"Jim" / James Augustine née James Patrick O'Shaughnessy / Mister Metokur / Jim81Jim / Internet Aristocrat - His autistic videos and the gay beta "sweetie squad" who mindlessly suck his cock.

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This is always the same low IQ hypocrite response to any criticism of Reddikur. I'm aware that I don't like him but I'm not writing rape fantasies of Nick Fuentes or analyzing Ethan Ralph's sex tape several times (James Augustine the pedophile did both). He gets a pass though cuz he's your soon-not-to-be daddy.
Did you admit to writing rape fantasies of Nick? Dude you need some help to get the homo out of you
 
I have been watching this man for 7 years. He shaped not only my sense of humor, but my values and ideals. I know the amount of emotion this is bringing might be a sign I have fallen for the parasocial meme, but I am going to miss him. I think the MO of laughing at shit to get through it all is a fine way to live. It keeps yourself entertained and those around you will appreciate it. Goodbye Jim, you were probably a male role model for dirtbag teens all over the internet.
 
It was a run. Here's the gayest, cringiest thing I could think to post:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
 
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