>>942037575
God, I'm so thankful for Trannies.
Trannies have done more for the Right than basically any two other factors combined. We could not have asked for, not have imagined, not have DREAMED of a more useful clade of idiots if you had given us a billion dollars and ten thousand elite think tanks.
The Tranny combines every single thing that every single normal person considers loathsome. Narcissism, obnoxiousness, obvious lies, ugliness, annoying whining, scolding, sneering entitlement, guilt-tripping, womanish social shaming, disgusting faggotry, the smell of shit, the uncanny valley, the insufferable autism the creepiness of inceldom the bitterness of spurned men and the cattiness of bitchy women, the rapiness, the sociopathic victim-assumption, the worthlessness of the jobless and the unpredictable psychosis of the homeless. And they're all pedophiles!
Trannies are every single negative stereotype, every single negative quality that can exist in a person all rolled into a single tight, easily identified and very loud package, and these unbelievable goggle-eyed Sartre lookalikes plastered themsleves in the most visible way right on top of stuff people actually liked and FORCED normies to deal with them.
Now we're a year out at the most from gas chambers and jackboots and I couldn't be fucking happier. I'm going to lead the SS squadrons myself, roll up in the armored cars, and drag every troon and everyone who defends them out of their homes and rip their teeth out with pliers, and then we'll burn them alive in the middle of the street, and the public will cheer. Cheer! They will shriek and wail as their vulnerable flesh is consumed by Aryan flame, and the people will cheer! Upon a pyre we will hew their limbs until they are clean consumed! And the world shall be better for it!
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>>519155306
Correct. I broke him. I have been waging a systematic psychological war on Piker by torturing his fans in five different discords.
It was very easy to convince them to heckle him constantly vis a vis communism. To force him to incessently answer the most stupid and radical questions, to answer the most demanding and ridiculous vanity-posts, to be on the defensive at all times. I drove his friends to suicide, his family to drink, his father to fucking ladyboys in Istanbul, and I also convinced him to sell out Hassan to Turkish intel, who hate him and will kill him first if Turky ever needs to distance itself from the American Left--which will likely happen soon.
I broke Piker's entire clan. His mother is a psychotic wreck because I tortured her on Facebook. It started with cute animals
I anticipate suicide. He will grow increasingly despondant as at the bottom of every glass, there is only me. At the end of every tunnel, there is only me. In the dark of the night, in the shadows on the wall, behind every headache and stomach cramp I am there. Sooner or later he will neck himself, and we will dance and laugh about his grave, singing.
Correct. I broke him. I have been waging a systematic psychological war on Piker by torturing his fans in five different discords.
It was very easy to convince them to heckle him constantly vis a vis communism. To force him to incessently answer the most stupid and radical questions, to answer the most demanding and ridiculous vanity-posts, to be on the defensive at all times. I drove his friends to suicide, his family to drink, his father to fucking ladyboys in Istanbul, and I also convinced him to sell out Hassan to Turkish intel, who hate him and will kill him first if Turky ever needs to distance itself from the American Left--which will likely happen soon.
I broke Piker's entire clan. His mother is a psychotic wreck because I tortured her on Facebook. It started with cute animals
I anticipate suicide. He will grow increasingly despondant as at the bottom of every glass, there is only me. At the end of every tunnel, there is only me. In the dark of the night, in the shadows on the wall, behind every headache and stomach cramp I am there. Sooner or later he will neck himself, and we will dance and laugh about his grave, singing.