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Kevin Gibes / Kathryn Gibes / TransSalamander / RageTreb / The Green Salamander - "Am hole:" The epitomized Twitter MtF you thought was just a myth! Donate to his Transformers toy fund today!
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You'd think the unavoidable knowledge that these "periods" are completely fake would invalidate some of the gender euphoria, but I guess the coom is just too strong.
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Been lurking for a few years now and following this thread almost since the beginning. So, I've been holding this in for a while. It isn't specifically about Kevin, but he's the one who initially inspired this massive post. In honor of my favorite lolcow, here's a bitchton of sperging about the millennial mindset, in which I attempt to explain the behavior of everyone at the Tranch.
Louis CK had a bit about how kids these days are never bored and how kids need to be bored. More accurately, kids need periods of time free from shallow distractions. At some point, if you ever want to learn to deal with your negative feelings and emotions, you have to just fucking sit with them sometimes and let that shit run its course. All grief is a process. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross wrote extensively about it, and anyone in healthcare who has worked in a long-term care facility or hospice will tell you that there's absolutely a pattern to the way people process their emotions and grief as they're dying. Rarely is linear progress made through the five stages (which was Kübler-Ross' main criticism of her own work, wishing she hadn't made the stages so linear) going straight from shock/denial, to anger, to bargaining, to depression, to acceptance. These emotions get all mixed up and overlap, but the end goal is still always acceptance.
But you have to work through all the other stages, and millennials in particular seem to be allergic to discomfort. Not even real pain and suffering, just temporary discomfort. So, they do everything they can to ignore it, to put off dealing with those negative emotions. Not even realizing that the amount of energy they're using to avoid their problems would be more than enough to get a necessary task done.
If you're constantly abusing your preferred method of instant-gratification—be it drugs, alcohol, sex, masturbation, gambling, impulse shopping, Twitter likes, or social media asspats—for that sweet dopamine hit to avoid having a temporary sad brain, you will never have a healthy adult mindset. Sadly, the internet has made that all too easy these days. If Twitter asspats or online shopping get the job done for you, you can literally carry around your drug of choice in your pocket. Learning self-discipline takes practice, effort, and time.
Unfortunately, at least in my experience, a lot of parents of millennials didn't put in the time and effort to make their kids practice delayed gratification as children, because the parents lacked self-discipline as well. If they tried, it was usually the dad attempting to set their kid straight, and the mom whining about how the dad should be nicer to their precious little angel, and the dad not having enough of a spine to put his foot down. Either that, or he did have a spine, and she just made his life a living hell in retaliation for trying to be a parent. A helicopter mother and an ineffective (or absent) father are a recipe for raising shitty adults. Mainly, it seems like a lot of them were the old hippies who wanted to be friends with their kids, instead of being parents.
This excuse of, “I shouldn't have to be sad right now if I can do something to fix that feeling! It's self-care! I have a right to happiness!” needs to die out already. This way of thinking is why we have Kevin Gibes and his massive piles of plastic robots. Shit, it's why every member of the Tranch exists in the first place, and that same lack of self-control is why we are in the fortunate position to laugh at them. If they could just not post crazy shit on public social media accounts, there'd be nothing to laugh at. But they do, and they can't stop. Even when The Farms clearly and repeatedly tells a cow, “Your thread will die if you stop posting,” their need for immediate personal satisfaction trumps everything else. However, since we all know how lazy they are, instant gratification is the only option for gratification, future consequences be damned.
You have a right to pursue happiness. It's never guaranteed. Life is tough. You either learn to deal with it, accept that things aren't always fair, or you sink ever deeper into the self-made quagmire of your own wretchedness.
Of course, dealing with your negative feelings doesn't mean you just wallow in your misery. You have to learn how to push through it and move forward, not stop dead in your tracks and collapse into the fetal position. Yes, you should do worthwhile things that enrich your life and make you happy, and there's nothing wrong with a little instant gratification or legitimate self-care (exercising, eating right, good hygiene, knowing when you've worked hard enough to earn yourself a break or a little treat) here and there. You can buy whatever silly trinket and eat whatever dessert your heart desires. Just don't buy all the plastic robots, hoard 15 iPads, or eat the entire cake. Restraint is like a muscle. If you don't exercise it, it withers away to nothing. Just do something.
It can be as simple as, “I want this cupcake right now, but I'm going to finish cleaning first. That way, when I sit down to enjoy it, the thought that I still need to vacuum won't be hanging over my head.”
Instead, individuals like Kevin frequently rationalize their pattern of behavior as, “There's this important thing I need to take care of, but taking care of it is difficult, and I'm convinced I can't handle it. Maybe, if I make myself feel a little better right now, I'll be in a better mindset, and that important thing will be easier.”
But that important thing isn't any easier later on, so... hang on a second, if you can just make yourself feel better right now, and you deserve to be happy, then why not go straight for instant gratification? Plus, that means you can just blow off that important thing. No need to stress over it. Because, no matter the consequences, you'll still be able to get your fix.
But that important thing is still hanging over your head.
And they wonder why they're nervous wrecks all the time, so scared that they freak out over having to make a phone call. If you're just calling a doctor's office to schedule an appointment, write a damn script, and get it over with. They never matured enough to realize that the anxiety caused by procrastination is way worse than just getting shit done now.
Another tactic I've noticed is, they always hype themselves up over projected future happiness. It can be convincing themselves that SRS will make them a true and honest woman, or convincing themselves that a new tablet will make them capable of doing all kinds of incredible art, pieces that will be good enough to sell, or that buying books with big words will somehow make them smarter just by sitting on the shelf. Then, they get that tablet and remember they can't draw for shit. Instead of accepting that life is difficult and learning to live with their pain, they waste time hyper-focusing on problems and frantically trying to avoid even the smallest discomfort.
When it doesn't pan out the way they wanted, they either pull off Olympic-level mental gymnastics to convince themselves, “No, this is totally what I wanted!” or they wail on social media about how it's everyone else's fault they can't make it in the world. And, since normal people grew tired of the raging tantrums long ago, they gave up on trying to call the nutcase on their bullshit. So, it's easy for the troon to convince themselves that everyone else is buying their bullshit.
Sometimes, what you truly need is for someone to look you dead in the eye and firmly tell you, “Grow the fuck up.” It's best if it comes from an individual who doesn't preach, but instead leads by example. There's a quote by Clarence Kelland that reads, “My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” So, when you lack the confidence to trust your own judgment, you can think, “What would that individual do in my situation?”
You need someone who can guide you, especially when you're young, who won't stop you from making a mistake and falling on your ass, but they're always waiting, ready to help you off the ground when you're prepared to give it another go. And they'll pick you up again, and again, and again, as many times as you need, as long as you genuinely keep giving it your best and improving. It's why we end up appreciating those people more and more as we get older. They're the ones who were patient and honest with us, who taught us the most difficult and valuable life lessons, the ones that benefited us the most in adulthood.
None of these troons had anyone like that, and it shows.
But you have to work through all the other stages, and millennials in particular seem to be allergic to discomfort. Not even real pain and suffering, just temporary discomfort. So, they do everything they can to ignore it, to put off dealing with those negative emotions. Not even realizing that the amount of energy they're using to avoid their problems would be more than enough to get a necessary task done.
If you're constantly abusing your preferred method of instant-gratification—be it drugs, alcohol, sex, masturbation, gambling, impulse shopping, Twitter likes, or social media asspats—for that sweet dopamine hit to avoid having a temporary sad brain, you will never have a healthy adult mindset. Sadly, the internet has made that all too easy these days. If Twitter asspats or online shopping get the job done for you, you can literally carry around your drug of choice in your pocket. Learning self-discipline takes practice, effort, and time.
Unfortunately, at least in my experience, a lot of parents of millennials didn't put in the time and effort to make their kids practice delayed gratification as children, because the parents lacked self-discipline as well. If they tried, it was usually the dad attempting to set their kid straight, and the mom whining about how the dad should be nicer to their precious little angel, and the dad not having enough of a spine to put his foot down. Either that, or he did have a spine, and she just made his life a living hell in retaliation for trying to be a parent. A helicopter mother and an ineffective (or absent) father are a recipe for raising shitty adults. Mainly, it seems like a lot of them were the old hippies who wanted to be friends with their kids, instead of being parents.
This excuse of, “I shouldn't have to be sad right now if I can do something to fix that feeling! It's self-care! I have a right to happiness!” needs to die out already. This way of thinking is why we have Kevin Gibes and his massive piles of plastic robots. Shit, it's why every member of the Tranch exists in the first place, and that same lack of self-control is why we are in the fortunate position to laugh at them. If they could just not post crazy shit on public social media accounts, there'd be nothing to laugh at. But they do, and they can't stop. Even when The Farms clearly and repeatedly tells a cow, “Your thread will die if you stop posting,” their need for immediate personal satisfaction trumps everything else. However, since we all know how lazy they are, instant gratification is the only option for gratification, future consequences be damned.
You have a right to pursue happiness. It's never guaranteed. Life is tough. You either learn to deal with it, accept that things aren't always fair, or you sink ever deeper into the self-made quagmire of your own wretchedness.
Of course, dealing with your negative feelings doesn't mean you just wallow in your misery. You have to learn how to push through it and move forward, not stop dead in your tracks and collapse into the fetal position. Yes, you should do worthwhile things that enrich your life and make you happy, and there's nothing wrong with a little instant gratification or legitimate self-care (exercising, eating right, good hygiene, knowing when you've worked hard enough to earn yourself a break or a little treat) here and there. You can buy whatever silly trinket and eat whatever dessert your heart desires. Just don't buy all the plastic robots, hoard 15 iPads, or eat the entire cake. Restraint is like a muscle. If you don't exercise it, it withers away to nothing. Just do something.
It can be as simple as, “I want this cupcake right now, but I'm going to finish cleaning first. That way, when I sit down to enjoy it, the thought that I still need to vacuum won't be hanging over my head.”
Instead, individuals like Kevin frequently rationalize their pattern of behavior as, “There's this important thing I need to take care of, but taking care of it is difficult, and I'm convinced I can't handle it. Maybe, if I make myself feel a little better right now, I'll be in a better mindset, and that important thing will be easier.”
But that important thing isn't any easier later on, so... hang on a second, if you can just make yourself feel better right now, and you deserve to be happy, then why not go straight for instant gratification? Plus, that means you can just blow off that important thing. No need to stress over it. Because, no matter the consequences, you'll still be able to get your fix.
But that important thing is still hanging over your head.
And they wonder why they're nervous wrecks all the time, so scared that they freak out over having to make a phone call. If you're just calling a doctor's office to schedule an appointment, write a damn script, and get it over with. They never matured enough to realize that the anxiety caused by procrastination is way worse than just getting shit done now.
Another tactic I've noticed is, they always hype themselves up over projected future happiness. It can be convincing themselves that SRS will make them a true and honest woman, or convincing themselves that a new tablet will make them capable of doing all kinds of incredible art, pieces that will be good enough to sell, or that buying books with big words will somehow make them smarter just by sitting on the shelf. Then, they get that tablet and remember they can't draw for shit. Instead of accepting that life is difficult and learning to live with their pain, they waste time hyper-focusing on problems and frantically trying to avoid even the smallest discomfort.
When it doesn't pan out the way they wanted, they either pull off Olympic-level mental gymnastics to convince themselves, “No, this is totally what I wanted!” or they wail on social media about how it's everyone else's fault they can't make it in the world. And, since normal people grew tired of the raging tantrums long ago, they gave up on trying to call the nutcase on their bullshit. So, it's easy for the troon to convince themselves that everyone else is buying their bullshit.
Sometimes, what you truly need is for someone to look you dead in the eye and firmly tell you, “Grow the fuck up.” It's best if it comes from an individual who doesn't preach, but instead leads by example. There's a quote by Clarence Kelland that reads, “My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” So, when you lack the confidence to trust your own judgment, you can think, “What would that individual do in my situation?”
You need someone who can guide you, especially when you're young, who won't stop you from making a mistake and falling on your ass, but they're always waiting, ready to help you off the ground when you're prepared to give it another go. And they'll pick you up again, and again, and again, as many times as you need, as long as you genuinely keep giving it your best and improving. It's why we end up appreciating those people more and more as we get older. They're the ones who were patient and honest with us, who taught us the most difficult and valuable life lessons, the ones that benefited us the most in adulthood.
None of these troons had anyone like that, and it shows.
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The weirdest part is that it looks like the vaginal opening is located on the right (his left) labia versus where it would normally be. Not that it looks remotely normal even if it weren't off kilter, but it looks like it was pasted on in the wrong place. I'm assuming that is just a scar on the left giving the appearance that it is lopsided. Also, it has a swirled look -- like they took the dick skin and just rolled it up to form a tube and sewed it on.
It's not the worst neo-vag I've seen. At least it looks mostly healed up and isn't oozing gross stuff. But even a virgin could see that thing is fake from 20 paces.
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There are new moms in this country who are fighting for maternity leave so they can have some time to heal after being ripped in half during birth, and new dads fighting for paternity leave so they can help their partners and see their babies, and Bryan gets medical leave to ditch his kids and ex and go on a roadtrip with Kevin.
*The muted sounds of Yakety Sax plaintively drift through the wards of the local Gender Clinic*
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at least it's just frozen tomato sauce...
Imagine putting frozen tomato sauce in that fucking sensitive of an area. Imagine the fucking burning, it's acidic as hell AND frozen.
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On the other hand, that would smash any hopes his ex-wife will receive child support, so perhaps it'd be good if he got some income that can be partially impounded.
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It's not sensitive at all, it's so mangled that the nerves are all dead.
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Orrrrr... He can get a job and the court can garnish his wages like a normal person.
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No, no. They're just taking a long rest.
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"I hate hearing people"
Everyone knows what happens when you hire Black Deaf Interpreters, Wedge.
Everyone knows what happens when you hire Black Deaf Interpreters, Wedge.
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Maybe wedge should offer all of his belongings to black folx. After all, they just deserve it more.
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Courts should be able to take child support back-pay out of troon fundraisers. I'd love to see Bryan get his fund for a new chin and bolt-ons pilfered to pay for school supplies for his 4 kids. It'll never happen of course, but it would be cool. Twitch, online panhandling, Patreon, all that shit should count as income. I'm not surprised if the courts are way behind.
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Wedge is such an enormous misanthrope. Like any SJW, has to suck the joy out of everything. "I'm not happy, nobody gets to be happy." You're not even deaf, you wee wanker.
E-begging counts as taxable income in my corner of the EU. Not in the US?
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I think it does, but that depends on the person going after it being diligent. Sometimes they need more eyes on the 'net and boots on the ground in the form of family, friends, and co-workers. Then they have to get up, put pants on, and either go to court/their attorney or make some phone calls early and often.
Oftentimes the system here in the US is just custom made to wear down its constituents.
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Here's a challenge: show your friends this image, and ask them if they think Wedge is a poe/troll. The legitimately awful avatar and equally idiotic posts will make it next to impossible to tell.
If they get it wrong or need to deliberate for more than five seconds, you win.
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Donations made to GoFundMes are considered "personal gifts", so they don't count as income and the paypigs don't get to claim them as "charitable donations" on their taxes.
So theoretically, Bryan the Cuckcumber could weasel some cash out of virtue signaling fools for facial feminization surgery or gender-affirming underpants or some shit, take the money and use it to buy whatever he wanted, and his kids would never see a dime. He might have shacked up with Kevin, who lives off donos and inheritance, as a way to never pay child support.
I'm sure people look as silly signing WAP as they do singing WAP. It's a fucking silly song. Seethe more, Wedge.
Edit to add: both the US tax code and the lyrics to WAP deserve Lunacy ratings, so let those crescent moons fly.
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He's got a blue check, I'd assume he's the real deal.
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It's the real deal