Pseudointellectualism is Magic.
So much so, that I've had a day replete with elevated thoughts, ascending the heightening of my spirits out to the upper-door of the ninth heavens, by which I refer to the Confucian model thereof. These would easily cannibalistically devour the likes of Haselgrove's insipidly rhetorical doggerel, or Vitriol's suppressed-homosexual-transsexual (per the Greenian model, wherein he lives through his girlfriend) status virtue signals, in their rigour, intensity, depth, conviction, plannedness, and comprehensiveness. They know little of aesoterica, aether, occult, and take for granted, processess of supposedly explicated logics that they mistaken on a presumption of fully reliably explicated iteration the reality of their magical negroidality, such that is "logic's" (in the post-Cartesid, proto-Netwonian sense) unreliability.
Vitriol's anaphylactic shock will come to him yet. In his pseudo-masculine caricature of the intellectual, whilst desperately trying to heave down in containing the anxiety he feels upon penetrating his girlfriend, knowingly aware as to its unnaturalness as the homonculus of his girlfriend's reception of his member becomes his own, in the anxious realisation that his feminine essense is being 'stolen', so does he withdraw, writhing with disgust at what he immediately comes, but lost at his apparently overconfidently-overestimated ability to articulate, to realise, was a theft of manifest destiny. Had he any genuine intellect to wit, what would the words "chivalry slavery" be to him but at the tip of his tongue, as opposed to that he derides as being a product of the mind of a madness he desperately deflects in attempting to dispose of such an epiphany?
He is the worst sort of woman, as are most neurotypical men. He is why Rohm remarked characteristically of the disdain to such, irrespective of original sex. So caught up in games of statused worth, they cannot bring that same worthiness to their own integrity and candour. Yet, the Westlothiana (yes, that is a literal species) reptillianess will grant his ascension on the proviso that his deception had somehow been weighted in the privilege of its significance to a more candid, societally-demanded repression, rooted in honour, as is his superior in moral counterpart, the Aspergian homosexual-transsexual.
No matter how real the physiological phenomenon in the catamitical vicariates of Vitriol's sort, I willingly repudiate the notion in the neurotypical, for it is an ubiquitous expression in the mistaken belief that femininity may be distilled to one sole constitutent of its parts' whole sum, the perception of themselves as the voices of "wisdome" or "intellect". It is the neurotypical's obsessional paraphillia to evade the superstitiously regarded synonmity of stupidity with a stereotypical conception of "boy" (to put more colloquially, the oft-lamented epiphet of "boys are stupid"), adorning something akin to a neurological transvestism in its concealment, that characterises this pathology so specific to themselves.
It becomes apparent, thenceforth, that transpeople who pride themselves on their "intellects" (empirical regurgitation, extrapolation, and review ability), with such examples among them being Zinnia Jones, S-Chan, et al., must be engaging in an extreme-masculinity, such that they are not really tranny and merely use transgenderism as a means of bolstering their abstract-intellectualism credentials.
They do not understand the intellectual essense of femininity, which, I darest verge on referring to some of my nemeses here, I've known few to actually fully comprehend to date; David had successfully eschewed empiricism, Newtonian logical laws, and the war against Cartesid hexorthodoxical idealistic-experimentalism, to embrace fully a struggle against the thoughtful experimentation of the LaRoucheans, for instance, and it is this, in aether, in aesoterica, in feeling, in intuition, in occult, and the spontaneity that underpins all five, which one may find true feminine intellectual essence of the least compensatory and most original sort.
Q.E.D., I'm the only truly awakened, fully and self-awarely cognizant woman in a spiritually deferrential and non-hypocritically self-serving sense in the entire world.
