“Beans franks and cottage cheese”? Christ, America’s worst crime in the 20th century was allowing proles to spend a generation pretending to be local gentry and giving their prole kids aspirations. Thank god the line dies with you.
are you the one that thinks I’m insecure about going bald, or the other one?
mobile[.] twitter[.] com/ thucydiplease/status/1316618789169983489 This completely contemptible and pathetic thread is definitely identical to the things you tell yourself when you lie awake at night watching your thirties tick away lmao
Sam Pritchard is a girl now?
He realizes, and he does not act! Very wise!
Your shit has honestly done more to disabuse me of the vitalist cult of action! than any antifascist ever could
oh wait shit, I just realized there’s an idiom for unknown idiots goading people into more sudden and dumb acts, you’re a fed, go fuck yourself
He realizes, and he does not act! Very wise!
Your shit has honestly done more to disabuse me of the vitalist cult of action! than any antifascist ever could
All I ask that the only difference between you and the Cornell classmates you disdain is that you make less money and no one is willing to live with and fuck you. You didn't cut your own bold path - you just failed and dropped out.
Oh shit, I see, you don’t get the fundamental issue!
I didn’t see the rewards I hoped for for my rebel-but-within-a-comfortable-elite-idiom pose, but they didn’t even get the rewards – reliable, respectable career; comfortable workaday life as a backdrop for their private interests – they expected by selling out!
Our expectations were last reset in the 90s Silver Age when we had a won-the-Cold-War-also-the-Internet-and-cannibalizing-pre-Reagan-society economic boom (and that’s significant because everything that relies on having noun-objects or people performing verb-actions is fungible with money) and things were lined up in a mutually reinforcing way to limit the expectation of their fulfillment to a pacified, massified, white suburban “polity that matters”, economically, culturally, and politically
And the culture war, the ::gestures around:: all this, it’s because it’s finally sunk in that there’s not gonna be enough mojo to satisfy everybody, and someone is gonna have to win at the expense of someone else being disappointed and made to accept it.
And by at least realizing that I’m miles ahead
Jfc go get tear gassed instead of masturbating to castle doctrine fantasies. You’re really just gonna sit out every single historic event of your lifetime, aren’t you, you petit boog bitch?
haha this is great. what is the point of it?
Would you be flattered if someone tried to psychoanalyze you based on your posts the way you psychoanalyze Taylor Swift and Jeanette McCurdy? Legitimate question, not trying to gotcha you
Well if you look back through my #insult anon tag, you’ll see I have an audience that psychoanalyzes me based on my public presentation, and I am flattered
(The hostility distorts it, tho, a good deal of the time it feels more like they’re stretching to try to make one of their stock Devastating Blows For Social Media fit than actually picking up on what’s there, I don’t so much publish that)
See now you’re just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks. You were doing okay for a while drawing on my own words and noticing the gaps, but then you got too overconfident at “if X… and Y… then Z!” and misfired a few times, and now you’re back to keying off individual posts with generic attempts to inspire insecurity. Like, this is textbook gaslighting. Textbook.
That or you really know what you’re doing and you’re memorizing my content, mirroring my style, and coming at me a little hostile cause you’re trying to seduce me, and this is just moe-style bumbling to build approachable vulnerability
In this week's installment of "man who loves to ride motorcycles clumsily walks into a door and obtains a massive black eye", tonight is "man who wants a firearm to protect himself almost owned by a food item". Might be as fun as the "man who claims he almost crashed cars 3 times by himself also claims he was saved by Grand Turismo-honed reflexes" episode
“man who claims to be good writer indulges dumb anon schtick”
Behold the victor's triumph: Living alone in a ramshackle shack on the margins of society. Dreher is a weird freak but at least you can tell that deep down he feels the amount of shame that is appropriate for his pathetic station in life.
Oh c'mon, you can’t even figure what to give me shit for but you’re trying, it’s cute in a pathetic-as-in-pathos way
Your thoughts and fantasies about war and specifically small-unit dynamics are very clearly the product of being a man who was too much of a pussy in childhood to play a team sport
I mean, youth soccer and little league and a year of Pop Warner, but I think you’re onto something there, that I never really mixed serious competition with long-term socialization, such that my “in-game” activities were tied to any social matrix
And that, instead, my experience of group competition comes from computer simulations in a coach/general/chessmaster role, from which I get a sense that the role of a unit is to frictionlessly be expended by a higher will
Or from online matchmaking, where teams are assembled fresh for each event and the emphasis is on interchangeably performing your modular role and syncing with teammates as an emergent property of understanding the dynamics at play without any exposure before or after
That’s obviously a background becoming more common these days and I wonder how it affects actual military culture
“I’m a chosen one” says the unfuckable middle age man deciding which obscure pacific nw village he’ll run out the clock in
Whatever sting there is in that I took when I moved to Portland, “the city where young people go to retire”, in the first place. I like the Cascadian culture and environment, and I gotta live somewhere.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
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Of what? Cutting myself down to size? Are you accusing me of humility?
Or just tossing off something snotty while you slink away?
Yeah I know, you think you’re gonna cut me down to size with these fucking supervillain monologues or something, and instead I just polish my reputation dunking off you.
Oh no, not you, I meant the insightful one
Now why would I think that
But where would that leave you, insult anon? That time you insulted my adult karate insights by way of Seinfeld and Danny McBride answered the question of why you even bother, you framed your worldview by reference to the New American Canon of postwar pop culture too!
Instead, let’s rededicate ourselves to that tradition as America. I swear we’re not too far gone, this is just a spring tide and it’s receding already
I mean, you’re his sidekick, so
see there’s the real insult anon. I appreciate how we spur each other on to further heights