Stay strong Josh and remember, you're already a hero, take care of your family.
I hate centralised internet so fucking much. I hate big tech, I hate troons in IT, I hate all these narcissistic perverts, their ego trip, their constant screeching, invading every space, every nerdy hobby I have.
KF is the first and last place where I was freely able to speak about the troon terror stuff I've endured irl, everywhere else it's a censored wrongthink.
As somebody else many pages back said, even if the KF dies (I don't really believe that), people who are here, their thoughts and ideas won't disappear. Just because you can't see something, doesn't mean it doesn't exist anymore. We're still out there, we still see the truth.
Keep pointing and laughing, never stop laughing, dear Kiwis.
It doesn't really matter, but there's one thing I wanted to say to any Twitter troon reading this - thank you.
When you've recently started DDOSing the .net domain again, I was bored and decided to go directly to the source and gawk at you in your natural habitat, on Twitter. And it really changed my life a bit.
You see, I've been struggling with my mental health ever since I had to clean my troon ex's blood from all the stuff I own. Recently I've been spiralling back, feeling worse.
But on Twitter I've seen your unfiltered sheer stupidity, ignorance like never before. I've seen how vile, angry and pathetic you are, how unhealthy and empty your lives are. How lazy and entitled is your entire childish existence, like spoiled, half-retarded kids in adult bodies.
At first, it made me lol (and a little MATI people are buying this), then it made me sad. Then it inspired me.
I don't want to end up as miserable as you, you fucking blobs. You've made me clean my entire apartment, switch jobs, go back to my hobbies, reach out to friends I was avoiding because of depression brainworms, I started getting better.
You are so repulsive you literally got me scared and motivated me to save myself, congrats.
And you never, never, never ever will be women. Never.
Rant over, stay strong Kiwis, do not go gentle into that good night.
Have a song for enduring my pointless screeching