imprisoning them. They beg the cosmos to beat our souls into shapes just as revolting as our bodies because if they were granted that vicious little miracle, loving every handsome man who committed a crime magically becomes justifiable because there was once an unlovable man who orchestrated atrocities.

I am an exceptionally ugly man, which is to say I'm a monster. The Devil owns me by default because I drew my first breath and will gasp my very last in Hell. But though I'll serve as his advocate, I refuse to become his assassin, if for no other reason than because doing so would satisfy the prayers offered up to him by the pretty people who once begged both God and Nature to make the world sane and were answered with silence.

wow good read.

 

[ColdLightOfDay]

There are times I truly resent finding myself in the role of devil's advocate. Sadly, every truly ugly man belongs to the Devil by default. Perhaps I can find some tiny solace in the knowledge that by defending this woman or, at the very least clarifying her point, I'm ultimately condemning her.

This woman's argument is that the men who beat their wives, take pleasure in degrading their mates, openly deride women and make their hatred public are less dangerous than the disingenuous men who, though seething with hatred, only express it secretly. Perhaps such dishonest men hide their violent fantasies behind accommodating smiles or perhaps maybe, just maybe, while walking beneath the sun they seem innocuous but at night, during those dark hours when even God is rendered blind, they dare to write nasty things on internet forums. Yes, some handsome fellow may have beaten his girlfriend to death, but at least he's acted in good faith. What's more, though his act was certainly a crime, there's only been one casualty; he's only claimed one victim in the endless, exhausting war between the sexes. Compared to the horrific massacres perpetrated by men like Rodger and Minassian, our hypothetical murder of just one single woman is obviously preferable.

Understand?

This is just another attempt to vilify unlovable men who have found some way to vent, to express their pain in the only way permitted to them. Yes, it's a difficult thing to try and demonize the typical incel if he's never harmed a single soul while there are myriad desirable men who have beaten, brutalized and even murdered the women who adored them. But for a lovable man to be wicked while an ugly man remains virtuous is a horrifying thought, isn't it? It would be tantamount to turning reality upend, it would be suggesting that perhaps natural good and moral good are at times at odds with each other. Perhaps the devil has a lovely face, perhaps the angel has a monstrous one. To even begin contemplating such a thing would render the music of the spheres cacophonous noise, it would murder order, it would suggest that the world each and every one of us is condemned to isn't a good one if, for no other reason, than goodness is impossible without rationality. There would be no constellations with shapes that we can look to hoping to understand our destinies, there would just be spheres of dying light splashed across an otherwise empty firmament.

There has to be some way to make an ugly old virgin like myself who's never so much as drawn a drop of blood more dangerous than some dime-store Adonis who's left a trail of weeping, broken women in his wake as he's marched from one conquest to the next. Work that trick and you've bested every illusionist who's ever existed. What's pulling a rabbit from a beaten old hat compared to drawing Cosmos from Chaos?

So they force we half-born things back into the womb and pray to whatever god or goddess they believe is willing to listen that, given sufficient time, over the course of a decades-long gestation, Mother Nature's cunt will eventually vomit us back out with spirits just as horrible as the malformed catastrophes of flesh and bone imprisoning them. They beg the cosmos to beat our souls into shapes just as revolting as our bodies because if they were granted that vicious little miracle, loving every handsome man who committed a crime magically becomes justifiable because there was once an unlovable man who orchestrated atrocities.

I am an exceptionally ugly man, which is to say I'm a monster. The Devil owns me by default because I drew my first breath and will gasp my very last in Hell. But though I'll serve as his advocate, I refuse to become his assassin, if for no other reason than because doing so would satisfy the prayers offered up to him by the pretty people who once begged both God and Nature to make the world sane and were answered with silence.

Official poet laureate of Incels.me found.
Well written, I enjoyed this very much.