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7/17/2025, 6:50:35 PM
>surface take #6,482,681
>first order thought x64
>copy pasted sarcasm
how lovely, now isn't that demoralizing?
>first order thought x64
>copy pasted sarcasm
how lovely, now isn't that demoralizing?
7/11/2025, 7:17:17 PM
Amidst the fetid underbrush of 4chan’s /pol/, low-level nigger shills scuttle about like roaches drunk on stale Mountain Dew.
Tethered to the limits of first-order thinking, their reactive minds latch to any surface take, dodging nuance amidst thier daily frantic narrative grab.
Spurning the “72-hour rule,” that sage edict to wait for event clarity, their rabid itch to steer the discourse betrays the calm contentment they attempt to display.
Instead, robotic, cringe-inducing patterns emerge as every event is mangled with the grace of a drunken bow-legged juggler to plant their feet in the moral high ground.
This moral posturing is but a pathetic charade, empty of depth or clout, born from a void of emotional pull or critical thought.
When engaged, their stale, brain-dead arguments only harden the audience’s resolve to yeet them.
Shirking at even the slightest scrutiny, their tactics continually fail to demoralize even the newest of faggots, as veteran /pol/ anons, wise to their antics, cackle at such see-through ploys.
These political spins sneer at the evidence lurking just below their dimwit grasp.
And so, we observe them in their desperate plight, a crumbling command structure, bearing witness to a cacophony of low paid drones clutching at stale orders. Flailing about in a sad quest, typically unyielding of a singular (You).
Tethered to the limits of first-order thinking, their reactive minds latch to any surface take, dodging nuance amidst thier daily frantic narrative grab.
Spurning the “72-hour rule,” that sage edict to wait for event clarity, their rabid itch to steer the discourse betrays the calm contentment they attempt to display.
Instead, robotic, cringe-inducing patterns emerge as every event is mangled with the grace of a drunken bow-legged juggler to plant their feet in the moral high ground.
This moral posturing is but a pathetic charade, empty of depth or clout, born from a void of emotional pull or critical thought.
When engaged, their stale, brain-dead arguments only harden the audience’s resolve to yeet them.
Shirking at even the slightest scrutiny, their tactics continually fail to demoralize even the newest of faggots, as veteran /pol/ anons, wise to their antics, cackle at such see-through ploys.
These political spins sneer at the evidence lurking just below their dimwit grasp.
And so, we observe them in their desperate plight, a crumbling command structure, bearing witness to a cacophony of low paid drones clutching at stale orders. Flailing about in a sad quest, typically unyielding of a singular (You).
7/11/2025, 4:31:47 AM
In the fetid underbrush of 4chan’s /pol/, shills scuttle about like roaches drunk on stale Mountain Dew, tethered to first-order thinking.
Their gaze latches onto surface takes, dodging nuance like it’s a banhammer.
This weakness, born of a desperate plight for reactivity, fuels their frantic narrative grabs.
They spurn the “72-hour rule,” that sage edict to wait three days for event clarity.
Such haste betrays their itch to steer discourse, agenda stomping truth.
Their rabid chase for moral high ground unfolds in robotic, cringe-inducing patterns.
Every event is mangled with the grace of a drunk juggler to fit their wobbly ethical claims.
These spins sneer at evidence lurking just below their dimwit grasp.
Psychologically, they flee ambiguity like it’s a virus from a 4chan link.
Shills shirk scrutiny, lest their tissue-thin worldview implodes in a lulzy kek.
Their tactics, as potent as bailing out the Titanic with a Solo cup, fail to demoralize.
Veteran /pol/ anons, wise to their antics, cackle at these see-through ploys.
Their moral posturing is a pathetic charade, empty of depth or clout.
This bust stems from a void of emotional pull and intellectual chops.
Their stale, brain-dead arguments only harden their audience’s resolve to yeet them.
In their desperate plight, they bare a crumbling command structure, paid drones clutching stale orders, flailing in their sad quest for (You)s.
Their gaze latches onto surface takes, dodging nuance like it’s a banhammer.
This weakness, born of a desperate plight for reactivity, fuels their frantic narrative grabs.
They spurn the “72-hour rule,” that sage edict to wait three days for event clarity.
Such haste betrays their itch to steer discourse, agenda stomping truth.
Their rabid chase for moral high ground unfolds in robotic, cringe-inducing patterns.
Every event is mangled with the grace of a drunk juggler to fit their wobbly ethical claims.
These spins sneer at evidence lurking just below their dimwit grasp.
Psychologically, they flee ambiguity like it’s a virus from a 4chan link.
Shills shirk scrutiny, lest their tissue-thin worldview implodes in a lulzy kek.
Their tactics, as potent as bailing out the Titanic with a Solo cup, fail to demoralize.
Veteran /pol/ anons, wise to their antics, cackle at these see-through ploys.
Their moral posturing is a pathetic charade, empty of depth or clout.
This bust stems from a void of emotional pull and intellectual chops.
Their stale, brain-dead arguments only harden their audience’s resolve to yeet them.
In their desperate plight, they bare a crumbling command structure, paid drones clutching stale orders, flailing in their sad quest for (You)s.
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