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@BoxerShorts47 Is your view of women entirely based off porn?
Debate user BoxerShorts47 on "strawmans" and logical fallacies, definitions of ephebophilia, how to MAGA, religion, Sailor Moon and more
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You mean they're absent from his life, like they're absent in the porn he watches?
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Boxy, if the English language must be destroyed and replaced, will you be a hypocrite and write your Manletfesto in the evil feminist way? Surely there will be a section on Boxlish, and how to speak, write, and read it.
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It'll be in his native language. Spanish.
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Boxy, give finance tips, now!
Hold or sell Chainlink?
Enough for his rectum to act as the reservoir of a human Super Soaker.
Wetter is Better.
Hold or sell Chainlink?
Enough for his rectum to act as the reservoir of a human Super Soaker.
Wetter is Better.
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Can't wait for the section in the Manifesto where Boxy goes "This iz y we need two destroy feminism be cause we need too destroy bad faith straw man arguments about kinship (actual word unlike racism)." and no one knows what this gibbering mongrel is saying because pronunciation verbally somehow overtakes written spelling in Boxlish.
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Wouldn’t it be amusing if all his misspellings and shit grammar were because he has to like, type with his tongue, or has some shit speech-to-text, cause he’s some kind of bitter cripple on top of all that other pathetic shit we know him to be.
Is that too much? Meh, fuck him anyway.
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Too much? Hell, no; it'd be even funnier if he was some sort of tard-nugget.
I missed that, first time of reading. Nice.
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If he is truly a troll, I'd feel bad as that is a pretty fucked up thing to live with. Being retarded for haha funny lawlz isn't worth being that crippled for life.
If he legitimately thinks his pedo bullshit is a legitimate thought that is worth enacting in real life politics, well pedos deserve to be removed from life so I'd consider this a mercy killing to feel even better about myself.
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He wants to believe that he's a troll but deep down he's hoping to find others that think like him.
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He does have the beady eyes, long nose, and lurks underground. Though that may be the Jew in him.
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Debatelimination was much better at spelling, grammar and punctuation. Plus he was way more obvious, his posts reading more like parody than the ravings of a schizophrenic boomer.
That being said, when I first saw Debatelimination he was larping as a TonkaSaw stan, and when Chief Rolling-Wheel chickened out of his fight with Andy "AIM AIM AIM" Warski, Debatelimination switched over to Sargon and his posting style changed to suit his new identity; replacing his internet tough guy shittalk with the high-flown rhetoric of a pretentious activist. So it's entirely possible that Debatelimination adopted a new persona along with a new account.
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If you don't care about the culture/values of those around you, why should they cater to yours? You want a white ethnostate where you can fuck teens and speak some retarded purist form of English and the world says "no". That's not you defying social norms and triggering people, it's wanting something perverse and inconvenient to everyone around you and being told no.
You're not some fringe intellectual with edge, kid, you're just a little man who's gonna give me my little tophat because it's the only power in this whole world you have.
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your culture is unproven western values post civil war. Don't work. Are you really this retarded? You think white people being replaced with non whites = pinnacle of a successful civilization? Feminism destroys dating, marriage and birthrates; anti racism floods your nation with foreigners. Together these ideologies are suicide. If you cannot admit this than you're an ideologue/zealot.
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Don’t you mean anti-kinship?
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If you cannot admit that you are a flaming retard with stale talking points, you're still a pedo retard.
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So if we don't swallow your cool aid we are zealots? You talk about the pinnacle of a successful civilization but how do you personally measure it?
A song for you
De sun am set—dis nigger am free,
De colored gals he goes to see;
I heard a voice cry, "Run, dad, fech you!
Run, nigger, run, or de M.P. 'll catch you!
Chorus and repeat.
Run, nigger, run, de M.P.'ll catch you!
Run, nigger, run, tum a du daddle da!
Spoken. — Oh! you ought to seen me dressed dat day. I had a pair ob dese United States gaiters, hem-stitched behind, made ober at Blackwell's Island; and den I had on dat pink snuff-colored coat, and den I had on dat green white satin vest, together wid a hickory mahogany cane, wid a gold brass feller on de bottom. Oh! dar wasnt room enough dat day for me. I knocked de people off of de side-walk, and some of de time I got knocked off; but I got dar at last, and rung de bell. She opened the door; then hung my hat up on the floor. I set down by her side about an hour, telling her dat I lubbed her, when all at once she swooned ober in de chair, and exclaimed, "Look dar!" Says I, Whar? when I looked ober toards the door, and there was a white mans face, peeping fro de crack ob the door; at the same time he exclaimed, What, Mr. Bones?
Run, nigger, run, c.
Wid eyes erect, and head hanging down,
Like de sprightly hare before de hound,
Dis nigger streak it through de pasture,
Nigger run fast, white man run faster.
Spoken. — Well, I didn't zactly run; but I done some pretty tall walking. I went ober fences, fro fields, and I got drowned four times in the mud, an at last I got on the other side; an just as I passed the old corn crib, thar was a little boy come out from behind the crib, an he whispered in my ear, an told me to "What did he tell you to do, Mr. Bones?"
Run, nigger, run, c.
And ober de fence, as slick as an eel,
Dis nigger jumped—all but his heel;
De white man caught dat fast you see,
And tied it tight around de tree.
Spoken. —Yes, just like all the niggers, the heel is the biggest part ob the foot, an' just as I jumped ober the fence, he coch me by the heel, an held me fast, an sez, "I got you now." Sez I, I dont know bout that; so he took an tied it three or four times 'round the tree, an' then I tought I was a goner, when all at once something fell out of the top of the tree, cut off my heel, an at the same time it exclaimed What, Mr. Bones?
Run, nigger, run, c.
Dis nigger heard dat old whip crack,
But nebber stopped for to look back;
I started home as straight as a bee,
And left my heel tied round de tree.
Spoken. —Yes, there wur no time to stop an' look back then, kase I wur making bout a milemile an a halftwo milesthree miles ana halfor four miles to the minute. So ober the fence I went, knocked in the front door, upset the cook stove, spilt all the victuals ober the floor, scalded de old cook to deff, an knocked the old woman fro the front window ; den de old man got after me wid de broomstick, an ebery jump I took, he hollered out "What did he holler, Mr. Bones?"
Run, nigger, run, c.
De colored gals he goes to see;
I heard a voice cry, "Run, dad, fech you!
Run, nigger, run, or de M.P. 'll catch you!
Chorus and repeat.
Run, nigger, run, de M.P.'ll catch you!
Run, nigger, run, tum a du daddle da!
Spoken. — Oh! you ought to seen me dressed dat day. I had a pair ob dese United States gaiters, hem-stitched behind, made ober at Blackwell's Island; and den I had on dat pink snuff-colored coat, and den I had on dat green white satin vest, together wid a hickory mahogany cane, wid a gold brass feller on de bottom. Oh! dar wasnt room enough dat day for me. I knocked de people off of de side-walk, and some of de time I got knocked off; but I got dar at last, and rung de bell. She opened the door; then hung my hat up on the floor. I set down by her side about an hour, telling her dat I lubbed her, when all at once she swooned ober in de chair, and exclaimed, "Look dar!" Says I, Whar? when I looked ober toards the door, and there was a white mans face, peeping fro de crack ob the door; at the same time he exclaimed, What, Mr. Bones?
Run, nigger, run, c.
Wid eyes erect, and head hanging down,
Like de sprightly hare before de hound,
Dis nigger streak it through de pasture,
Nigger run fast, white man run faster.
Spoken. — Well, I didn't zactly run; but I done some pretty tall walking. I went ober fences, fro fields, and I got drowned four times in the mud, an at last I got on the other side; an just as I passed the old corn crib, thar was a little boy come out from behind the crib, an he whispered in my ear, an told me to "What did he tell you to do, Mr. Bones?"
Run, nigger, run, c.
And ober de fence, as slick as an eel,
Dis nigger jumped—all but his heel;
De white man caught dat fast you see,
And tied it tight around de tree.
Spoken. —Yes, just like all the niggers, the heel is the biggest part ob the foot, an' just as I jumped ober the fence, he coch me by the heel, an held me fast, an sez, "I got you now." Sez I, I dont know bout that; so he took an tied it three or four times 'round the tree, an' then I tought I was a goner, when all at once something fell out of the top of the tree, cut off my heel, an at the same time it exclaimed What, Mr. Bones?
Run, nigger, run, c.
Dis nigger heard dat old whip crack,
But nebber stopped for to look back;
I started home as straight as a bee,
And left my heel tied round de tree.
Spoken. —Yes, there wur no time to stop an' look back then, kase I wur making bout a milemile an a halftwo milesthree miles ana halfor four miles to the minute. So ober the fence I went, knocked in the front door, upset the cook stove, spilt all the victuals ober the floor, scalded de old cook to deff, an knocked the old woman fro the front window ; den de old man got after me wid de broomstick, an ebery jump I took, he hollered out "What did he holler, Mr. Bones?"
Run, nigger, run, c.
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In 200 years the midwest will be an amish enthostate. Let all the New Yorkers and Californians die out, they're the ones who invented all this social stuff you hate. The white race isn't in danger, you could say its hegemony is perhaps but white people themselves will be fine.