I don’t even like myself, and I know I’m straight up physically incapable of living up to my own standards.

I am exactly 30 years old.

I lived in the most ass-backwards culture imaginable, still not racist, homophobic, or sexist (to my knowledge).

No excuse, they will be paying the full bill of what they have done.

Nope, Satan got the shit beaten out of him, and didn’t die. Your afterlife can just become suckier.

You get recycled, that’s what

Nietze was wrong, God is undead.

Woodchipper, no unecessary mercy.

We all know there is already a resistance, just not televised.

Ok, then you are sacrificing number of people to save one person. Think of what happens in wars: people don’t even flinch at sacrificing someone

Bro, for 100 million, if you told me the button would kill me, I would press it, after writing my will first.

That is almost world-chaning money, so I would be ethicaly obligated from my perspective to press it.

Gotta love elitism and punching down.

Then wondering why everyone is so ignorant (you punch them when they ask for answers).

That would never work, because everyone likes different soup…

I had seen a Lemming die of old age, right before my eyes.

It never got smarter than trying to dig deeper holes.

Yeah, I noticed that if you see the typical woman talking about it, it’s usually stuff like men have become so disgusting, that fictional characters/being lesbian has become the go-to option.

So, that’s my opinion on it now too. It’s nasty that men think only about sex with women.

I may have jumped the gun when I made the username, as I’m actually genuinely disabled.

Same. I agree with all her shit, but it’s like the most low-hanging fruit every time. But oh well.

I completelly just missed out on an era, seggregated to my room. Like, I didn’t get to hop on the Nintendo era craze and experience it while it was relevant, parties, everything wasted. Now literally everything that was familiar is dead or corrupted.

Today’s generations will never get to experience the things that I did: No calm days watching cartoons under your blanket, playing outside, fun toys, everything is enshitified, no hope for the future, institutions actively hate them and want them dead.

I guess I’m in the same place as 10 years ago, but with a job. Need to prep people for the worst.

It was never about the money, it was just a convenient way to ensure the lower classes got only the absolute minimum of what they needed to be useful, even if it cost them some comfort.

My parents did way more damage than any propaganda machine in breaking me. It’s always your own family determining your own fate.

But as soon as I try to change anything, there comes the emotional blackmail.

I meamt mint, actually.

I doubt it is nutritious though