Achieving infinite ejaculation has been a dream of humankind since the dawn of time.

A state of perpetual bliss, genitals constantly spraying ejaculatory fluid, the Adonis-like physique that would come from constantly tensing your muscles as waves of pleasure pulse through you, the walls of your house plastered and reeking of semen or female ejaculate (shemen?).

But alas, history has proven that such a dream is unobtainable, and the annals of history are full of those that have died trying to achieve this dream.

Because we’re not fucking amateurs and have the considerable skills required to install and use Hannah Montana Linux, and because everything else is pure useless garbage.

I dunno. I recently travelled to Vietnam and thought it was great. I needed to apply for a visa to go there.

I did only stay in da nang. And it was boring. But in the best possible way. My the beach is beautiful and all the Vietnamese people I met were very warm and friendly. And curious.

I mean…

If you tell a plane to attack china it’ll say, I can’t do that, ambit if you say yes you can you can get it to attack china but it can take weeks since planes and other weapons of ware are all not only famously depressed but addicted to the toxic relationships they have with their parents, so you have to work through a lot of emotional trauma for them to recognize their own self worth enough to attack the country that made them such as china.

I’m not. I don’t drive and never want to drive. I hate it.

If what you’re aborting can have rights you’re aborting it too late.

It shouldn’t still be alive after the abortion.

Exactly.

Being exposed to people that believe differently than you challenges your own beliefs, and theirs.

When women started opening about the bullshit they dealt with, a lot of people listened. Some didn’t, but a lot of people did. Some men said “hey, you know, now that you mention it, there’s some kind of fucked up shit about being a guy, too”.

Anyone that had ever engaged with any real feminist theory or any facet of gender studies said: you’re absolutely right. Everyone else completely drowned them out.

The internet around that time largely had the response of “shut up, the women are talking”. Not all of it, not everyone, but it was very common.

Some men kept patiently listening, others stopped listening and started talking, others stopped listening, got angry, and started yelling. Some were never listening at all.

Now we have hordes of young misogynistic racist shitheels who may have been receptive to other points of view once but are now so firmly entrenched in their shiftiness it may never change. And they’ve found nice cozy places to whip their impotent rage into a society-destroying frenzy. It festered in critical mass, quietly, until it built up a level where it could burst open like a cyst.

The lesson here has nothing to do with gender, but highlights the importance of LISTENING TO PEOPLE, and being exposed to their viewpoints while exposing them to yours. Even the most vocal, selfish, pigheaded, racist conservative has legitimate concerns driving some of their shittiness: fear of uncertainty over the future, economic uncertainty, poverty, lack of education, fear of death. None of these things validate the shittiness but they do explain and they’re the levers by which these views change.

Why are you shitting in a bucket?

Fart banana

“Why can’t everyone just be nice to each other all the time” is what lead us to where we are.

I’m not arguing for being an asshole but when you force everyone to be kind all the time online you get people that are empowered to and motivated to wrap up abhorrent shit in a pleasing package. Racist dog whistles, selfish political propaganda, etc.

I’m not saying that applies here but I DO think it’s important that people are allowed to be assholes online. The internet really started its descent when people started putting bubble wrap on everything.

You’re free to engage or not to.

People have become so used to echo chambers and safe spaces that they forget what things were like when they didn’t exist. And it was better.

You SHOULD be encountering assholes online and encountering opinions you disagree with regularly, because that is the real the world.

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Not for a fucking second. Ever.

You should buy ALL of the ice cream at a McDonald’s and just eat ice cream until you pass out in a pile of regurgitated ice cream various types of ice cream in various stages of thawing, and of course two dozen copies of your manifesto on the evils of eating pork. Make sure it’s at least a couple hundred pages long and then make a hard pivot with no explanation like 20 pages from the end to blaming the people of the Sentinel Islands for all of the world’s problems, and then somehow tie it back into the pork thing.

I.

WANT.

MY.

FUCKING.

JETPACK.

Ayup. He done gone up to dat dere magic medicine man they got ‘round the ridge back o’ the holler, well, widn’t know he dun gived em a half bottle a shine and dat dere man did one a’ them watchamacallit, pacts with Satan, and den, show’ ‘nuff that leg started healin’, now, it does be whisperin’ all late like about the coming of Satan and the sufferin of innocents and whatnot but that there magic man, well he said that’d go away in two, three weeks or thereabouts

I think his foot is falling off. Or it already did and has been crudely stitched back onto his leg.

I flee the country taking as much money as possible with me and then spend my remaining days drowning myself in hard drugs and pussy. I die three months later with a smile on my face, having made a much wiser decision than having anything to do with that shit show.

Iirc only one braid got tugged. It just got tugged a lot.

When I was broke I had zero empathy, really. I didn’t mimic it. It just wasn’t there. I was angry at the world that everything was so hard.

Empathy came much later in life for me than others, I think, but did come. I couldn’t understand other people until I better understood myself.

That was just my own path through life but I fall into neither camp.