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Rightist unitarians in shambles, America Thirst turned into gay grift. Only the mighty hand of the Magnificent Metokur can put these miserable heathens to rest, once and for all!
Trashfire The Lolcow Uprising - Baked Alaska, Ethan Ralph, and Nick Fuentes declare war on Jim/Metokur and other drama channels.
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So anyone have any ideas for any big gay stunts the lolcow uprising tries to pull tonight? Aside from the obvious ones like dogpiling jimbo and mass striking all their “enemies” who restream.
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Looks like our feeder in chief is gonna be stream sniping. At least I won’t have to make a cozzy acount.
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MTG disavowed Nick
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The REAL Hatsune Miku
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Nick's gonna bring up super-secret (fake) dirt on Gym.
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Never going to happen. Ralph is going to drink or drug himself to death. In true lolcow fashion his greatest enemy and ultimate killer will be himself.
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That whole era feels like a lifetime ago.
As a few have speculated already, he probably sees this as a way to draw eyeballs to his platform (which Josh on today's MATI described as "one server with a videocard and a few thousand viewers"). Of course by going up against Jim like this, the only extra eyeballs he's going to bring are people who are coming to gawk and laugh at him.
And all he had to do was stay out of gay internet drama and not act like a spaz. Daddy Jim is the best teacher he never knew he had.
Jim is going to fucking eviscerate this kid.
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Manhog
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if you use the word ethos you are a fag and probably a reddit user, no way around it
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Youtuber Carl Shvartz will be stream sniping the event.
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It would be faggy but also funny for Josh to do an e-trophy for the UPRISING when all this is over.
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Jin101
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Yeah, but nick still tells everyone that she still supports them
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You know just when I think Baked Alaska and Ethan Ralph can't possibly get more pathetic, they always manage to prove me wrong.
The REAL Hatsune Miku
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Good, ain't no way I'm sticking my dick in a website run by Fuentes.
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Hard to say. Fuentes does have the gift of gab. However Fuentes has been resting on his laurels lately and relying to DMCAing and getting accounts banned to win arguments. Has Nick debated anyone in a while?And all he had to do was stay out of gay internet drama and not act like a spaz. Daddy Jim is the best teacher he never knew he had.
Jim is going to fucking eviscerate this kid.
If the stream goes south, Nick might lean on his ownership of cozy tv to get all stream sniping shut down and then get Jim booted from the stream.
I predict a rage boot from Fuentes.
I predict Jim will come at this "debate" at an angle Fuentes doesn't expect just like Jim came after the rage pig. Jim offered the rage pig a hand up and compassion. The rage pig did what rage pigs do.
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"A Poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses," wrote the French lyricist and proto-lolcow, Arthur Rimbaud.
Somehow Ralph managed to fuck even that up. He creates no obvious poetry, but rather transmits his own impressive disorganization of the senses to others in his vicinity, temporarily clouding their judgement. It's an honest to god superpower, wielded by a raving idiot who embodies the mood swings and oestrogen content of an hormonally-imbalanced pregnant woman, and who can't stop himself from growing new breasts. It's a kind of weird body-modification addiction that us 'two-nippled' folk will never comprehend. We can only watch in horror as Ralph's ample moobs continue to divide like morbidly obese amoebae.
Fuentes amuses me on a purely physical level. He looks like he's been slightly compressed, as if someone laid him down in a car crusher, but he managed to escape before too much damage was done. If it were possible, through the power of birthday-candle wishes, to transform a RAR file into a human being, and then put them on a no-fly list, the product of this cruel experiment in creating artificial life would surely resemble Nick. Beyond that, I don't know much about him. He is capable of articulating a point of view, albeit in the manner of a small boy aghast that the sanctity of his 'no girls allowed' pillow fort has been irrevocably sullied by the presence of a Barbie Doll. He surrounds himself with low-wattage morons, like Beardson, who wouldn't recognise idiocy if it was starring dumbly back at them from a mirror. Within a decade, I expect him to begin calling himself Nicola.
Fuentes finds himself caught in the malign gravity of the Gunt, locked into a decaying orbit from which there is no easy escape. Like so many who came before him, any reserves of logic are instantly burned away in that hostile atmosphere. His new credo becomes 'tear it all down'. Slavishly, he hitches himself to Ralph's flaming shit-wagon as it hurtles, like one of the minecarts in Temple of Doom, through a succession of fiery hoops shaped like distended horse vaginas, while an animatronic devil, ripped straight off the casing design of a Las Vegas slot machine, but with the face and beard of Andy Warski, brandishes a rake in place of a pitchfork, while laughing mechanically in Portuguese.
And poor little Nick Fuentes, with his tiny compressed face that failed the audition for the role of the Accordion in a film adaptation of Annie Proulx's Accordion Crimes, is blinded, like so many others who came before him,. When a rational person gazes upon the terrible majesty of Ethan Ralph, they see a man who has never believed in any cause that did not serve to expand his loathsome and overbearing presence in the world; who, by the groaning weight of his colossal failure, continues to exert a troubling drain upon the global reserves of green felt that are needed to produce novelty hats for St Patrick's Day. Nick sees a safe pair of hands that, though a holy trinity of cocaine, whiskey and sex of questionable consent with mentally fragile young girls, will steer Cozy TV towards a more profitable future.
He cannot see the exponential rate at which Ralph cycles through his friendships and alliances, all of which conclude in naked threats of blackmail and violence, slurred by a individual whose own eyes seem to want to avert their gaze from the slow-motion car-wreck to which they are inextricably linked. Ethan Ralph, for all his dumb rage and projections of self-hatred, possesses the mesmerising power of a rotund cobra.
They say you can only understand a man when you have walked a mile in his shoes but how does that apply to a man who reneges on his earlier promise to get fit by walking a couple of miles in his own shoes, and who instead drives to Washington DC to eat bacon?
Somehow Ralph managed to fuck even that up. He creates no obvious poetry, but rather transmits his own impressive disorganization of the senses to others in his vicinity, temporarily clouding their judgement. It's an honest to god superpower, wielded by a raving idiot who embodies the mood swings and oestrogen content of an hormonally-imbalanced pregnant woman, and who can't stop himself from growing new breasts. It's a kind of weird body-modification addiction that us 'two-nippled' folk will never comprehend. We can only watch in horror as Ralph's ample moobs continue to divide like morbidly obese amoebae.
Fuentes amuses me on a purely physical level. He looks like he's been slightly compressed, as if someone laid him down in a car crusher, but he managed to escape before too much damage was done. If it were possible, through the power of birthday-candle wishes, to transform a RAR file into a human being, and then put them on a no-fly list, the product of this cruel experiment in creating artificial life would surely resemble Nick. Beyond that, I don't know much about him. He is capable of articulating a point of view, albeit in the manner of a small boy aghast that the sanctity of his 'no girls allowed' pillow fort has been irrevocably sullied by the presence of a Barbie Doll. He surrounds himself with low-wattage morons, like Beardson, who wouldn't recognise idiocy if it was starring dumbly back at them from a mirror. Within a decade, I expect him to begin calling himself Nicola.
Fuentes finds himself caught in the malign gravity of the Gunt, locked into a decaying orbit from which there is no easy escape. Like so many who came before him, any reserves of logic are instantly burned away in that hostile atmosphere. His new credo becomes 'tear it all down'. Slavishly, he hitches himself to Ralph's flaming shit-wagon as it hurtles, like one of the minecarts in Temple of Doom, through a succession of fiery hoops shaped like distended horse vaginas, while an animatronic devil, ripped straight off the casing design of a Las Vegas slot machine, but with the face and beard of Andy Warski, brandishes a rake in place of a pitchfork, while laughing mechanically in Portuguese.
And poor little Nick Fuentes, with his tiny compressed face that failed the audition for the role of the Accordion in a film adaptation of Annie Proulx's Accordion Crimes, is blinded, like so many others who came before him,. When a rational person gazes upon the terrible majesty of Ethan Ralph, they see a man who has never believed in any cause that did not serve to expand his loathsome and overbearing presence in the world; who, by the groaning weight of his colossal failure, continues to exert a troubling drain upon the global reserves of green felt that are needed to produce novelty hats for St Patrick's Day. Nick sees a safe pair of hands that, though a holy trinity of cocaine, whiskey and sex of questionable consent with mentally fragile young girls, will steer Cozy TV towards a more profitable future.
He cannot see the exponential rate at which Ralph cycles through his friendships and alliances, all of which conclude in naked threats of blackmail and violence, slurred by a individual whose own eyes seem to want to avert their gaze from the slow-motion car-wreck to which they are inextricably linked. Ethan Ralph, for all his dumb rage and projections of self-hatred, possesses the mesmerising power of a rotund cobra.
They say you can only understand a man when you have walked a mile in his shoes but how does that apply to a man who reneges on his earlier promise to get fit by walking a couple of miles in his own shoes, and who instead drives to Washington DC to eat bacon?
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I think that's the most likely outcome and the real question is how long he'll last before he pulls the "this is my platform, I am god here!" card.
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