>>60881165
I couldn’t agree more. I live in the city with my girlfriend and I hate it—nine out of ten people are feral goblins. Nothing breeds misanthropy like sheer exposure to others; cities maximise contact with people. Most normies are vile: they litter, they spit, they leave takeaway cartons in flowerbeds. They dress ridiculously and unaesthetically—coats that look like sleeping bags, logos screaming for attention... and those are the better ones. The rest comprise of agressive, hostile illegal migrants and repulsive-looking smelly crackheads every ten paces, all aggressively demanding money from every passerby, dominating the public spaces like an infestation of vermin. The only respite is around 8 a.m., which is two hours after the last nightclubs full of obnoxious chav roasties have emptied out- after an hour of them all fighting, screaming like chimpanzees, vomiting- the streets are relatively empty for 15 minutes, before the swarm of seaguls envelop the city to pekc at the piles of vomit, and screech at each other. twenty minutes afetr that, the tide comes back in, and the goblins reclaim the city and start all over again.

I'm tired. as soon as XRP moons I will fall to my knees, weep, thank God the Father almighty, and buy myself a self-sustainable British country house, insulated from all people by hectares upon hectares of uninhabited countryside to live out the rest of my days raising a family.