Official Election 2020 Doomsday Thread

Who wins on November 3rd? (Zeitgeist, not who you're voting for)

  • Expecting a Trump win.

    Votes: 978 45.7%
  • Expecting a Biden win.

    Votes: 277 12.9%
  • Expecting no clear winner on November 3rd.

    Votes: 885 41.4%

  • Total voters
    2,140
  • Poll closed .
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I just want to point out to people that say "ahahah if Biden wins we get gaffes for days!". No, no you wouldn't. You'd get Kamala by the end of February.

Also, even being as objective as possible, I hope y'all got your suppositories ready for a Biden win. Because fuck everything else, Biden being on the "Build Back Better" train not only means more harsh lockdowns like is happening in other BBB countries like Ireland, NZ, the UK, and Euroland, you're also gonna get COVID passports. I just want to temper all the "It'll be just as fun if Biden wins!" statements with some reality. If you think for a minute this is gonna be fun, then I got some bad news for you.

So ignore the rise of China, domestically we're looking at a level of silicon valley and intelligence bureaucracy control that would make the Stasi cream their pants. If you want to be a true doomer and take the real doompill, then look forward to a Biden win.
 
I'm praying for this shitshow to go all the way to the Supreme Court for maximum salt.
If it comes down to PA with a Trump lead from election day returns and counting the mail-in ballots takes forever like the Democrat-run state government here seems to be stage-managing it is 100% getting docket rocketed to the Supreme Court
 
It's been almost exclusively texts for me; they have volunteers using scripts to harass people to vote for Biden.
Same here. I counted, and 26 different numbers have text me since Oct 11, multiple texts from each, all simping for Biden votes. Not a single text for Trump. Might just be me, but that just screams pathetic desperation...
 
Same here. I counted, and 26 different numbers have text me since Oct 11, multiple texts from each, all simping for Biden votes. Not a single text for Trump. Might just be me, but that just screams pathetic desperation...
I actually did get 1 text telling me to vote for Trump, which was weird because the last time I considered voting for a Republican president was when Ron Paul was in the running.
 
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I just want to point out to people that say "ahahah if Biden wins we get gaffes for days!". No, no you wouldn't. You'd get Kamala by the end of February.

Also, even being as objective as possible, I hope y'all got your suppositories ready for a Biden win. Because fuck everything else, Biden being on the "Build Back Better" train not only means more harsh lockdowns like is happening in other BBB countries like Ireland, NZ, the UK, and Euroland, you're also gonna get COVID passports. I just want to temper all the "It'll be just as fun if Biden wins!" statements with some reality. If you think for a minute this is gonna be fun, then I got some bad news for you.

So ignore the rise of China, domestically we're looking at a level of silicon valley and intelligence bureaucracy control that would make the Stasi cream their pants. If you want to be a true doomer and take the real doompill, then look forward to a Biden win.
It's not about Winning, it's about sending a message.
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LITTLE KID LOVERS ARE LGBTQ+ TOO!!!
 
I also think of video games, the tech of video games today is amazing, imagine if games were still made like they were in the 2000s but with today's tech, instead of the soyed out SJW style of so many modern games.
Reminder that in COD's most popular game, you briefly played as a terrorist or at least intel agent committing terrorism. That was a AAA game.
So before the political sperging commences into the early morning; I'd like to briefly remove the mask for a moment and tell you all the following:
Please stay safe. I know that there is little chance of everybody being effected by the immediate fallout of the election, but we've sat back in this last year and watched the impossible become possible.
We have watched a virus evolve from an isolated incident into a plague, we've seen peaceful protests turn to riots, we've been mired in mixed messages and gray areas by both sides this entire year.

Please, for your own sake; be aware of your surroundings, as we have seen; people are already starting to organize in large population centers and all it takes is one person to light the proverbial fuse to a powederkeg that has no real basis in logic, but in opportunism.
Be aware that riots move with police intervention. If they are blocks away; they may very well make their way to you.

I know it may seem like an exaggeration, but I'd rather overstate my concerns than regret saying nothing later. Regardless of whose colors you fly, you deserve to be safe.
Things have always been difficult, but things haven't always been this crude.
I hope that in the end, I'm just being paranoid and nothing happens.
Was off today, so repacked a bug-out bag and am about to clean my guns. Not that I'm expecting anything at all or even think bugging out would be better than holing up at home in the event of a riot, but it was fun to do and was on my to-do list anyway. Gonna enjoy having a few beers and watching social media for the rest of the day.
can you american please be sensible for once and vote trump! please!! I need my lolcow milk fresh and salty not smug and tasteless
I mean, people are like "LOL TRUMPTARDS ON SUICIDE WATCH AM I RITE"

Only retards believe that. I've been in politics for so long I enjoy both directions. If Trump wins, I get to watch Leftists shit their diapers like over privileged children. If Biden wins, I get to watch fucking absolute retards vote in a fucking dementia patient that is barely going to last six months before Hilary Clinton and Obama hold a fucking pillow over his face singing Joe Biden lullabies while Hunter Biden receives a George Floyd Fentanyl enema and convulses on the floor of a motel six bathroom. Then once Biden is out of the picture, Kamala puts on her prosecutors shoes and gets a massive erection watching cops gun down protesters while the media struggles to defend this shit that they voted in, getting told to toe the fucking line. This is all while Trump watches from Trump tower laughing as the country burns.

You're acting like I don't win either way.
Either way there will be some pretty good humor to be had, but I for one would much rather watch farmers, electricians, and steel workers laughing at the media, professors, celebrities, and the twitterati, and bureaucrats than the other way around.
 
Would I truly go to heaven, despite being gay?

This question haunted me growing up. My earliest and most influential childhood memory is being 4 years old and “accepting Jesus into my heart.” Did I truly know what that meant—or was I looking for love from my parents?

I was raised in a strict, fundamentalist Christian household in Los Angeles, where homosexuality was referred to as “an abomination to God, worthy of eternal damnation in hell.” At church, at school and at home, being gay was rarely acknowledged and, when it was mentioned, described with contempt as the worst sin—comparable to murder, rape and child molestation.

I didn’t want to experience the pain of eternity in hell. I didn’t want to be despised by everyone around me. And so, when I was 16, I went to weekly meetings with an “ex-gay” Christian psychologist who tried to change my sexual orientation.

The harmful practice of sexual orientation change efforts—also known as ex-gay, reparative or sexual conversion “therapy”—involves attempts by a therapist to change the sexual orientation or gender identity of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer (LGBTQ) clients. In fall 2012, California became the first state to ban licensed mental health practitioners from using this practice on minors; I testified in favor of the legislation. I wept when I heard the news that the bill had been signed into law. And I celebrated when the U.S. Supreme Court recently denied an appeal by anti-gay groups that sought to overturn the ban.

I was 9 years old when I recognized my attractions for the same gender. Praying to God every night and pleading with Him to take my feelings away didn’t work. Practically living, eating and breathing the Bible didn’t work. I tried repressing and denying who I was—but nothing changed inside of me. I was taught by my pastors, parents and peers to hate myself—and that worked.

My family attended Grace Community Church in Sun Valley. John MacArthur, head pastor for more than 40 years, has always had a strong anti-gay perspective. In a recent video, he tells parents to “alienate, isolate, not have a meal with and give over to Satan your homosexual adult children.”

I was bullied and harassed in middle school and at Los Angeles Baptist High School. I would stand on cliffs, fantasizing about killing myself. Fortunately, my fear of experiencing worse pain in hell for eternity kept me from actually committing suicide.

My saving grace was competitive gymnastics. I felt a sense of mastery over my body, whereas I wasn’t able to control my same-gendered attractions. I used the physical pain of gymnastics to numb the emotional pain.

When I was 16, my parents saw self-inflicted cuts on my arms. I confessed that I was struggling with same-sex attractions. They were concerned and wanted to help me change so that I could join them “in eternal life with God.” My dad found a Christian psychotherapy group practice that dealt with issues my church didn’t want to deal with, like satanic ritual abuse and homosexuality. I was so tormented that I begged my Dad to let me see the “ex-gay” psychologist after they had an argument over the fee.

For a year, I attended weekly individual therapy sessions where I was encouraged to blame my distant relationship with my father and over-involved relationship with my mother for my same-sex desires. I was also guided to “remember” an original wounding—in particular, sexual or physical abuse—that I had not experienced. The main cures were to build “healthy same-sex non-sexual friendships,” become more “masculine” and date girls.

Initially I felt better. I wasn’t alone. I even quit gymnastics for a few months to fully dedicate myself to changing my sexual orientation.

I also went with my dad to conferences put on by Exodus International, the nation’s largest ex-gay organization. At 16, I was the youngest participant among 300 others struggling with their sexual orientation and religious beliefs. In breakout groups, we learned about how to become more “manly.” We were told that if one walked, talked and sat different from others of our gender, this was evidence of dysfunction that could be altered to instill heterosexual desires.

And I read books and listened to audiotapes about how to have a “corrective and healing relationship with Jesus Christ.” These materials talked about how the “gay lifestyle” would create disease, depravity and misery. I was convinced that doing what I was told would change my attractions—and confused about why these methods supposedly worked for others but not for me.

I eventually realized that this “treatment” wasn’t working for me—or for others. It was a painful process, but I also experienced freedom in knowing I had done my best to change before recognizing that it wasn’t possible.

At 20, I attended my last ex-gay conference. Shortly thereafter, I fell in love with a man. My love for him felt natural. My experience was nothing like what I had been told about the evil and impossible nature of same-sex relationships.

In 1991, I attended my first Halloween in West Hollywood, a place I had been told was a gay ghetto of the worst kind of sinners. I discovered something quite different, and it opened my eyes to hopeful possibilities. I saw people smiling, dancing and celebrating their authentic selves. I saw couples and friends enjoying life. I wanted that, too.

My journey out of self-rejection was not easy. At the time, I was living with my parents. They eavesdropped on me and learned about my relationship. They gave me an ultimatum: If I broke up with my boyfriend and started seeing another Christian psychologist who specialized in sexual orientation change efforts, they would continue to support me while I tried out for the U.S. Gymnastics Olympic Team. If not, I would have to move out.

I moved out a week later, on Easter Sunday. It was an extremely painful departure. When I didn’t make the Olympic Team, I transferred to UC Berkeley to join their gymnastics team—one of the only college gymnastics teams at the time that was truly gay-friendly. I joined a gay support group and saw several therapists in my twenties. In my thirties, I began my long-term work with a psychotherapist who helped me to break through my residual shame and self-harming behaviors.

Psychology became my new spirituality. It helped me to make sense of what I endured in childhood. And it turned out to be my calling. Today, I have a psychotherapy practice in West Hollywood where I work with LGBTQ clients to help them recover from homophobic environments and experiences.

My own family found some peace. Throughout my adult life, my father apologized for kicking me out of their home for being gay. Two years ago, a week before he passed away, he told me that we would be reunited in heaven because of my childhood acceptance of Jesus. He had evolved. His admission was a final act of love and desire for connection.

I’m so relieved that California, and now New Jersey, have laws to protect LGBTQ youth from this dangerous practice. It means that fewer teenagers will be placed in the position that I was—a position of self-rejection and self-loathing. But sexual orientation change efforts are still being practiced across the United States, on both minors and adults. As someone who underwent this damaging “therapy,” I’m heartened by efforts like #BornPerfect, a new campaign that aims to bring about a nationwide end to the practice. That message—that we are all worthy no matter who we love—is one that every child should receive.
Is this copypasta or do we actually have an honest to goodness autistic fag here?
 
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