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All the evangelist posting in this thread is doing is further reinforcing my general feeling that a forgiving (or at least easily forgiving) God is infact a Luciferian aspect of modern Christianity.
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very based post.Remember lads
The EasyPeasy Method
He isn't gay. Weren't you listening?So far my favorite story has to be the penis shitter guy who fucked like 100 dudes because it proves my point about how fucking disgusting and dirty gay people are. Yet they try to make stereotypes of gay men seem clean cut and hygienic while in reality they're sex pests who literally get gratification from shitting on dicks. You can't really say being a homo is clean when time and time again they've gotten coverage for spreading things like monkeypox and STDs rapidly through their very own communities.
I think the "ex-gay" part of the post made it for me, just imagining having to cope with being in that community for a long time in your life and then looking back and having to regret it all sounds like a living nightmare. Cheers to him for escaping that community, though.He isn't gay. Weren't you listening?
the strength of an individual comes from being able to look back on something like that and go 'wow, I actually came back from that, even if I didn't make it back in one piece. I'm obviously a better man than I thought I was!'I think the "ex-gay" part of the post made it for me, just imagining having to cope with being in that community for a long time in your life and then looking back and having to regret it all sounds like a living nightmare. Cheers to him for escaping that community, though.
Find God.Starting in the 8th grade, my untreated Celiac disease (which I didn't get diagnosed with until I was 17) caused horrific eruptions of cystic acne (boils and nodes) on my face. It is entirely different in character from normal teenage acne. My face, neck, and jaw looked like this (not a photo of me, I do not have ANY photos left over from high school, because I did not allow any to be taken with my face in that condition):
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One day in Civics class at Mark Twain Middle School in Fairfax County, Virginia, where I was a "Quasar" enrolled in the gifted/honors program, a group of two or three girls had gathered around me to insult the appearance of my face. Yes, I was so friendless, ugly, and scrawny that even girls could insult me freely. The teacher, Mrs. Freeman (I wish I remembered the bitch's first name), also came up to me. She pointed at my face and said, "Ew, what's that?" I hope she has since died horribly.
This is also when I got shoved around in the locker room by Matthew Santens, who was later sent to a boarding school for troubled boys. It was one of those deals where two men come into your room in the middle of the night and basically abduct you, on orders from your parents. So he got what he deserved. He went into the hammock business for a while, and I suspect is dead now.
Moving on to 9th grade at a new school, I had the second-worst skin in the entire school--there was actually one kid whose pitted face was far worse than mine. But he and I were the only two people at Hayfield Secondary School in Alexandria, Virginia, with true and honest cystic acne. In cross country one day, a fellow runner threw a sharp object at me. It scratched my face open and I said, "I'm bleeding." He said, "Your face was already bleeding," in reference to the acne. People saw it happen, but nobody cared. Interestingly, his chest deformity was far worse than mine. He appeared to have Pectus Caritinum. In hindsight, I think he picked on me because I was almost as fucked up as he was, and he resented me for not being as completely fucked up as he was. If I remembered his name, I would dox him.
Throughout this time I was fixated on the physical appearance of my male classmates who weren't pimply and deformed like me. It was not true lust but wishing I could be what they were. Plus, I just wanted guys to be nice to me and to have some male friends, of which I had zero. So when I was finally diagnosed with Celiac, I quit gluten and my cysts were completely healed within a week, and they did not leave significant scarring. That was a miraculous intervention by Holy God. God healed my skin through the provision of dietary modification. This also resolved the bloating and allowed me to start gaining some weight and muscle.
From there, having transformed from an ugly teenager into a smooth-skinned and slim twink, the homosexual antics began when I enrolled at George Mason University in Fairfax, Virginia, where I dated Michael Horneffer, who works for the State Department and knowingly exposed me to HIV.
I repeat: Michael Andrew Horneffer, State Department employee, has HIV and knowingly exposed me to it.
I will continue doxing every person I hate. More tomorrow!
"If you want to figure out what weird tranny porn Nick was watching, you can just explain your research method..."Find God.
Honestly, if this is the caliber of people against Nick Fuentes, maybe he's on to something.
It's the caliber of people for him too so it balances out.Find God.
Honestly, if this is the caliber of people against Nick Fuentes, maybe he's on to something.