Richard "Terra" Jones / Fire / Buffalo Bill / Lightning Princess / Leslie Eclaire / Stilanas - pedo former teacher, melted plastic bag lookalike, poop/bbw dwarf fetish, masturbating driver

Something interesting is that, as far as I remember, Richard pretty much shat on his dad on SA for his political views and shit on top of the regular reeee-ing from teenagers and man children, complaining about his views on politics and guns etc etc etc

Maybe this will make Richard realize that politics isn't

Oh fuck you. 7 minutes in. Just as I'm writing this shit

"His friends came out, you could say they're all working class, self-described rednecks and I'm, you know, a big city liberal". Nigga you lived all of your life in a small town with these people you only moved to Chicago like 16 months ago and considering you're about to become homeless you clearly aren't cutting it in the 'big city'.

Labels don't matter, who you are does. You'd think that placed in front of the frailty of life it would start to seep in and I hope you do have an epiphany thanks to this: you are what you do not what you say. If your father was a great man it's not because he was a conservative or a liberal, it's not because of his political views or what he thought about the Star Wars prequels. It's because he went out every day working to make sure that you and your family didn't lack anything. It's because he supported you even if you were being an entitled self-centered asshole. It's because he valued your happiness over what he thought was the right path for you. That's because he saw you as Richard, his son, and not Richard the self-proclaimed [whatever label you felt like trying on that day]

You've always been wrapped in labels because you think they can't make you better. They don't.

Calling yourself queer doesn't grant you virtue
Calling yourself a tranny doesn't grant you virtue
Calling yourself a socialist doesn't grant you virtue
Having the "right opinions" doesn't grant you virtue

What you do on a daily basis is what makes or breaks you. This thread doesn't exist because of what you call yourself or how you self-identity. It exists because of the things that you do.


Your father's friends who you call working class rednecks, your own father you clearly see as a working class redneck by association, suddenly you stopped seeing them as labels and saw them as individuals and see yourself lacking next to them. That's because you are lacking next to them. You talk, and they do. You identify, and they provide. You beg, and they work.

You want to one day live up to who you think your father was? STOP SEEING PEOPLE AS LABELS. See them as the sum of what they do and what they bring in the world. And stop seeing yourself that way, and start actually doing something.

Go to the gym. Get a second job. Stop begging for money. Fucking straighten up your life and stop spending money on useless bullshit. How do you think you'll one day live up to your dad and all those other men as providers when you can't even provide for yourself because you refuse to.

"Judge not lest you be judged", motherfucker. Start living up to the shit you claim to aspire at the very least
 
Fuck he's a terrible Christian. Then again he's terrible at everything so par for the course. Oh and Rich, you wanna be surrounded by friends when you die? Stop acting like a re.tarded troon and find some. Do you think your friends in the ratking will give a shit when you die? The only thing they'll see is a chance to virtue signal. Greta will use your death to scam more money off people, and phil will miss the ten dollar donations you sporadically give more than he'll ever miss you as a person.
 
Richard looks a lot like his old man if he were really, really, really fat. In his honor Richard should shave his head and go full lumberjack.
 
Your father's friends who you call working class rednecks, your own father you clearly see as a working class redneck by association, suddenly you stopped seeing them as labels and saw them as individuals and see yourself lacking next to them. That's because you are lacking next to them. You talk, and they do. You identify, and they provide. You beg, and they work.

His dad was an engineer, so literally more educated and more accomplished than Fire. He just didn't demand that the world be his hugbox.

Your dad was 63, Fire. You're over half-way there.
 
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Something interesting is that, as far as I remember, Richard pretty much shat on his dad on SA for his political views and shit on top of the regular reeee-ing from teenagers and man children, complaining about his views on politics and guns etc etc etc

Maybe this will make Richard realize that politics isn't

Oh fuck you. 7 minutes in. Just as I'm writing this shit

"His friends came out, you could say they're all working class, self-described rednecks and I'm, you know, a big city liberal". Nigga you lived all of your life in a small town with these people you only moved to Chicago like 16 months ago and considering you're about to become homeless you clearly aren't cutting it in the 'big city'.

Labels don't matter, who you are does. You'd think that placed in front of the frailty of life it would start to seep in and I hope you do have an epiphany thanks to this: you are what you do not what you say. If your father was a great man it's not because he was a conservative or a liberal, it's not because of his political views or what he thought about the Star Wars prequels. It's because he went out every day working to make sure that you and your family didn't lack anything. It's because he supported you even if you were being an entitled self-centered asshole. It's because he valued your happiness over what he thought was the right path for you. That's because he saw you as Richard, his son, and not Richard the self-proclaimed [whatever label you felt like trying on that day]

You've always been wrapped in labels because you think they can't make you better. They don't.

Calling yourself queer doesn't grant you virtue
Calling yourself a tranny doesn't grant you virtue
Calling yourself a socialist doesn't grant you virtue
Having the "right opinions" doesn't grant you virtue

What you do on a daily basis is what makes or breaks you. This thread doesn't exist because of what you call yourself or how you self-identity. It exists because of the things that you do.


Your father's friends who you call working class rednecks, your own father you clearly see as a working class redneck by association, suddenly you stopped seeing them as labels and saw them as individuals and see yourself lacking next to them. That's because you are lacking next to them. You talk, and they do. You identify, and they provide. You beg, and they work.

You want to one day live up to who you think your father was? STOP SEEING PEOPLE AS LABELS. See them as the sum of what they do and what they bring in the world. And stop seeing yourself that way, and start actually doing something.

Go to the gym. Get a second job. Stop begging for money. Fucking straighten up your life and stop spending money on useless bullshit. How do you think you'll one day live up to your dad and all those other men as providers when you can't even provide for yourself because you refuse to.

"Judge not lest you be judged", motherfucker. Start living up to the shit you claim to aspire at the very least
Tfw IWC is the one dropping the real shit.
Well, @Buffalo Bill, there's your fucking response. Happy? Or you gonna pop in to say the usual "fuck you, you're animals" and then run away like a bitch?
You keep acting like this is some bug event, but clearly it's changed nothing in you.
 
Why is it when creepy troons make emotional videos why is there always this sinister undercurrent of sexual gratification? This comes off as exhibitionist as fuck with about 2% sincerity. This is not how a daughter talks about her dead dad. This is a creepy dude performing what he thinks is a woman in mourning with a stiffy in his ill-fitting bottoms.
 
Nigga you lived all of your life in a small town with these people you only moved to Chicago like 16 months ago and considering you're about to become homeless you clearly aren't cutting it in the 'big city'.

Labels don't matter, who you are does

Damn straight @Internet War Criminal .

@Buffalo Bill 's arch-nemesis Hannibal Lecter also had some relevant advice for this situation:

Dr. Hannibal Lecter said:
You know what you look like to me, with your Mario hat and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with no taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of gunt, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Dickard? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure North Florida. What is your father, dear? Is he a carpenter? Does he stink of the alt-right? You know how quickly the chasers found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back pages of Something Awful... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere...getting all the way to Chicago

Shamelessly stolen from here
 
That was honestly one of the most disingenuous videos I've ever seen. If you seriously make a video where you talk about your dead family member for 9 minutes, you're clearly have no real respect for the dead.
 
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That was honestly one of the most disingenuous videos I've ever seen. If you seriously make a video where you talk about your dead family member for 9 minutes, you're clearly have no real respect for the dead.

He didn't really talk about his dad, though. That's what's disrespectful. He could have talked about his dad's sense of humour. He could have talked about his dad's love of Tennessee, his hobbies, his full and rich social life, his struggles with the kitty litter box. He could have talked about so much, but he talked mainly about himself.

You get a better sense of who his dad was reading his dad's FB timeline than you do from that video.

Even more startling, he expresses no concern at all for how his mother and his brother are feeling.
 
Honestly the most off-putting thing for me is how he was so focused about his father going out and making money, like really your dad dies and that's the one thing you go on and on about?

Yeah, he was so much more than a good provider. I discovered his page back in the day when we were looking for information about Fire. I continued to check it occasionally because I liked his sense of humour. I learned how beautiful parts of Tennessee are through him. I also bookmarked a few of his recipes. Fire's mum spent long periods away from Florida so his cooking adventures were part and parcel of his extremely full life.

When his hours got cut, his friends were encouraging him to consider retiring. Such a shame he didn't get the chance.
 
Let your fathers spirit fill you Ricky, become the man he always knew you could be
 
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Yeah, he was so much more than a good provider. I discovered his page back in the day when we were looking for information about Fire. I continued to check it occasionally because I liked his sense of humour. I learned how beautiful parts of Tennessee are through him. I also bookmarked a few of his recipes. Fire's mum spent long periods away from Florida so his cooking adventures were part and parcel of his extremely full life.

When his hours got cut, his friends were encouraging him to consider retiring. Such a shame he didn't get the chance.

You've managed to humanize him more to me in a few lines than his own son during a 9 minute tearful video.

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Yeah, he was so much more than a good provider. I discovered his page back in the day when we were looking for information about Fire. I continued to check it occasionally because I liked his sense of humour. I learned how beautiful parts of Tennessee are through him. I also bookmarked a few of his recipes. Fire's mum spent long periods away from Florida so his cooking adventures were part and parcel of his extremely full life.

When his hours got cut, his friends were encouraging him to consider retiring. Such a shame he didn't get the chance.

That was really sweet. You're right. I have to admit it. I've felt really bad that he didn't get more time to enjoy with his friends.

And in answer to your question as to why I've been lurking, as pathetic and fucked up this sounds, despite your abusiveness and how much you hurt me, there is something within me that can always count on you to have something to say and I can't help but look.

I'm most certainly compromised emotionally. Even though you only do it to make me miserable, sometimes it feels like you are the only ones who listen to and understand me.
 
That was really sweet. You're right. I have to admit it. I've felt really bad that he didn't get more time to enjoy with his friends.

And in answer to your question as to why I've been lurking, as pathetic and fucked up this sounds, despite your abusiveness and how much you hurt me, there is something within me that can always count on you to have something to say and I can't help but look.

I'm most certainly compromised emotionally. Even though you only do it to make me miserable, sometimes it feels like you are the only ones who listen to and understand me.

How about you answer to the long ass post I made, Richard.

I'm most certainly compromised emotionally. Even though you only do it to make me miserable, sometimes it feels like you are the only ones who listen to and understand me.

That is... Yeah that's the saddest thing I've heard in a long time
 
Honestly the most off-putting thing for me is how he was so focused about his father going out and making money, like really your dad dies and that's the one thing you go on and on about?

The reason is obvious, right? That is the one part of how his father lived that Richard really can't understand. When people disagree with him or piss him off, he cuts them out of his life or starts drama.

The idea that you could tie yourself to other human beings through familial bonds is foreign to him. The idea that you could love other people enough to slog through a job you hated, wake up every day and go in to earn your pay ... that is a level of love Richard doesn't understand at his deepest core.

He doesn't even love himself enough to go to work. He does what lots of self hating idiots do in their misspent youth: cuts corners wherever possible, works as little as he can, relies on others supporting him because he fundamentally doesn't even believe in his own value or worth. That's why he lives in hovels with minimal furnishings and it's why he doesn't bathe.

When you can't even love yourself enough to do your work selfishly so you can buy new shoes or a cool vacation or whatever, it is 100 percent impossible to imagine loving someone else enough to do the same work but with the only reward being that the other people in your life can prosper.

The entire rat king is inwardly focused and full of self hatred. They will pass one another ten bucks via Patreon, but the idea of taking actual day after day responsibility for other humans is anathema to them. What a sad way to live a life.
 
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