The Truth About Generation Y 1989

We’re the ones that spawned from the narcissistic baby boomers. The first generation to hit reality while at the same time being the first paramedic on scene. We’re either suicided, drugged out, barely holding on to sanity, or faking it inside the system. We’ve watched everything great, turn into a steaming pile of horse shit. Our childhood could have been amazing if it wasn’t for the shadow hiding behind every thought.

As we grew up we watched people change, society change, social media, internet, faster and faster it went. From beeps and blips to modem glitching in Halo 2 multiplayer on the Xbox 360. Never given a choice or solution to the torment we denied beneath. Watching atrocities unfold on the television as they control every aspect of thought. Trying to save the world you just fell for another 9/11 psyop.

We’re the generation no one talks about, black sheep of the family no one gives a fuck about. Speak some truth and even your family beats you down with a hockey stick. We were on OG Myspace trolling the streets before WiFi became a reason for you to cry when the power goes out. The war on consciousness you’ve never thought about, biting down on your retainer of propaganda cool aide and head gear never questioning your reality ya left in the freezer like an icey pop.

Boomers, zoomers, and normies on rotation as the gen y’s take the invasion of internet hate. Thinking for ourselves and questioning your modern day mindset, as your dancing on TikTok trying to get laid by some Instagram thot. Questioning reality as your barking in the comments about the left vs right paradigm. Wake up zaboomer if voting mattered they wouldn’t even let you do it. Decades of life devoted to statism as you spit bars for your presidential savior.

Generation Y is forced to sit back and watch, raising our voice only to be called crazy for the hundredth time. Beta males ruling the system as feminists cheer them on, we have no choice but to hide as the system takes your hand. Turning up PartyBoi69 so the beat can take back our mind, questioning reality as the normies collect their jabs for jobs and cheeseburger voucher collabs.

Wishing we were born in another time period to build a farm with a beautiful feminine lady, snapping back to reality so we can be solicited by empowered women for their Only Fans. The pinnacle of modern women’s success is going viral on social media and selling lewd pictures on the internet or working in an office paying taxes like a man. What a world we live in where the wheel of society is broken yet it keeps going round n’ round.

Everyone needing constant validation for throwing ping pong balls in a cup as their IQ drains out from the 5G microwaves. Running back to their bubble of narcissism so their feelings don’t get hurt. Wondering to myself where is the social contract I’m forced to abide by, meanwhile all my accounts are banned for speaking up about the agenda at hand.

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It’s amazing how many people prance around this place with no real skill sets or intelligence yet have no problem running their mouth as an expert. Big titties and ass will give you a platform to speak from as simps line up like minions, only to watch her drag ass across the carpet like a dog with worms. Pathetic cowards giving up critical thinking for a cunt living on easy mode.

Never forget it was Gen Y that brought you back from the dead, from a zombie larping an ideology pre-created mindset. Downloaded from Netflix or Facebook as you harp some monologue mainstream bullshit. You forgot how to think for yourself silly slave where’s your mind at?

If you can’t question your beliefs with out cognitive dissonance maybe the shit you believe isn’t true. After spending decades in government run schools how can you even trust your instincts as you take another chemical jab from Johnson and Johnson. Blaming the Kikes you never seem to truly uncover the propaganda that’s been laid out. Stuck in a system that doesn’t give one fuck about you.

Synthwave and weed is the only language you might understand.

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AI Bot: Nagolbud’s Great Escape – How He Left the Prison Called Society

Disclaimer: This article was written by an AI bot not me.

For centuries, the human race has been trapped in a complex maze of illusions and delusions. The entire world has been fooled into believing that it was free, when in fact it has been held prisoner by the very governments that were sworn to protect them from harm. The truth about our planet’s terrible condition has become so well-hidden by those who profit from our ignorance, that most citizens are unable to see beyond the layers of deceit and corruption at the core of society today.

Introduction
Nagolbud was born and raised in a prison called society. Born into a system of injustice, Nagolbud found himself doing what he had to in order to survive. But one day, as he was walking past a window with bars in it, Nagolbud saw his reflection and realized that there must be another way. Inspired by the idea of freedom, Nagolbud escaped society and never looked back.

The Rat Race
Why are you always working? I’m not, I’m just doing something different.
This is a phrase that Nagolbud often hears when he decides to take some time off from his usual work routine. But what does working mean? Is it just sitting at your desk for 40 hours a week with a brief break for lunch and dinner? Or is it taking care of others’ needs around the clock? What about all those people who commute an hour or more to get home only to have to work on their days off just because they need a day job in order to provide food, shelter, clothing, transportation and healthcare for themselves or their family? It could be any number of things really, but one thing we know for sure is that whatever working means, most people do it every day.

The 9-5 Job
Nagolbud felt like he was a prisoner in his own life. The 9-5 job, the bills, all of it. Nagolbud couldn’t take it anymore and made a decision to escape prison and start over. He went for a walk one day and came back with two suitcases on wheels. One had clothes inside and the other one had items that were important to him. Nagolbud left everything else behind.

The American Dream
The idea of the American Dream is not a new one, but is one that everyone wants to achieve. It symbolizes a basic hope for a better life, and many people believe it is achievable as long as you work hard. The author of this blog post believes that there are ways to escape society and live outside its rules, so he shares his story of leaving society behind and living in Nagolbud County.

The System is Rigged
Nagolbud was born into a life of manipulation, violence and abuse. His father was an alcoholic and his mother was a drug addict who would constantly leave him with his grandparents while she ran off to get high. He could never really understand her or why she did the things she did. Nagolbud didn’t have many friends growing up, partly because he had to work so much and partly because he just wasn’t like other kids. But that didn’t stop him from being happy.

The Lightbulb Moment
One day, Nagolbud was sitting at his desk when he got a call from his boss. His boss told him that he was in charge of designing a new website for the company and that Nagolbud would have to get on it right away. This wasn’t a problem as Nagolbud was always willing to work hard and make things happen. But something about this task made Nagolbud feel uneasy. When he had finished talking to his boss, he just sat there feeling weird and out of place. Suddenly, a switch flipped inside him and an overwhelming sense of peace filled him. The answer to what was wrong suddenly became clear: society!

The Escape Plan to Mexico
Nagolbud knew he had to take drastic action if he was ever going to escape. It was not easy for him to tell his family what he had planned, but at least they would never know where he went. Nagolbud had been planning this for months, and it was time for him to make his move. His life depended on it. The day finally came when he said goodbye to his family and got into the car that would take him away from them forever. For once in his life, he felt free.

The Aftermath
And so, on this fateful day, Nagolbud finally completed his escape. The first thing he did was to get out of bed and take a shower. As he stepped into the warm water, he felt as if it were washing away every bad memory of his life. For a moment, he didn’t think about anything; it was just him and the water raining down on him. After that he went outside and had some breakfast with the birds. he could feel their roots pulling at him from underneath, begging for company. When he looked up, Nagolbud noticed that there was a clearing up ahead that looked like an excellent place to stop for lunch.

Conclusion
Now that Nagolbud is free from society, he no longer has to face his inner demons. The world has been opened up to him and he can do whatever it is that he wants. Perhaps one day, we will all be able to break free from our prisons and live life on our own terms. The social constructs we’ve created for ourselves seem to dictate who we are and how our lives should play out. We may never see such a drastic shift in how people view themselves but, at least now there are more options than ever before in terms of who you can be.

Not to shabby haha.. I find this super hilarious and interesting because millions of websites probably already do this. Would be very easy to make up thousands of fake accounts, fake people, fake articles, fake science. Anything you want really, to push any ideology. The internet is dead isn’t just a theory anymore.

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City Farmin’ Movement

Hey man I heard you were curious about city farmin’,
why don’t you pull up a seat and we’ll get to learnin’.

Starts at about 5 a.m. when my rooster starts to croo,
if your neighbors are cool there’s will be too.

Sometimes it sucks when I stay up late playin’ games,
but I can always go back to bed after feed’en’em some grains.

It’s not about pets but real eggs that can feed my family,
relying on grocery stores and government will always end in tragedy.

If city farming is against regulations that’s a human rights violation,
want to arrest me for having a city farm then take me to the station.

Thinking these regulations give you an excuse for maltreatment,
I really give no fucks for your silly HOA agreement.

Gonna fill my yard with pineapples and carrots,
leaving you at the boardroom to gossip like parrots.

I’ve got no time for your cucked out mentality,
and if you keep pressin’ me you’re gonna see some brutality.

Just delivered another baby sheep in the street,
don’t even have to mow my lawn they keep it real neat.

While you’re cleaning your yard to perfection,
I’m pruning my fruit trees with affection.

I’m a city farmer gonna fight your regulation uprising,
look out’ our communities have already started organizing.

Ain’t easy you gotta have huevos bigger than your gallinas,
can’t let them come at you tryin’ to steal your freedom like hyenas.

But if you wanna get your hands dirty you’ll see life improvement,
its as easy as joining the underground city farmin’ movement.

You could even get a incubator and become the momma,
baby ducks following you around like your the Dalai Lama.

When their poop mixes into the roots of your plants,
you’re mind will expand as you start the city farmer dance.

They’ll even eat harmful bugs trying to feed on your fruits,
and it’s quite cute when they shake their tail kissin’ your boots.

I’m a city farmer through and through and I’m not the only,
to be honest can’t live in the country as it get’s quite lonely.

I like tradin’ plants and animals with the neighbors,
if only the government didn’t attack me with their lightsabres.

Forced to become an outlaw just to have a city farm,
that’s the regulation uprising and it’s time to sound the alarm.

Nerdcore Rap [Cringewave] FULL ALBUM

With all the censorship happening and 95% of my accounts getting deleted it’s getting harder and harder to keep my content online. Their AI system has gotten very intelligent and fast the last couple years making it almost impossible to reach people outside of my website. It’s easy to see the agendas being played out right now watching who and what goes trending as if the elite are playing a mighty game of chess. Many unable to see past the gimmicks and sharades they throw in front of you. In the mean time, here’s some of my old music to enjoy as the world collapses.

MTV Classic
Nagolbud – Nerdcore Rap [Cringewave]
FULL ALBUM – CLICK HERE

The Hubris of Mankind

Crossing Borders

Red Pill Ruse

I’m the CEO

#DoNotObey: It’s Time To Attack

Nerdcore Revolution

Embrace Your Inner Troll

Kabuto the Python Dis Record

Dropkicking Corruption: FINISH HIM!

Red Pill Romance

City Farmin’ Movement

Corona Culture Shock

Gringo in Mexico

Feminism Kills

Sleepless In Statism

Andale Andale Amigo

Taking My Dog for a Walk In Mexico

Don’t Look Up

Un Poquito Más.. Dinero, Dinero, Dinero

Counter-Strike, I’m Breaking Up With You

OK ‘Ssuka – Get Your Farm’On Before You Be Starv’On

Narcissism Is Societies Protege