Logia_Peter
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Eliott, most of the Nazis were married men.
You're still a virgin.
This should tell you something.
You're still a virgin.
This should tell you something.
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Assuming that (1) there is an afterlife of some kind and (2) there's sex in the afterlife, I wouldn't be surprised if Elliot Rodger is still a virgin even now.still a virgin
So how is his family doing right now? I don't quite remember what they had to say after what he did.
Does sex with horrific, face shredding, demons with barbed trouser sausages count? Because I figure Elliot is in some sort of "ironic punishment" level of hell.Assuming that (1) there is an afterlife of some kind and (2) there's sex in the afterlife, I wouldn't be surprised if Elliot Rodger is still a virgin even now.
True, I think part of the blame lies with his father as well. He was organising interviews for himself just so he could say that he "Didn't see it coming." Of course you didn't, you were too busy furthering your career and fucking your Morrocan mistresses to see that your son was becoming a complete maniac due to overindulgence from his mother.Most likely, they'll continue doing what they did before - divorce themselves as much as possible from the "family embarrassment", despite that being part of what made Eliott Rodger turn into a nihilistic lunatic.
When I read portions of the manifesto, I have to keep reminding myself that the author did actually succeed in killing people. The way he describes his day-to-day activities, it's easier to imagine his murderous rampage ending with his crashing his sports car into a fire hydrant, accidentally shooting himself in the foot, and then running home to cry on the phone about it to his mom.I read some of his manifesto. Good lord, he still manages to come off as a creep just through worded text in the first few pages, particularly when he was talking about his parents conceiving him. My ex had a similar way of talking and he was a total creep as well. But at least he didn't seem like the type to kill people, so I guess Elliot was in a league of his own. Although to learn that he also had normal little boy interests, like his obsession with dinosaurs and the fact that his favorite movie was The Land Before Time (Hey I liked that movie too growing up) was a bit unsettling.
One thing that made me lol was his story of being denied going on the Jurrasic Park ride at Universal Studios when he was a kid because he was too short and then ultimately decided it was discrimination against short people. Look, I was pretty tiny for my age as a kid. And as an adult, I'm still short. I remember the summer camp I went to taking us to theme parks and having to sit with a counselor in the lunch area while all the other kids got to on the rollacosters but I couldn't because I was too small. I remember being really jealous of them. Did it suck? Yes. But did I eventually get over it? Also yes. Plus, height requirements exist for a damn good reason. The more small you are, the more likely you are to fall out of these rides and in to your untimely death. On top of lawsuits and losing a great deal of money, no one who owns and works at the park wants a death on their conscience for the rest of their lives. No one deserves to lose their loved on in such a gruesome way, especially over something that could've been easily avoided. Height requirements don't exist to oppress us short people. They exist to keep people safe.
He also comes off as a whiny baby while describing his broken leg (Which I later found out in this thread that his was in own damn fault because I didn't read the incident). Granted, I never broken a bone before and I imagine it hurts like hell but the way he was describing it, you think the world was ending. God, people who become permanently disabled aren't nearly this whiny. I would be somewhat sympathetic if he had a job that demanded him to be on his feet all day and he had to pay rent. But nope. He was an over pampered asshole who, other than some pain, had nothing to really complain about. Especially since his broken leg was his own doing.
I may not know what I might be setting upon myself (as my beloved song "China in your Hand" says), but I still think this is gonna be "My Summer."
Also, someone hacked that account and is still posting comments.https://www.youtube.com/user/ElliotRodger/videos
I just found his youtube account, I can't believe that it still is up
It's been a year and I still cannot believe this shit went down. This guy was like the martyr of /r9k/. I feel like a shitty person for finding it funny, but honestly looking back at his videos and manifesto I'd never have expected him to do anything.
I think that that may have been the only reason why nobody did anythingIt's been a year and I still cannot believe this shit went down. This guy was like the martyr of /r9k/. I feel like a shitty person for finding it funny, but honestly looking back at his videos and manifesto I'd never have expected him to do anything.
Am I being too worried in fearing that today there will be another shooting by a sluthater
What really annoys me about da Rodge is what most would probably consider a minor detail - at his college in Santa Barbara he took astronomy classes, but instead of learning about the universe and being fascinated by it all, he just kept on griping about his lack of hankypanky/friends. If he had taken up studying one of the greatest topics of science, he might have met people who share this fascination and made friends, maybe even found a girlfriend. I mean, this was California, with Mount Wilson Observatory just north-east of Los Angeles. But no, the Supreme Gentleman prefers his endless griping over Sagittarius A*.Elliot Rodger said:I tried to spark a positive attitude on the first day of my Autumn semester at Santa Barbara City
College. I was registered for three classes; history, astronomy, and math. My history and astronomy
classes were in the morning, and my math class was late in the afternoon, so on school days I had to
spend the entire day at the college. I figured this would be beneficial, because it would keep me out of
my room and in a place where possible opportunities might come my way. I had to wait a couple of
hours before my math class started, and I spent those hours roaming around the college or sitting in the
library, looking at all of the hot girls and wishing I could have one as a girlfriend. I was like a starving man
surrounded by a feast that I was prohibited to eat.
All of my classes left me feeling hopeless and depressed. Not only was I unable to meet any girls, and
there were a lot of pretty ones, but I also had a hard time making any friends. I’ve always had a hard
time making friends... I’m not the type of person that can fit in with a group of outgoing people; the last
time I did such a thing was when I was twelve. I had to make friends. Having a social circle will provide
me with more opportunities to meet girls, and it was the only way to get invited to all of those exciting
college parties. But no one even wanted to be my friend. I actually tried to initiate small talk with guys
who sat next to me, but it never went far. I had a horrible feeling that I was in for a very miserable time
in Santa Barbara.