LOL - honestly, Marxism and Critical Theory(tm) have been a FUCKING GODSEND to me.
I think I had like 3 years of "read a book / not my job to educate you / lol get feminism" type shit before I finally said "fuck it" and took a crack at critical theory. I went from "SOURCE??" to "NO SOURCES!" pretty fuckin quick, and I'm hella proud of that!
Now even trannies run away from me when I start throwing out stats and acronyms that confuse, shock, and scare THEM! LOL like I'm the personification of the their insta-existential crisis / anxiety attack that they project on to me due to the painful cognitive dissonance (practically murder!) that leaves them feeling transparent/naked/hollow and standing in front of everyone .. With no clothes.
I actually wish I could enjoy it, sometimes - but then I remember that'd make me just like the PSW jamming a filthy catheter into Granny's UTI-inflammed urethra with a sadistic smile.
(Obligatory OP LASER report: https://www.cmfmag.ca/todays_brief/canadian-armed-forces-long-term-care-facility-report-released/ ... BGen. Conrad Mialkowski & 4 Cdn Div - I SALUTE YOU! )
They're sick, just like a Borderline/Dementia/psychotic patient... Perhaps not the most sympathetic victims, but victrims nonetheless. The difference between them and I is that they'll plot to try and induce suicidal ideation + completion ... And I say the occasional prayer for them with a heavy sigh.
Then I categorize them as God's Drill Sergeants who are busting ass to instill patience and humility in me.
NO BLOOD FOR HORMONES!
LOL - honestly, Marxism and Critical Theory(tm) have been a FUCKING GODSEND to me.
I think I had like 3 years of "read a book / not my job to educate you / lol get feminism" type shit before I finally said "fuck it" and took a crack at critical theory. I went from "SOURCE??" to "NO SOURCES!" pretty fuckin quick, and I'm hella proud of that!
Now even trannies run away from me when I start throwing out stats and acronyms that confuse, shock, and scare THEM! LOL like I'm the personification of the their insta-existential crisis / anxiety attack that they project on to me due to the painful cognitive dissonance (practically murder!) that leaves them feeling transparent/naked/hollow and standing in front of everyone .. With no clothes.
I actually wish I could enjoy it, sometimes - but then I remember that'd make me just like the PSW jamming a filthy catheter into Granny's UTI-inflammed urethra with a sadistic smile.
(Obligatory OP LASER report: https://www.cmfmag.ca/todays_brief/canadian-armed-forces-long-term-care-facility-report-released/ ... BGen. Conrad Mialkowski & 4 Cdn Div - I SALUTE YOU! )
They're sick, just like a Borderline/Dementia/psychotic patient... Perhaps not the most sympathetic victims, but victrims nonetheless. The difference between them and I is that they'll plot to try and induce suicidal ideation + completion ... And I say the occasional prayer for them with a heavy sigh.
Then I categorize them as God's Drill Sergeants who are busting ass to instill patience and humility in me. NO BLOOD FOR OIL!