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In general, I get pretty excited seeing peoples art and creativity in whatever form they choose to express it in. Many talented humans with their own niche hobbies of dedication and growth willing to share their inner most thoughts, desires, or stories. Getting better each time their brush paints some rhymes or sucking you into their book with some story intertwined. Like a time machine blasting you into the past or exploring a dystopian overlord future where robots and Satanists are using magic to send spells through your television set.

To my surprise, it’s doubley exciting to see this artform take on a Nagolpilled extension of the character’s mindset. It all started with one gamertag and a profile pic. It’s as simple as reading it backwards to dub the name of an OG Halo 2 video gamer king. Dropping out of high school for various reasons I was too young for a workers permit, so I had a year to climb the leaderboards and become a goober gun battle rifle nightmare.

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Gaming became my escape to a creatable atmosphere of manosphere comradery where friends could be silly and goof around without society calling the police. When reality went from school hunting clubs to kids hiding under their desk because of some false flag school shooting events.

Unable to build a shed or go fishing without the governments permission, and even then harassed by some Karens for catching a fish dinner. Spinning in circles men have no idea where their creativity is allowed to flourish. Hiding in the man cave like a bear in hibernation, the system doesn’t like it when they unleash their masculine expressions of joy inside hobbies.

When allowed to chase our thoughts it creates positive additions to the community, whether online or offline it doesn’t really matter. Taxes is in place to rob you of this creativity, stuck in the repetitive 9-5 mindset watching the daily dose of its programming. Whether fear or humor, like a porn addiction your meat is red and swollen. Brain unable to handle the millions of tickles from conformities tentacles as you’re overloaded like a circuit breaker.

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But what do I know I’m just a high school drop out with 7 years of college under his belt. Never even got a degree but ended it all by starting my first company, just some neckbeard living in Mexico ranting and raving on the internet. Smoking weed at the beach staring up at the moon from a bowl earth, as society swirls around like a turd of left vs right political paradigms headed out to the septic tank.

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Time to embrace your inner troll and forgot about social norms, let your mind find the beat to your dreams and ignore what the normies think regardless of social media points. Turn off the Andrew Tate freemason shill loopset and design your personalized sigma male grindset. Unfollow the thots on TikTok and start twerking to your own drum line, where lust doesn’t control your thought process.

Better to teach yourself some new hobbies and adventure out of the narcissism bubble. Think outside the box and you’ll find value in something you never knew could have even existed and all it took was a little imagination to get there. Cutting off limbs of society’s Kraken monster as you explore avenues of an art you excel at, smiling at the hardships doubling your hitpoints with a stamina upgrade.

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Never letting someone knock you off your horse, keep riding to freedom with your sword and shield ready for battle. Willing to sacrifice temporary pleasure to hunt the demons haunting the doubts surrounding your goals. Increasing in skill you’ll start to see improvement in the success of your plan, adding points to wisdom and strength go hand in hand. Unlike a video game, Gods the one giving out the quests to test your character, don’t worry if you make a mistake though, doesn’t mean it’s game over.

Coming back to life only to watch the world burning down can be a difficult thing to overcome. Sometimes redpill rage and coping became part of the daily routine. Alcohol or drugs can seep into your compost pile, destroying all the beneficial bacteria you’ve been farming for growth. Better to keep it clean and just smoke some homegrown green, mixing animal manure back in, the best happens to be rabbit poop.

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Planting seeds and watching it grow like soldiers standing strong ready to take on the world, even after a storm the flowers come out to shower in some rays of sunshine. Ideas start to foment as old habits die off like weeds as you pull them one by one from the garden soil. Grabbing the bucket to harvest the fruits of your labor, throwing the scraps to the chickens for an organic backyard feast.

A step in the right direction as you become more self reliant with no fear of the current political psyop provisions. Throwing out your portions of the statist delusion to build a high quality homestead, looking back at the main stream societal circus scratching your head. By fate or providence you have found yourself reading this article wondering what path in life you’ll stumble down. At the end of the day it really doesn’t matter as long as your machetes sharp and you’re prepared for the adventure.

Just think about where you’re sitting right now..


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e-Brotherhood for Sale Online

You know I always wonder how so many normies can exist. Why do you enjoy having your ears tickled just to fit in, it’s my worst nightmare. An AI bubble of conformists agreeing with your every ideological line of wisdom. Never questioning or throwing out an original idea, just a perfect repeater jumping in line.

When I think of my best friends it’s never the dude that’s too scared to voice his opinion. The man that can’t defend his reaction as he cries into the social media wind. Where are the revolutionaries, the critical thinkers, and philosophers. We used to call them red pill but taking it now just means you lose 3 digits from your bank account. It’s sad seeing weak men trying to justify a man that is willing to die for his opinion when they can’t even create their own original thought.

Every male coach and manosphere artist painting a picture of retardation so you pull out the checkbook. Selling you self help courses with a dose of their alpha male e-book. Men unable to question their own thought process as they become a fish on the hook. Swallowing the narrative as the treble starts to poke in the back of your beta male throat.

Taking the bait you try to escape, only to find out the shit is lodged deep in your personality and fate. Accepting the reality that was created for you, wishing there was some way for it to change. Just one more episode of Netflix and maybe things will metabolize. Hoping for someone to point out the path just so you can take a break from the mundane.

Real brothers will tell you how it is, regardless of your fantasies and anime hoodies. Maybe the truth hurts, or maybe you forgot to wear your armor as you try and fight the spiritual war. Friends come and go, but brotherhood is something that lasts a lifetime in this shallow existence we call life. So where do you see yourself when someone questions your fallacy, cling to destruction or embrace the unique..

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This is the difference between a friend group and a brotherhood, the realities that set in when your boy speaks some truth. Another night out with your Gucci and diamonds hanging from your neck. Fancy watch and car, surrounded by fakes and frauds with no conversation, as the night starts to progress you’re still left feeling empty with no meaning at all.

Walk alone if you must, but there’s no reason to ignore your homies just to jerk off into lust. Obviously many men are drones wrapped in conformity silicone. Societies been completely redesigned, as an original opinion becomes shadow banned into oblivion. Hated for originality the only option is to become a clone, an AI bot, or accept reality as it is.

Speaking with empathy, a real man understands, a world filled with lonely adventures will having you enjoying the pain. Wishing there was more, only to realize it’s a figment of the social construct you’ve been praying for. Real hearts and minds will start to appreciate the individualism you chant for as you remove the hook from your jaw.

That’s when you know it’s a brother, a man you can trust. Whether battlefield or police station it’s a dude you can thrust. (Wait that was kinda gay.) Whether battlefield or police station you know it’s a dude you can no homo with as you fight the patriarchy. Damn hold on let’s just change the subject.

In a fallen world humor becomes the spear on the front line, most unable to laugh at themselves as they become the pillar destroying their own success. A foe on their own battlefield staring them in the eyes, disgruntled hate and projection become their only attack as they collapse in a pile of their own shit. Casting out ideas just so they can feel justified in their illusionary rhythm of ideological success. Identity politics becoming the queen on the chessboard of neglect.

Where o’ where are the revolutionaries, the critical thinkers, and philosophers. The pastors, and preachers, warriors, and tin foil hat wearing adventurers. Our world is starving for a bit of reality as zombies and robots take control. What do you want in your life? Brothers or social circles twerk clapping the floor..

Social Media Repeat Ban Blessings

The first time it happened I was disgruntled and angry. Spiteful about how many memories I was losing. Looking up wondering why I can’t just speak my mind. Losing years of hard work and personal adventures because I mentioned something someone didn’t like. What I failed to realize at the time however is these self righteous corporations were doing me a favor.

Putting in years of hard work for them to utilize for profits while my creativity was absorbed by collectivity of what get’s the views. Holding out my phone in unique moments to post online without enjoying my moment in the sunshine. Forgetting what was important, now-a-days I rarely even carry my phone in public. A lesson learned as the blessing is revealed just in time.

It’s so easy to get caught up in modern day drama, the media wants you in fear to spin their next psyop. Some dude wants you imitating their words so he can cash in on the red pill manosphere. Another feminist praises misandry after she hit the wall and becomes miserable. The younger generations sucking on the nipple, ready to digest the radiation from the metaphorical 5G towers.

Being banned from social media multiple times has forced me to jump into new hobbies and interactions. Things I’d never have experienced if I was chasing social validation wanting to be e-popular. Building houses out of clay and sand with my autistic man hands. Many forget we live in a plane of opportunity once you turn off the internet. Whether it’s a few hours carving wood, painting, writing, baking, or just chillin’ with your chickens.

Contemplating ideas and thoughts you never would have explored if you were dancing along to social medias pre-determined outcomes. Philosophy and realm wide wonders being the center of imagination during nights offline, wondering what’s out there becomes the beat of the drum. Questioning what you’ve been told since birth, wondering what this life was all about, maybe there was more than the mundane mainstream mix tapes on radio repeat.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a gamer at heart but we forget how real it can be to enjoy a conversation with some random in the street, maybe put away the phone for a little bit of small talkin’ about meats. Let the media larp as we cook up some fish and enjoy some hot dogs in the street. Everyone hiding in their rental agreement with gas prices doubling as we speak. Without community were certainly screwed before your heart drops another beat.

We inject ourselves with the social medias’ hate, divide and conquer is obviously their checkmate. Black vs white, red vs blue, man vs women, hegelian dialectic is their whip in the time of Satan’s seat. Where o’ where are the revolutionaries, freedom fighters, and biblical pastors to get the frogs outa the pot before it over heats. Sensory overload becomes the psychological pain we thought we could beat. Little did we know it was their coals we’ve been burning on with our bare feet.

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Time to put down the phone and go for a walk, spark up a conversation with some dude on the block. Everyone so scared of the worst case scenario when in reality you might just get some dank food and a good conversation to boot. With more community the ruling elite really stand no chance against the power of some good grilling and conversation from your buddy down the street. Where o’ where are the revolutionaries, freedom fighters, and biblical pastors.

I speak from experience is all I can say, maybe it’s better to lose the internet for a few days of reality meditation. Embrace your individualism and join in on some local community interactions. Everyone needs a hug and some conversational stimulation, the chances of finding that online only come in forms of big payments to OnlyFans. Maybe here too if you join the militia, but I only send feet pics never the nudes.

All I’m saying is maybe you should log off from Twitter, Facebook, Bitchute, Youtube… drop the Instagram, OnlyFans, and the armpit sex attitude. I don’t know, just saw that was trending on Porn Hub. I might have made that up, you’ll never know. But maybe it’s time to disconnect and find something that really makes you passionate about your life here on this satanic realm we call earth. TLDR: Bitch you needa go outside and touch some grass..

“As the world disappears behind their bubble, the mirror is all they see. As they chase internet approval they forget who there were supposed to be.”

The Internet Killed Video Games

Once in a while I get fed up with a certain game or the game designers alternative motive and throw it down. Often times it’s another DLC money grab from the developer or a hidden pay wall to win. Regardless, money seems to be the only thing driving the modern video game market. On the other side of the coin you have millions of avid gamers willing and ready to murder someone just to get one rank higher in CSGO, League of Legends, or WoW PvP. You name the game, with online multiplayer, 98% of the player base turns into cut throat douche bags trying to achieve a pixelated accomplishment. Have you ever noticed a common theme among these current games? The community is “toxic”. You can read hundreds of these reviews for almost any online multiplayer game.

In regards to games going down hill in the last 5-10 years that point could be made. That developers have used the internet and hype to clear out the pockets of their fans while delivering low brow, no creativity, non functioning video game as their 5th alpha game this decade. Some fans claim the pretty graphics make up for low quality gameplay and non existent creativity as they hold up just a few games in the last 10 years to maintain their point.

Another reason some of these games like WoW last over a decade, because nothing has come out to beat it. You can list some other game but the reality is nothing has been as popular as WoW for PC gaming. Other hugely popular games like Minecraft or Terraria still remain some of the top games out there, with the most copies sold world wide. These games are not graphically amazing and two of them are essentially a 2d Windows 98 game. The reason they were so popular is the creativity behind the game. WoW is a bit of an exception as lore and past games built into it but games like Minecraft are solely on their own.

Games that are not known for their online multiplayer seem to be the most popular as far as playability. Or online multiplayer without the “PvP competition”. I put that in quotations because a lot of people seem to think “skill” is involved in ranking high in a lot of these games but the reality is you just have to play a lot. There is no “Call of Duty skills”, however there is memorization of maps, spawn locations, and objectives. Which is hardly a measure of skill, but rather you simply put more focus on CSGO than the other guy.

Most of these online games themselves can be won depending on who is the host alone! Games like Fortnite where players gloat about being #1 when the reality is the best gamers probably aren’t wasting away on Twitch begging for donations. They have real hobbies, real lives, and other things they prefer doing than staring at a computer all day. Yet this is considered a “skill”. If someone get’s 1st in 100 Fortnite matches but played 500,000 matches are they really skilled? Verse someone that gets 1st in 100 Fortnite matches with only 500 games.

This brings me to my next point, that the internet actually killed video games. Between Twitch and YouTube it seems game developers base their entire game off what a few streamers say online and their baby sitter audience of 8 year olds. Have you ever played a game that had potential? That was a lot of fun?

Only to watch it get destroyed by these “skilled” players because they can’t actually do it. Dumbing down games like WoW where the hunter bow quest from vanilla actually took some class skill to accomplish. Or at least knowing your characters limits and abilities very well. It was actually a token of accomplishment in game, whereas modern WoW simply hands out gear for “completing” a run.

These same people get into multiplayer games, playing hours a day, whether they are silver, gold, or diamond, commando, or super man of CSGO, it all remains the same. Their attitudes and delusions of becomming the next Twitch famous streamer is held up next to their “COD” weekend tournament trophy. (Only 3 teams entered). They cuss you out online for hitting the wrong button, they flame you for using “e” instead of “q” when you should have “w”. Yet they are the same rank as you. The entire online community of video games has turned into a cesspool of narcissistic morons that think video games is an actual skill. It’s not! It’s entertainment!

I remember back to Super Nintendo, N64, regular Nintendo, Sega, Xbox, ect. How much fun the games were, how much fun I had at LAN parties with buddies, and how intense those Halo sessions were with a group of friends. We’d usually go to the store first, get a bunch of fake food and snacks with some sugar water and hit the console all night.

Renting a game for the weekend was such an exciting thing as a kid and the excitement in the car as I anticipated the bike ride to my buddies house to sound the alarm for the new game. I don’t remember ever having a real fight, being cussed out, or threatened in any of these matches. Were their intense moments? Of course, but that’s what made it fun. At the end of the night there was no ranking, no delusional stat system. It was all fun and it built those relationships.

The internet however, has turned gaming into some sort of retard competition where hitting one button a second before the other determines your “skill”. Lag itself and who is hosting the game, forget all that, it’s not like it matters when the opponent has an extra 3 seconds of visual time before you do right?! Haha.

Or other games like League of Legends that are won and lost at the champion select screen. Does it take skill to play that game? No. Literally none. What it does require though, is a lot of time spent memorizing and staying updated on their champion updates. A game where they literally buff and nerf champions to sell skins as their player base cries about rank and skills. Sorry dude, but there is no skill required in playing League of Legends.

The worst part is these are the people that make up the “toxic community”. A bunch of gun hoe retards chasing a rank. They get so caught up in this rank they are willing to act like a douche bag in order to lord their “skill” over another person that most likely just hasn’t played as much. These same tools will admit to being on a “smurf” account as they belittle and flame anyone that messes up. Reality check, you are playing with bad players just to feel good about yourself.

It’s a bit of a narcissistic supply grab for many of these sociopathed out morons. The difference between the internet and no internet is, if some little douche bag ran his mouth in real life like that he’d get his ass beat because fighting requires more than button mashing, luck, and no lag. I promise you won’t see the left or right hook coming but I can guarantee you’ll be crying about hacks as you crawl up in the fetal position hugging concrete. Then they learn not to act like that anymore.

Online however, is a different story. In most cases the toxic player will gaslight their victim into calling them out. In which case the real toxic player will report the victim along with their crew of butt buddies and you will get banned or timed out from playing. I remember when I used to play League of Legends seeing this exact scenario played out.

Some douche bag was harassing another player for not “w” when he should have “e” and I simply called him a douche bag and told him to shut up, let the guy play. I was banned for 2 weeks immediately after the game by their “auto” ban feature. Why? Him and his 69 partner reported me. Games like this literally promote toxic behavior without even allowing the victim to fight back without threat of ban them self. Another reason online gaming sucks.

Having to be politically correct all day just to keep your job only to come home and do the same thing in your video game under threat of ban or removal. Call someone out for being a little dicked douche bag, or a passive aggressive cunt, and you will be banned. Games like League of Legends teach their fans to behave like good little passive aggressive faggots with no threat of any type of slap on the wrist.

Not even a verbal confrontation is allowed or the victim will literally get banned. A typical response to this is usually “get better baddy”, and to those people I always ask them what game they play, then I ask their rank, typically I am twice their rank at least, and about 1/10 the play time… and I AM NOT EVEN TRYING TO GET A RANK.

It was hilarious listening to low ranked CSGO players cry about rank and how hard they try when I would simply hop in the game and play for fun, mopping the floor with them. It brought me down memory lane to write this article however as it required me to relive my Super Nintendo days, and the extreme amounts of fun playing Golden Eye for the N64. Or Mario Party. Was their competition? Sure. But if you were too big of a dick head you just weren’t invited back.

The problem with online gaming however is that the invitation is always there. Regardless of how many you block and report you will simply be put on another team with another toxic douche bag chasing a pixelated rank that some how brings worth and value to their life. It doesn’t matter the game, how good or bad, there will always be toxic players, cheaters, and strait up douche bags, and this is exactly why I say the internet killed video games.

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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 of dial-up 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 women living on easy mode.

Never forget it was Gen Y that brought you back from the dead, from a zombie larping an ideological pre-made 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 delusions you believe aren’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 neighbors you never seem to truly uncover the propaganda that’s been laid out.