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I was just idly browsing the internet, unaware of the restless destiny boiling inside me, when like a great bolt of lightning this image of the man hit me. At once, a great fury erupted from me as if the spirit of my great warrior ancestors suddenly posessed me- here was a man strong, proud, he who is prepared to lose all to defend what he believes to be right! He is your friend, a man who fights for justice!

Oh what the fuck. I was lurking on my iPhone in a Denny's and was looking at that when the waitress came and saw that on the screen. I had to pay and leave without even finishing my fucking pancakes. Thanks a lot you faggot, now I have to drive all the way across town just to get some fucking pancakes because you decided it would be funny to post some fucking babyfuck on my favorite board.

Reported for spam.

This one time I went into the deep web and I looked around and everything was pretty neat but then I went a bit deeper and I saw a skeleton so I freaked out and started to run but the skeleton started chasing me so I ran even faster but then my shirt got stuck on the fence so I screamed and closed my eyes and screamed some more and then when I opened my eyes I was in the surface web again and then I walked back to the deep web and I peeked in and the skeleton was still there and he was like "one day" and then he pointed and me and went back into the water and then my mom came home and she had bought a chocolate cake so everything worked out but i still think about it sometimes.

I wish I could take moot out for dinner. We'd have a lovely meal together, three courses, but sharing a dessert. I'd pay the bill. After that, we'd go for drinks together at a little bar around the corner from the restaurant where we ate dinner. Him and I would both be fairly drunk at the end of the night, and while walking together back to a hotel room we'd booked earlier that day, we'd stumble into an alleyway, and start passionately making out with each other. I'd pull away for a moment, holding his face in my hands, and gaze into his eyes while telling him how beautiful he is. Then he'd kiss me once, take my head in his hands, and push me down onto my knees, at which point I'd give him the most incredible blowjob of his life. Once we were done, we'd hurry back to the hotel room, where he would throw me onto the bed, climb on top of me, and kiss me softly, before holding me down and taking me hard and fast, right there. Afterwards, I'd suck his magnificent cock again, before lying back in his arms, to spoon a while before dozing off to sleep together.

>mfw I'm so sad this will never happen, while also a little ashamed at imagining it so much.

I’m 28 now but when I was 9 my older brother started touching me while I was sleeping, masturbated me and rub his penis in my ass.

I suddenly changed personality, from an extroverted kid to a very introverted one, always in my room, no friends, almost all my puberty depressed, I tried to never mention his name again, just call him "the other one" (I have another brother) and trying to keep always an eye on my little sister, worry about he will try the same with her.

I don’t know if it was not obvious for my parents the change in personality and my strong reluctance to be in the same place with him, now I know these and other behaviors I had then, are clearly a sign of child sexual abuse, but my parents are catholic (we live in South America) and they had an excellent relation with their families, so, they would never thought in something like this.

My dad change, for him been a good brother is very important and he never understood why I start hating my older brother. Why always when he talked something about him, I did faces, and why I transformed in a crybaby loner.

My mom for the other side interpreted this as a behavior- adolescence issue and start overprotecting me even more. Cause I didn’t have a social life and was very quit she always put me like an example of discipline, academically and at home, and we - my mom and I- formed a strong relationship that all the others- included my dad and sister- feel alienated from it.

So, this maked even greater the distance between my father and me. For him, I just was a bitter and loner guy that hated my siblings and didn’t have friends.

When I start university I meet many people very similar to me and I try to take command of my life and not be sad anymore. I made friends for the first time, and had a pretty busy social and cultural life in the visual arts faculty.

But also I started my sexual life, and I actually had from the beginning some quite unhealthy patterns: anonymous sex in public places, sex with guys I just met in gay bars, sex in gay saunas, and never getting out of the closed. So I never had an emotional evolved relationship with a partner and I was playing with my life having unsafe sex on this AIDS age. I’m negative but I aware that my unhealthy sexuality had a big deal to do with the sexual abuse I had.

Shut your face up. I'm quite knowledgeable of the memory and people with extraordinary memories.... and all of them practice. So quit talking like a faggot and show some respect.

dogs as far as the eye can see. a delicately intertwined network of dogs stretches out to the horizon, bathed in spring light... sunrise on Infinite Dogworld

the planet's surface is clothed in a flowing sheet of spaniels. dog-shadows blot out the land. maybe the dogs are the land. it's been millenia since any human has set foot on Infinite Dogworld.

it's a calm, clear day. the sun lends a honeyed hue to the coats of golden retrievers. a few clouds drift aimlessly through the sky's blue expanse - but wait! those are no clouds! bubbly puffs of fuzz and fur, canine cumulonimbus; levitating dogs waft through the heavens like hairy helicopters, wagging their tails to propel themselves. anything is possible on Infinite Dogworld.

how many dogs are there? no one knows. the dogs move as a single entity, the world's cutest bacterial colony. at some points they seem to blend into each other and blur together to create a semi-corporeal dogblob with legs and tails jutting out haphazardly. amorphous splotches of fur and dog-flesh, they are almost unidentifiable but still retain some characteristics of doggishness. this furry ameoba trudges doggedly on, tongues whipped by the breeze, across the sweeping plains of Infinite Dogworld.

there are no gaps in the dog chain. what happens when a dog dies? is a puppy born to take its place? perhaps there is no death on Infinite Dogworld. all dogs live forever. all dogs go to heaven.

dogs as far as the eye can see. a delicately intertwined network of dogs stretches out to the horizon, bathed in spring light... sunrise on Infinite Dogworld

the planet's surface is clothed in a flowing sheet of spaniels. dog-shadows blot out the land. maybe the dogs are the land. it's been millenia since any human has set foot on Infinite Dogworld.

it's a calm, clear day. the sun lends a honeyed hue to the coats of golden retrievers. a few clouds drift aimlessly through the sky's blue expanse - but wait! those are no clouds! bubbly puffs of fuzz and fur, canine cumulonimbus; levitating dogs waft through the heavens like hairy helicopters, wagging their tails to propel themselves. anything is possible on Infinite Dogworld.

how many dogs are there? no one knows. the dogs move as a single entity, the world's cutest bacterial colony. at some points they seem to blend into each other and blur together to create a semi-corporeal dogblob with legs and tails jutting out haphazardly. amorphous splotches of fur and dog-flesh, they are almost unidentifiable but still retain some characteristics of doggishness. this furry ameoba trudges doggedly on, tongues whipped by the breeze, across the sweeping plains of Infinite Dogworld.

there are no gaps in the dog chain. what happens when a dog dies? is a puppy born to take its place? perhaps there is no death on Infinite Dogworld. all dogs live forever. all dogs go to heaven.

After spending a few minutes here I can easily say that all of are lacking of any wit or intelligence whatsoever. You all believe yourselves to be better than everyone else, and I can tell you right now, that that is not the case in the slightest, you pseudo-intellectuals. I am much better than all of you. Clearly I am because I am neither pretentious, long-winded, asinine, discourteous, nor are my tastes quite as bland as yours. No, I am quite concise, and I would never stretch beyond that of my means or what I am designated to.

I'd have to say that this board is full of anonymous lurkers, attackers, and trolls, who have nothing better to do than throw their elitist opinions around in an attempt at misguided show-boating with people they'd never ever meet.

None of you build any persona or stand by anything remotely attached that I can feel some sort of personal connection to. You lack any sort of direction and I can't have that. You're analogies are far too complicated, linear, and they're rather contradictory. Why, there's never even any variety here!

I give this image board, masquerading as a message board, a 1/10.

Leave the KKK alone. They hate niggers, wetbacks, and kikes. What the fuck did they do to you, except fight for your white rights? Unless that is your a nigger, wetback or kike. If so, who the fuck taught you how to use a computer you piece of shit. Get off it right now. It's for the super race only.

The reason why azns are less ashamed of their waifu collections than in the west is because parents like it when their son shows an interest in girls-having a son with 200 pictures of hatsune miku his bedroom, to the parents, just means he's got women on his mind and wilI likely end up producing grandchildren once his life reaches that point lol where he starts socializing with women openly and dating.

One morning before school I was feeling kinda sick. Like diarrhea sick. My mom said, "Here, take an extra pair of underwear." Not thinking what kind of underwear she handed me, I shoved them in my backpack. At school I did the unthinkable, I went in my pants. I ran to the bathroom with my bag so I could use the extra pair my mom sent me. When I tried to put on the underwear, I realized my mom gave me one of my little sisters bedwetter diapers. And I had already thrown MY underwear away! Then at PE I was doing jumping-jacks with my sisters "underwear" on. I was also wearing baggy jeans. They fell down and revealed my sisters undies. Lucky me, I was helping my teacher do them in the middle of everyone, so they ALL saw me! I got so scared that I wet, and let out another flow of poo again!

One morning before school I was feeling kinda sick. Like diarrhea sick. My mom said, "Here, take an extra pair of underwear." Not thinking what kind of underwear she handed me, I shoved them in my backpack. At school I did the unthinkable, I went in my pants. I ran to the bathroom with my bag so I could use the extra pair my mom sent me. When I tried to put on the underwear, I realized my mom gave me one of my little sisters bedwetter diapers. And I had already thrown MY underwear away! Then at PE I was doing jumping-jacks with my sisters "underwear" on. I was also wearing baggy jeans. They fell down and revealed my sisters undies. Lucky me, I was helping my teacher do them in the middle of everyone, so they ALL saw me! I got so scared that I wet, and let out another flow of poo again!

lets get a free food thread going.
where can one score free food of any sort? im talking dumpster diving, stealing, growing, whatever.
personally, i use self serve checkouts and steal a lot of items without scanning.

Lets make a babby cumdumpster.
We'll know what it means to be alive.
We'll have the kid and fuck her.
Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, until the day she turns five.

Male otaku are financially successful, and shun social contact and become hermits by choice. They are generally in peak physical condition as they have much free time. Years spent in heated debate has made them masters of logic, and an equal amount of time on various literary mediums have made them experts in various genre's of literature.

Female otaku are generally obese, unwashed attentionwhoring hambeasts, who only become "otaku" for one of two reasons; either a way to attract a mate with similar tastes, or has been shunned by her peers to the point where they were forced to reclusion. Nearly always they are unemployed, and leech of family members until they can find a suitable host to marry and sink their parasitic teeth into. Although such an occurrence is rare.

1. many countries complain about the downside of immigration. but japan is one of the few countries that actually polices it obsessively, such that there is very little, and what little of it that there is, is strictly temporary and vigorously policed. as such, japan has a greying population and has to build robots, because they fear koreans or chinese or filipinos will somehow destroy their country. nonsense. there's nothing wrong with controlled immigration, but the japanese have a very weird hang up about it. still, considering their racial hang ups, you have to wonder what bothers the elderly more: a nonjapanese nurse or a robot?

2. finally, there's this story:

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/28/world/asia/28generation.html [nytimes.com]

japan is a "grey democracy," a gerokelptocracy (made up word): the elderly hoarde the power in corporations and in society's rules such that the young can't get a foothold. young workers are underpaid and overworked in companies purposefully to support the perks for older dead wood in the company. such that many young japanese now just want to leave the country. this of course exacerbates japan's serious problem of a top heavy age distribution: who is going to pay for the care of all of the older japanese?

so robots caring for the elderly might be a funny tech article, and us techies might think of the japanese trying to get robots in all these domestic situations as laudable. but its actually the sign of a social sickness. the whole subject matter really speaks of some very serious social problems japan has, that are only going to get worse, unless japan makes some difficult choices, and soon

Map moaned in ecstasy as Dora slowly unfurled him. In no time at all, Map was at full size, and ready for the adventure ahead. Neither of them were sure what would happen next, but he was the Map, the map, the map, and they would find their way together.

But first, marvel at the girth of tube that you have trained your butthole to engulf.  It is a wonder, and it has come to be that your anal cravings grow stronger and stronger so that no human meat could ever fully satisfy.

It was another agonizing day on /b/. Newfags, gaiafags, furfags, you name it. Anonymous was tired of it. Moot was tired of it, too. She wanted to stop it. But she couldn't.

There was only one way: Snacks.

W.T. Snacks, ex-girlfriend of said Moot, was the only way to solve the cancer that was killing /b/. They decided to meet eventually.

As soon as poor Snacks entered Moot's humble little adobe, she was pounced upon. Thrown to the couch, she was quickly stripped of her tight, constricting and beautiful schoolgirl outfit.

Now both Snacks and Moot were in their beautiful lingerie. It begun.

Moot climbed over Snacks on top of the couch, a slight purr to her neko lips, as she leaned down to gently plant those lips on Snacks' face. Quickly, the blonde, teenage girl struggled and squealed under the neko's grasp, but it was futile. Moot had the upper hand.

That upper hand quickly lowered itself, one of Moot's soft, milky hands slowly caressing one of Snacks' delicious breasts, the other intertwined tightly in the smooth blonde hair of the girl beneath her. She replied with a quiet gasp, turning into a soft, shivering moan, as the nekogirl began to molest her.

Snacks' back arched in pleasure as she crawled out from under Moot, sitting back against the couch. Moot slid off, onto her knees, in front of the beautiful loli, and then began her work.

She pulled aside Snacks' panties, revealing the tiniest sprinkle of silky blonde pubic hair, and the perfectly symmetrical, tightened folds of Snacks' virgin cunt. Her semi-rough neko tongue tentatively stuck out, a hand on each of the girl's thighs. As the tongue dragged along sweet, damp lips, Snacks let out a whimper and a moan of delight, squirming from Moot's ever-so-soft kisses.

As Snacks' love juices emptied themselves into Moot's mouth, her tongue dug deeper, her delicious flat chest grinding up against Snacks' leg. Her own wetness was approaching, plus...something a little different, and Snacks' eyes went wide in shock as she realized the truth. Moot had a penis.

The shock quickly subsided into gasps and mewls of love as Moot did her best to pleasure her slit. and eventually Snacks could not resist that pleasure. Her back arched and out rang a loving, passionate moan as she orgasmed, juices finding their way to coat Moot's face and chest.

Moot herself could stand it no more. She stood up and dropped her panties, exposing her slim, yet exotic six inch shaft in front of Snacks, pulsating and throbbing in Anticipation. Snacks could not resist. Her legs spread wide, and her fingers held her sopping wet pussy open.

The neko futa descended upon Snacks. Almost immediately she was at it, her cock slipping inside Snacks' warm, inviting orifice, beginning to pound mercilessly, crushing her virginity. The larger girl yelped in pain, then mewled in delight, wrapping her arms around Moot's loli frame. Moot's tongue found it's way to Snacks' nipple, suckling on it like a newborn child as one hand groped Snacks' other breast, the other tweaking and playing with Snacks' clit as they mated in passion.

Plowing through each of the blonde girl's orgasms, Moot continued to suckle and kiss her breast, pleasure flooding both girls' senses as final orgasms approached. All the hatred, all the bans and horrors of /b/, to this moment, were now drowned in one last second of ecstasy.....

...and then there was no more. Moot almost screamed out in delight as she came, shooting her neko seed deep into Snacks' womb. She could only twitch and shudder in response as their fluids mixed inside Snacks' tight cunt.

They lay there for several minutes, when suddenly, Moot's mother entered the house. As she gazed upon the form of her son/daughter, shaft eagerly buried within the wet tunnel of Snacks, she became scared. She said, "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air!"

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, but I thought naw forget it, "Yo Holmes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Holmes, smelled you later!" Looked to my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

Moot has clearly let fame go to his head. He used to be a weeaboo nerd, now he's just another NYC hipster kike loving east coast elitist degenerate coke sniffing social media worshipping douchebag sellout. I used to respect him.

moot removes /new/, a board dedicated to discuss in a mature way the most important news and events that happen worldwide everyday. A board for political discussion, defending your arguments, accepting and analyzing new points of views in different topics, etc.

moot removes /r9k/, after ruining the board with months and months of trolling, changing the title, inviting /b/ tards to invade the board, etc. The only board which had a method of not accepting any image or comment posted before, also not accepting posts without text. All of this, meaning, a board that didn't accept the same stupid jokes all the time, the same stupid threads over and over. The only board to talk about different topics, without having to put up with stupid trolling from underaged kids, or with people just posting reactions images, etc. A board that had real, very deep discussions.

moot makes /soc/, promoting even more the attention whore attitude that has invaded the site, stupid threads of just showing yourself without any meaning besides getting e-attention

moot makes /v/ a second /b/, by doing all sorts of stupid shit to the board, like spamming it with retarded stickies, attaching music and pictures to it, etc. He even said (you can see this in a video in youtube, in a meetup in a park at night) "I love /v/, it is like /b/ with video games!! lol"

moot makes /adv/, a board for underaged normalfags with nothing else but "help me with my girlfriend/boyfriend", and nothing else to it. Every thread that is not made about relationships is ignored. People openly saying that they are 13 or 14 and he doesn't do anything about it, it even seems that he likes it.

moot will never stop acting like a newfag, and is making this site look like another ebausmworld

My cock is indeed so huge that I always have to sit with my legs apart in a sort of slanted position, just to make room for it.

Once a woman is filled with this wildbeast, it's hard for her to go back to anything smaller. I usually get charged with rape once I leave them, because what's what losing a cock with my girth and size feels like: Like a woman being robbed of everything she held dear. It feels like rape to them.

Still, a lot of women are just too disgusting to be with, so I have to cut them lose, and I was born with this dick size, so it's not my fault that I'm the greatest gift to women. Like the guy with three wives says: Unlike other fellas, you have to EARN and DESERVE my cock. You can't be no whore because whores get thrown out of cock heaven.

Today i went outside to to beach and there where neurotypicals everywhere.
Sluts and guidos tons of em, i felt like being in a freakshow. Two guidos even asked me for the time, i barely managed to get out "four o clock".

Im sick and tired of computers and being a sperg, but this was much worse than i imagined the neurotypical world.

How do you deal with neurotypicals?

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the miku statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "..Take the children and get out of the house…we will call the police. We do not have a Miku statue." The police found all three of the house occupants part of the botnet within ten minutes of the call and they had to be uninstalled. No Miku was found.

lol ok. nobody had sex with you in middle school did they? trust me i had friends that started having sex at like 12 and 13. i know this is going to blow your mind but sometimes they want it, i think child porn is wrong as well but no matter how much you bitch about it you're not going to make the problem stop. sometimes people can't just deal with it or whatever and should just get the fuck out. why do you spend all your time on /b/ when you could be spending it on another board? also 4chan does not like it when cp is posted either, but it gets posted anyway, the only thing that you can hope for is bans from a mod. do not expect that just because you bitch about something that others won't just decide to post just because it makes you mad.

OC or not OC, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The memes and spamming of stupendous idiots;
Or to take arms against a sea of banality,
And by creating, end it: Bawwthreads, furries
No more; and by a mute to say we end
The dullness, and the thousand natural mutes
That spammers are wont to? 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To create, to discuss
To discuss, perchance sensibly; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that true discussion, what mutes may come,
When we have shuffled off to the robot's soil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of all our talk:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of a mute,
The spammer's wrong, the copypasta's end,
The lack of faces when, the ban's delay,
The insolence of newfags, and the Spurns
Which the post of a single lonesome word takes,
When he himself might a contribution make
By simply thinking? Who would always post originally,
And not moan and whine of their weary life,
But that the dread of something muting them,
The undiscovered robot from whose operation
No word returns, punishes brevity
And makes us rather write those thoughts we have
Than fly to others that have already been?
Thus the robot doth make gents of us all,
And thus the native standard of discussion
Is raised upward with the great aura of Thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
Are praised while dullards are turned away,
And lose the name of Gentleman.

I came back from drinking a bit for then I normally do last night, and after getting home I fell asleep pretty fast, I don't normally dream but had a pretty crazy one. I was driving and I turned on my radio, Onpu's Sunday Pururun was on and she was talking about generic things like weather, sports, etc but then reminded everyone to go see her new movie. Of course the next thing I know me and a few of my friends are sitting in a theater, watching gazamadon...but it was like some power rangers movie or something with onpu piloting..mecha gazamadon. I distinctly remember the entire audience yelling something like Fami Fami fighting! or something stupid like that...Then I woke up with a headache.

Ah man craziness.

In the late 20th and early 21st centuries an attempt was made to escape the fetters of the censorship and manipulation of the commercial portal.  Private individuals developed and implemented open Bulletin Boards.  They were a failure, though they were the place that "trolling" or the deliberate use of misinformation, and disinformation by individuals in the larger media ecology began.  The trolls, perhaps because they were crude and unskilled, helped develop a more sophisticated and skeptical understanding of information, and the ease with which it could be manipulated.  By 2020 the early bulletin boards were subsumed by Infobase as...

Respect the Information

Alright, I am looking to build a computer. Here is the resources at my disposal:
     ✔     1000 Popsicle sticks
     ✔     15 Hot glue sticks
     ✔     1 Hot glue gun

What is the optimal arrangement of my sticks that will function as a computer. I realize that 1000 sticks isn't a whole lot, but I really only browse 4chan, 12chan, and not4chan, so it doesn't have to be all that fast.

Pic related, it's my sticks.

Hm, naw, I seriously doubt any of the main cast is younger than a teenager. They're goofoffs, but they hold jobs (although Pinkie seems to be more a hassle than a worker, maybe she's an indentured servant to Mr. and Mrs. Cake for eating all their pastries without realizing you were supposed to buy them.) Rarity is definitely oldest (I guess 28 in human years), Rainbow Dash youngest(18, that edgy teenage phase), Twilight being 21, Pinkie Pie is 19, Fluttershy 20. Applejack would be 23. Derpy would be a locomotive driven by Tom Hanks through the Space Cadet academy of Duckberg. Not older adults, but still not teenagers. I consider Spike to be 15, he totally has that whiny, snarky teenager vibe.

Rap music:
-degrades the english language
-Promotes tagging and vandalism
-degrades women
-Implies postivity to primitive force (look at any metal cd, and youll see an imaginative cover with interesting artwork, look at a hip hop Cd, and youll see a pissed off nigra wanting to fight)
-Shifts values to "bling" and expensive shoes which leads to theft
-Promotes Rastafrian culture, which tries to legalize weed

Rap can be made by ANYBODY, a preset drum machine is all you need to make primitve music and get signed to a record label. If youve been shot, thats credible and prefered to hype your image, just like growing up on the "street"
The lyrics are simple, the sentences dont need to be related, just whatever can ryhme is fine. They dont even have to make sense, just as long as it sticks to an even flow. And sometimes, rappers will get lazy and mispronounce words to rhyme.
Now some of you guys are gonna say "omg racist", but more thn half of all nigra music is sold to whites. No other genre of music promotes more negative values than hip hop, and as it spreads toward different regions, it infects the native population like a fungus.

There is NO talent in rap, so next time, whe your downloading music, get yourself a king crimson, dark tranquility, symphony x or non-hip hop album. Your brain will thank you for not degenerating it into a pile of primtive processing jello.

Lets discuss

Put on your tinfoil hats, cause this is how it works: The rich elite that control the central banks finance the politicians that run the military that invade the land of the sand people to take their oil to benefit the bankers that have conveniently invested in the most wasteful forms of energy because waste means profit through cyclical consumption & designed obsoletance which is the same reason you can't clean the fucking fan so it runs out of warrantee so you end up having to run to the store to buy another one because it's broken so open the door get on the floor everybody walk the dinosaur.

01) Being gay is not natural.
♥ And real Americans always reject unnatural things like polyester, and air conditioning, tattoos, piercings
02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay,
♥in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior.
♥People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all;
♥Hence why women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed;
♥And we can't let the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage be destroyed.
06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children.
♥So therefore, gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our population isn't out of control, our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children,
♥Since of course straight parents only raise straight children.
08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion.
♥In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home.
♥ Which is exactly why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms.
♥Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Reported for racism.
Reported through a proxy for violation of global rule #6.
Reported through another proxy for Anontalk spam.
Reported on IRC for NSFW language on a SFW board.
Reported through a clone on IRC for being a general faggot.
Reported to the National Center of Missing and Exploited Children for pedophilic activities.

Enjoy your ban, faggot.

Seriously, why is he still breathing? Why hasn't he been taken, tortured and killed? Why hasn't his body been dismembered, his disfigured head sent to his family with crude drawings carved in his dead flesh? Why the pieces of his body are not in display all around the country? Why is his torso not gibbeted, and left to the crows?

As a former feminist (before being raped), I have to say that refusing to have sex for whatever reason is a mental illness that has been pushed onto us women from birth through insane ideals coming from childless crones that wants us to suffer as they have. Even our own body makes it clear that whether or not we should have sex is not for us to decide. Is it the man that decides this, and the only crime that should exist, is if he choses to have sex just for the sake of pleasure.

We need to cure my sick sisters through therapy. I suggest open institutions where women who doesn't want sex are shackled and put naked on display for single men who can go there and chose the woman he wants to have a sexual relationship with, and who can then touch her until the illness is cured and she finally comes. They she must be raped until she is fully subservient.

I personally think that women who file rape charges against people should be punished by death, but again, these women are sick, and needs to be cured.

We cannot go on like this. The rape laws are horribly sexist towards men, and prevents them from mating. The crones who made these laws must be ursurped and jailed for crimes against humanity.

The nuclear explosions detected were directed only at military targets, planted by agents loyal only to the emperor to wipe out the entire traitor-fascist Japanese military command and their reserves in one fell swoop. The idea that thousands of civilians were killed in these explosions is a laughable invention of contemporary propagandists. After decapitating the beast, the emperor assumed command and, showing mercy on the beleaguered Americans, ended the war.

Sometimes I completely forget who I am. Not who I am name wise or who my family is or anything like that, but who I am at my core. It feels like I've been searching for a long time and have come up with next to nothing. What are my values? What do I stand for? What role do I play in the world? None. Or at least I haven't in a long time. Friends often message me and ask me where have I been. "I haven't seen you in forever/ I miss you." But I don't even know what they miss. Because I don't even know who I used to be anymore. The kid that they knew then has been gone for a long time. Often I just feel like a shell… like a body and nothing more. If you ask me my favorite movies or my favorite music, I'd be able to tell you in an instant. If you ask me to name 5 qualities of mine, my mind would go blank. Uh… funny? I guess I used to be funny. That's what people always told me. That's what I always aimed for when I was in school. I knew that was how I could stand out. I've never been the most attractive guy and I was never great at sports. I can't play and instrument and I wasn't very smart. But I could make people laugh. I could entertain people. I feel like I've even lost that quality. I don't think I'm very funny anymore… at all. What am I left with? I couldn't tell you.

My days consist of literally nothing. I think this is a huge reason as to why I feel lost. How can you figure out who you are and grow when you aren't experiencing anything?

It's time to make some changes. I'm going to fix all of this.

Thanks for reading. I'm sure it bored the shit out of you lol.

Some people have very little of value in their lives, so waving around a minute, impotent bit of pseudo-authority is the only thing that can induce fleeting moments of sublimity in their otherwise bleak existences.