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gladly

>this is my motorcycle,thank God I have one
>not thanks to God,thanks to your mother to bought you one yet still treat her like garbage
so were the messages
aunt and nephew
story overhead about seven years ago

I lived in several black neighborhoods and tried giving them a chance, but their behavior and culture are both just dogshit. They’re not victims. They are honestly just awful, horrendous wastes of oxygen.
There’s no low a nigger won’t stoop to. Think of the most thieving, criminal, desperate, amoral, selfish, deceptive, manipulative, lying, piece-of-shit M.O. you can possibly imagine, then multiply it by ten. That’s what’s going on inside of a nigger’s head.

I found his acting to be forced, unnatural, and unconvincing—completely out of sync. On top of that, I thought the overall performance was poor. From conception to execution, it was a failure, and the ridiculous voice only made it worse. I get that he has a story about hanging out with tech elites and saying, "That’s just how these people are," but his performance felt more like a high school kid attempting to imitate Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now. Nearly every scene he was in dragged the movie down for me because I found it so bad. This wasn’t simply a case of me reacting negatively because he's an unlikable villain—it was just someone either being bad at their job or completely miscast.

here's a scenario that could possibly be worse than being raped:
You're a child whose mother accidentally left you in a sink of scalding hot water onto your face and body in an accident as a very young toddler, permanently disfiguring you into that of a hideously grotesque and horrifyingly warped amorphous sinewy ropey-scarred flesh demon. Your mother, stricken with irreconcilable guilt, lives a delusional fantasy parading you around on publicly televised self-help motivation talks and burn-victim awareness seminars, coddling you to soothe the immense regret, shame, resentment, and disgust she feels over the irreparable state of your unsightly ghoulish being. Simultaneously, you contracted a rare bacterial infection whilst in the operating room for your burns as an infant, which rapidly spread to your extremities, requiring the immediate amputation of all your limbs - the necrosis leaving the rest of your pickled, mutilated body resembling a writhing sack of beef jerky. Your father couldn't bear the ignominy of having a gigadisabled quadraspazzed son and left quietly, compounding your mother's demented psychosis, but not before he also took your perfectly healthy and strapping twin brother. A twin brother who you would then meet as a teenager in the school you're forced to share, assigned by the staff at his own enthusiasm to be your custodian and aide. A physical manifestation of the reality plundered from you, the better timeline narrowly missed by the cruelty of fate. To make matters worse, the twin brother is psychotic, and, tickled by the sheer hilarity of the colossal karmic imbalance represented in the flesh between you, decides to make every waking minute of your scholastic life a nightmare by forcing you, the vile pepperami-person that your scalded, charred, broken body has become, into doing all sorts of demeaning and disgraceful things at the threat of electrical and incendiary torture.