how do you cope with being surrounded by retards?

By realizing that I am not sufficiently familiar with every individual's intellectual strengths at first glance to make snap judgements of this kind and knowing that I am only one fallible person amongst billions and thus, just as likely to be one of the retards with a worldview equally flawed - especially considering that most people tend to leave their spicier or more controversial opinions outside polite conversation until they are more familiar with the other party they are engaging.
 
First I wanted to write that not finding like minded people is a skill issue. Then I realised that the non-niggercattle people I have in my life I have met through ridiculous random chance.

So uhhh... Just be lucky bro! And don't make assumptions about people too early. I've met people who turned out to be a lot more profound than I thought. I've also met people who turned out to be the niggerest of niggercattle once I scraped the surface.
 
I just focus on what I gotta do. The niggercattle will end up meeting their fate one day. I however will be fine on that day.
 
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I feel like a retard myself a lot , honestly most of the time so I guess it balances out. the amount of stuff I dont know vastly outweighs the little bit I do.
If you mean how to get people to have a bit of a think about some of the rubbish they’re told well you can’t directly. They have to come to the understanding themselves.
You can of course help them there. You have to drop a few very small little wedges that they can believe and let them gradually see more. For coof I always talk about the PPE contracts handed out becasue it’s a matter of record and it’s something nobody has any trouble believing. Once you’ve sadly told them that yeah that guy in government haded an x million quid contract to his mate, you can agree that politicians are a corrupt bunch. Then you go from there to ‘oh yeah and …’ and just gently gently chip chip chip.
You cannot ever shove it in someone’s face and say they were fooled, the number of people who are psychologically able to take that is minuscule. You have to let them walk it there themselves or they will fight it all the way.

The older I get the less I think of my intellectual chops and the more I realise I’m as clueless as everyone else. Probably not great for the ego but there it is
 
I usually dress/act like an plain clothes police officer in black neighborhoods and they leave me alone.
My Dad used to do that on his days off. He liked to mess with them wearing strange clothes, basically sweat clothes with an orange watchcap, like Bronson's getup from Death Wish II, except more colorful, like a homeless dood, and with mirrored sunglasses. They would mumble shit to each other like "...straight cop!" and "...The Man be watching us".

These were small time brothers who otherwise would be strongarming people or harassing women and/or following them in the downtown area, or snatching unfettered shit from stores or even pocketbooks, not dope slangers or hardcore bangers. He knew his limits. He was a big enuff boi to discourage confrontation and weird looking enough to be an undercover Metro provocateur.

I think he got a genuine thrill from fucking with them, though. My brothers laughed at it and called it his Batman costume.
 
My Dad used to do that on his days off. He liked to mess with them wearing strange clothes, basically sweat clothes with an orange watchcap, like Bronson's getup from Death Wish II, except more colorful, like a homeless dood, and with mirrored sunglasses. They would mumble shit to each other like "...straight cop!" and "...The Man be watching us".

These were small time brothers who otherwise would be strongarming people or harassing women and/or following them in the downtown area, or snatching unfettered shit from stores or even pocketbooks, not dope slangers or hardcore bangers. He knew his limits. He was a big enuff boi to discourage confrontation and weird looking enough to be an undercover Metro provocateur.

I think he got a genuine thrill from fucking with them, though. My brothers laughed at it and called it his Batman costume.


I used to wear aviators and have buzzcut when I had to work shitty neighborhoods. I recall the first time it dawned on me right as I was walking into a 7-11 to get a Gatorade in a shitty part of town and some nog yells something like "five-oh, five-oh!" like he's onto my disguise. I grab the soda and walk up to the counter to pay the I assume, Indian/Pakistani-born clerk. I look outside and ask the clerk, "Do I look like a police officer to you?" he says "You not policeman?" Henceforth I just mimmiced tone and vernacular and things went a lot smoother when I had to work terrible neihboirhoods.
 
I used to wear aviators and have buzzcut when I had to work shitty neighborhoods. I recall the first time it dawned on me right as I was walking into a 7-11 to get a Gatorade in a shitty part of town and some nog yells something like "five-oh, five-oh!" like he's onto my disguise. I grab the soda and walk up to the counter to pay the I assume, Indian/Pakistani-born clerk. I look outside and ask the clerk, "Do I look like a police officer to you?" he says "You not policeman?" Henceforth I just mimmiced tone and vernacular and things went a lot smoother when I had to work terrible neihboirhoods.
There was look favored by cops, including the mustache (in the 80's and 90's) which is so weird, because if you were a cop, why would you want to look like one?
I guess it was at a time where it was considered deterrence, and we've only recently escalated to the point where you're more of a target, what with the cultural shift of power to criminals, which is why I avoid shitty parts of town.

It's more of a violent time now than at any point in my life than I can remember.
 
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