"Mad at the Internet" - a/k/a My Psychotherapy Sessions

When I first saw those (and the alcoholic Mountain Dew) in the store my first thought was that those had to be tailor made for Kingcobrajfs. I’m shocked he doesn’t always have one in his videos.
Yeah I’m surprised he doesn’t have any in his possession. Also lmao

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Are we aware that Alex (((Rosen))) the Predator Poacher uses his little brother as live bait when sexting pedophiles?

I was curious about him since he caught The Kino Casino's head Discord moderator (source: Ethan Ralph, so it's not true). One thing that stood out to me is that (((Rosen))) doesn't show any chat logs. This is curious to me, because the best part of To Catch a Predator was hearing Hansen read classic lines like "I want you to fuck your cat" and "I like rape." Could it be that he's not showing them because the logs would show him baiting them with his own family?
 
Listening to the tales of the ancient hawyte (white) man has been a treat. It's hard to fully comprehend how fucking old Egyptian culture and civilization is. For instance the pyramids are as ancient to the Romans as the Roman Republic is to us (roughly 2000 years apart).

Regardless, this playlist talking about Egyptian dynasties has been lovely background noise.
 
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On one of the spoken word CDs that Henry Rollins put out during the 90s, there is an anecdote about the time when he worked as a night janitor at an animal testing laboratory. Part of his job entailed euthanising any mice and rats that were no longer required for experiments. There was one really big, mean rat, covered in tumours, that he had long admired for its ferocity. On the day when he killed it, after the gas had done its work, he removed the inert body from the plastic bag and laid it down on the counter to get a better look at it. To his surprise, it suddenly sprang up on all fours, scampered away, and was never seen again.

I sometimes think about that diseased and tumoured rat when the subject of Ethan Ralph is raised, because he is very much a kindred spirit – a Jenga stack of co-morbidities and rage, now making his way to Tijuana to die in squalor, on his own debauched and wretched terms. He will leave behind a room-mate to clean up the piss bottles, settle the rent and pay for any repairs to the property or fumigation. I am wondering what happens after. Will there be a crowdfund to get Ralphs remains back to the US? Who would donate to such a thing and would the money even be used for its intended purpose? I could see his ashes being sold or given away piecemeal and disposed of in disrespectful ways that he would find upsetting. He is not a loved man. His children will not remember him. I think he knows that.

Whenever I hear clips of the self-diagnosed love rat, Turkey Tom, he sounds to my ears like an upgraded version of Mundane Matt. I've been alive for a while, and have managed to avoid cheating, nor would I knowingly suffer such a thing from a partner. When the opportunity presents itself, as it will, all you have to do is show some blanket respect for yourself and anybody else who might be affected, and rise above that base urge to promote the need to ejaculate inside a warm, wet hole above everything else that is going on in your life. It's self-control like that, that separates the men from the boys. As stated in the podcast, Turkey Tom is very much the latter.

If Nick Fuentes is in the pocket of the Feds, as seems plausible, then at some level he has to remain the person who they want him to be. He's effectively frozen in arrested development, prevented by the threat of incarceration from growing organically as a person. That kind of prison without bars has got to be a living hell.

Spare a kind thought for the incel Fuentes, who after several minutes of lying fully-clothed in the dark, wearily turns on the black light and runs it over his body, revealing an archipelago of fossilised cum, all of his own issue. Such is the lonely sex life of the aspiring new Führer.
 
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