No, but beings you’re a vile curry street shitter that’s more than close enough.
Somehow I doubt that Gandu.
See what I mean? You’re trying sooo hard to give yourself an air of greater importance, meanwhile the only air you actual manage to produce reeks of curry street shitting!
Someone with a genuine 130 IQ would never feel the need to ever mention it, much less actually do so as some kind of personal elevation rhetorical device, as they’d effortlessly dominate any conversation or debate they took part in without the use of gimmicks which you utterly failed to do my third world non friend.
No. It can be both.
In fact it is both.
Actually I don’t care because…
A. I’m not a manlet.
B. As an old fucker of Gen X I have trouble completely buying zoomers heightism arguments since I saw plenty of short fuckers/manlets ascending back in my day. It was never really a problem in the past and I’m not entirely convinced it’s a large scale problem of inceldom now either. Most likely guys who blame their lack of height for their failure with women just haven’t come to terms with the fact that they’re ugly or a member of an undesirable race.
Someone’s certainly been sipping on that critical race theory Marxist commie Kool-aid and since it sure the hell isn’t me that kinda narrows it down quite a bit to one angry, buttmad, particular Indian dot head.
Why are you so ass blasted about my possible belief in the theory that blacks and perhaps even other non whites aren’t exactly human?
They may not be or at least in black’s case the book “Erectus Walks Among Us” makes a strong case for this.
You claim to have a 130 IQ, but since all you ever do is mindlessly parrot back Jew MSM media talking points slop at me, this is indicative of you utterly lacking the ability to think for yourself and serves as more than enough proof for the class to recognize that when you express your curry fury, subhuman mud, ass rage at me, as well call “me” a retard, what you’re actually doing is engaging in psychological projection, which in plain English means that you actually feel this way about yourself, but can’t bring yourself to openly as of yet accept the fact that you’re a moron, yet I must say I’m glad to have played whatever small part I could in helping you climb over that last psychological goal post and finally accept the truth about yourself and make this truly wonderful and enlightening realization.