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

Not that I think he'll get that far so the advice is wasted on him, but non-profits also need accountants so he could try to get at one that aligns with his values, even if it means he'll get paid less and might have to work for an organization he dislikes in the interim.

Of course, he'll actually have to finish his accounting coursework first, so it's all moot.
 
Not that I think he'll get that far so the advice is wasted on him, but non-profits also need accountants so he could try to get at one that aligns with his values, even if it means he'll get paid less and might have to work for an organization he dislikes in the interim.

Of course, he'll actually have to finish his accounting coursework first, so it's all moot.
That's what normal people do. They grow, evolve, and adapt their beliefs to live a life they find fulfilling and aligning with their value. Being a plumber pays well and you may get some satisfaction because you can come to the rescue for people who are in distressing situations, but ultimately it doesn't fill your need to to be a member of a community that looks out for each other. You decide to start coaching tee ball because your son is the right age and wants to play. You can ensure the kids are having fun while learning core value like how to respect and befriends kids they might never talk to in school. You can inspire a competitive drive and show them how to reach their goals. Your world gets rocked when your wife gets diagnosed with advanced ovarian cancer. Her time is short and the final months are brutal. The kids look to you for strength, but who do you turn to? A friend introduces you to their church. Through a combination community support and spiritual reflection you're able to reconcile your wife's death with God and work through your grief. It reignites the fire in you to serve a community that dimmed after your daughter was born and your life became a hectic whirlwind. With the kids off to off to college your life is truly your own and you are free to make it what you want, something that brings you joy and your wife would be proud of.

Does Rich ever act on his beliefs in any other way besides screeching into the void on twitter and online forums? Does he even have a coherent set of values that he can act upon? Richard will always be left wanting because he needs to fix himself before he can find any sort of external satisfaction or offer anything to the world.
 
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Not that I think he'll get that far so the advice is wasted on him, but non-profits also need accountants so he could try to get at one that aligns with his values, even if it means he'll get paid less and might have to work for an organization he dislikes in the interim.

Of course, he'll actually have to finish his accounting coursework first, so it's all moot.

I wouldn't trust that stupid, lazy tub of shit to count his balls.
 
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Pro tip: if you don't want to be snooped, don't join a Discord instance hosted by a serial rapist.

Richard is hungry for more punishment:
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The wind has left the sails of Bernie Sanders, yet Richard stays true to him.
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What power do you have?
And they don't want the presence of you, pastey white male.
 
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Pro tip: if you don't want to be snooped, don't join a Discord instance hosted by a serial rapist.
The best part is that the leaker had no idea who Dickard was. They might not even know what KF is. The person who posted the logs here isn't the person who leaked them. Rich just happens to be associated with a known rapist and federal snitch because NOBODY ELSE WANTS HIM. I'd sure think twice if my only friends were two faced rapists who I met online.
 
Of course you're never going to be free, you'll never break your own chains because they exist in your head you fat idiot

If you exerted the effort you could go join a private Discord (or even a public one) and we'd never know because "effort" here means being a different person than the one you currently are, existing in a different way online. Its super easy! Its the fuckin internet, why act like its real life where you're bound by things you can't change, like your terminal incurable stupidity and awful looks?
 
I see Richard’s plan to only read this forum on Fridays has gone by the wayside.

The problem here is that he’s chosen acceptance over morality. The man who’s happy to leap behind cancellations on flimsy pretexts won’t believe victims and admit that his good friend Wes is a rapist who’s been exiled with good reason.

Richard wants to be seen as this tragic hero, but the simple fact is that his personal morality is based on shallow self-serving. He’ll side with rapists because it gets him friends. He’ll turn on friends because he thinks it’ll make him cool, then go back to them when it fails. No doubt his Marxism will be quietly dropped as soon as it’s convenient.
 
You don't ever want to be free of your fan club, Richard. We're the only ones who will notice that you've died - other than one appalled funeral director trying to stuff you in a box.

We love you. You've brought us some really fine lolcows to enjoy. Then you cut off your balls for us and tweeted about it. You're even snuggling up to Wesley to keep us amused.

Idea: Get a YouTube channel and roleplay fighting with your mother by switching back and forth between chairs!
 
He voted. Let's give him a cookie.
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I'm surprised he doesn't claim to be Jewish already.
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He wrote some bullshit Star Wars / video-game fanfic:
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I flew forward in time. I was beat up badly after this encounter, wounded by the last elemental, but I knew respite awaited. I did what I practiced. I had my suit on, enhancing my long distance jumping and protecting me from the cold vacuum of the void and I moved forward, faster and faster, past the end of the Earth. Faster. Past the collision of galaxies. Faster. Past the collapse of the stars. Slowing down, towards my destination, the last bits of starlight left. Everything in the universe getting closer and closer together, the void closing in. I am here. Gehenna, the last light at the end of time.

That’s a provincial name by us 21st century Earthlings. Technically its not the end of time either but its where we call home, the coordinates burned into my memory when I need to get away. I landed on one of the millions of floating platforms. They are bronze colored, full of some kind circuitry, one side facing one of the last remaining stars, a computer system processing trillions of years’ worth of queries, and I was standing on part of one. The system has multiple stars, each one with one of these clouds of orbital mirrors blotting it out. The rest of the system is filled with debris and junk from thousands upon thousands of prior world civilizations.

I jetted from one to another until I landed on of the habitats. A light at the end of my journey. I opened the airlock, let myself in and collapsed on the floor in a heap of sweat and panting.

“Congratulations, you have a concussion. I take it went well?” my mentor asked.

He was an orange reptilian humanoid wearing a toga. I never caught his name, just called him mentor.

It was a few hours previously in my personal timeline where I was back on earth, mid 20th century. When we’re working, we usually work on our home worlds, close to our home timelines. We don’t strictly have to, but it is generally easier for us to blend in. The target was hiding in a neighborhood of a large city.

When fighting I can down time to a crawl or even stop it. I can rewind mistakes, and observers who aren’t time aware see me dashing and jumping around the battlefield without crossing the distance in between, making perfect maneuvers, and running around on walls and ceilings. I must dial it down, breaking the rules too much draws the attention of the elemental guardians of each time and place and that was just what wound up happening. I had gotten bogged down; my activities had drawn the attention of a hoard of cops. I could take them but there were so many.

I was doing just such a thing when, while time was stopped, the walls moved, the floors pulled away and a giant husk made of steel beams, street signs, urban trees, and advertisement, floated like a kaiju in the middle of a vortex of temporal power. This was the elemental, the heart of the city, and it was not happy to see me. Time was already stopped for everyone else, so that power doesn’t work. I could rewind mistakes but not any injuries I acquired in this state of reality.

That was where the concussion came from, earlier in the day, or at least a day in my personal timeline.

Back at Gehenna, the fortress at the end of time, I had what I was sent for at least, the heart of the distortion. I’m to get my own quarters. To lay down. To dream. To wake up.
 
Hope springs eternal, even though Bernie doesn't.
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Now that Biden is on ascendancy, Richard suddenly remembers that #KidsInCage isn't Trump's fault:
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And are you sure your family haven't?

Richards think it is bad taste for whities to visit Vietnam:
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Of course Vietnam would be a world power now if only we had the Viet Cong had their way!

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Richards think it is bad taste for whities to visit Vietnam:
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The amount of people dismissing him in that thread for the sole reason being that he's white is hilarious because Khoury is a Middle Eastern. It's noted for being popular with Christians in the region, people who've literally been genocided over the past 5-10 years. His tweet might be dumb and hysterical, but all his progressive brothers and sisters couldn't wait to jump down his throat for being the White Devil despite homie being brown and a full blown lefty. AOC is his Twitter banner ffs.
 
Mah Obama!
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Richard might have parroted the "Obama dealing with Ebola" bullshit from here. Imagine Trump dealing with a viral outbreak, like Obama did, by military deployment to China.

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Facebook only netted him one comment and it is not publicly visible. Can Kiwi Farms do better?
 
Fat gross balding trashheap of a person wearing a really dress even though he's blatantly just a fat man. Nothing he's done or will do will change the absolute fact that this is what almost all first impressions of Richard consist of. After all, he's only gotten fatter, more bald, and trashier as the years go by.
 
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