True Story of the Day

[promethean75]

https://kaotic.com/video/4fdce5dc_20250905222014_t

Superman vs Lex Mether

[promethean75]

A real anarchist is not a guy looking for a free association of hippy syndicates unless his only purpose there is to get laid. A real anarchist is an individualist fascist... which amounts to refusing to follow any orders but your own because you feel the people in charge are morons. And this is PRECISELY what motivates a fascist, precisely his attitude. See, you guys never thought about it like that.

We all know what would happen if we woke up one day and the world was a free association of individuals (i don't even know what that means). By sundown, we'd either be dead, overdosed on something, infected with an assortment of venereal diseases, and not quite sure what to do, when to do, and how to do what we'd normally do at work when there's a hierarchy in place. In a week, there would be so much confusion from so many people trying to direct affairs that the wheels would fall off. So we know all the good guy anarchists were naive. We appreciate the effort, but no. Won't work.

So remember, real anarchists are the bad bomb throwing property re-appropriating hotheaded obnoxiously passionate smartasses that are overly annoyed by politicians and rich people believed to be doing everything wrong, and there can be no such thing as a turtleneck Chomsky easy like sunday morning anarchist society.

[promethean75]

To include the possibility of slowly sawing someone's head off with a cheap mexican machete in your design of a world and its reality, what you are able to do when creating must, therefore, be limited. Why. Because if you had another design that could get you the same satisfaction but one which didn't include cheap mexican machetes sawing heads off in it, you'd be either a stupid sonofabitch or an asshole not to choose it instead.

Discuss.

[promethean75]

It doesn't matter that you go to heaven finally, so everything that happened prior to heaven is now done, gone and meaningless. Why. Because one of these sets of facts is more benevolent than the other:

You can get your head cut off and can go to heaven.

You won't ever get your head cut off and can go to heaven.

[promethean75]

I have killed the christian god so many times at this forum now I've lost count.

[promethean75]

You know what my wildest fantasy is? What a dumb question, of course you don't know. Don't you hate it when people start with that question? And you always go, "No, what is it?"

Anyway, my wildest fantasy is that i have been selected by a secret drip king Jeff illuminati Rosicrucian Bohemian Grove goin' sexy intellectual pagan libertine artist cult who found me many years ago on the forums. They have been grooming me since and follow my every move. Plotline. I'm 'sposed to go mad, throw myself into the gaping jaws of nihilism, roll up on somebody or something, and get ready to maim, kill, rob, blow up or have sexy time.... and then, out of nowhere, a black suburban pulls up with screeching tires, and the door swings open. "Get in, Prom," says a sharp but calm voice from the darkened back seat cab.

When i finally found the courage to go full retard on gods grey erf they would swoop down and carry me away to an island with fresh grapes and beautiful mid to late aged baddies everywhere in bikinis that you could talk about Herbert Spencer with and have no problems.

I had to earn it, see, and in turn, they had to be sure i was worthy of their world. They were all criminals, libertines, intellectuals, drug users, polymaths, copies of me! They stayed under the radar and had existed for decades. My 'initiation', as it were.

Now how fucking farout awesome is that and tell me you wouldn't want the same thing you crazed lunatic bastard.

I tell you what's happening. This isn't happening, and I'm projecting what i would want done either to me or by me onto reality. Truly bizarre shit. Too many fuckin' brotherhood of the bones movies or whatever that one was called. But I'm the kinda dude who would be in that cult naturally, see.. that's why my imagination of it is so vivid and lucid. I'm literally building it in my head bro I'm like your boy Epicurus or sumthin'.

Jesus now i really fucked you weirdos up. You're warming the car up now to go rob a bank so the suburban can pull up and take you away from your miserable world and into a dream like universe!

Don't fuckin do it bro this is creative writing. Or we can start one of these cults... but what i conceive of in my head shirley has not existed since ancient greece. These people fuckin with me are just disorganized vigilante individuals and garden variety gaslighters with nothing more than a fascination with chads that are SOs.

[promethean75]

That's exactly what I'm doing. Gotta be. My ideal society of self sustained sociopaths with an ESS. The ultimate union of Stirnerite egosists. They live for no other reason than to exploit the world of normies and enjoy its use.

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Those applicants to our new cult need to keep this in mind, though. If you are super old and unsexy, you will be housed in a separate part of the island compound and only interact with the young peter pan adult version type sexy side during designated times like meals, arts 'n crafts, music time, philosophy study and symposium. But you can't like be all over on me and Maia's and fishpie's and Astro Cat's and Magnus's side later in the evenings near lights out.

[promethean75]

Hold on. Did i just provide the framework for the greatest film ever produced? The novel series would be granted, but the movie! The movie would be where it's at. Godfather length. Box set.

A movie out of which you walk on a Friday night with your girlfriend that changes you forever. A mindfucking harder than any Kubrick or Shyamalan could ever give you. You can't even pay attention at work the next day. Still on that scene where that cult guy breaks it all down and you're like wtf this shit makes sense bro. Like when you walk out and the parking lot lights are brighter because you've been in a dark theater but this time they're eerily bright and an off foggish gold color. The air is thicker, warmer, sexier. You feel a vital energy fill you as this open space outside the theater takes you in. Suddenly you must fuck your girlfriend like a carnal savage so you two go ahead and get in the bushes for about two full minutes, zip back up and continue to the car gazing up at the stars as you walk.

[promethean75]

Live as one of them, Kal-El, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. Always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people, Kal-El; they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you...my only son.

https://kaotic.com/video/6ff24455_20250907110859_t

[promethean75]

https://youtu.be/PelPxejnTQQ

It's not the thing itself that proves there is no god. The silliness alone is not enough to do it. It's rather how something so stupid in so many ways (counting all its internal contradictions, lies, and forms of deception... even up to those stupid smiles on the homeowners' faces when, in reality, no such smiles exist) could stretch itself out over generations and become normalized, become a legitimate part of the process of doing business. Lol, and as i type this very post right now, I've got the Particle 6 face cream scumbag with the spiked short-top hair and the suit shouting in my ear. The next one to come on will be my all-time favorite, one i count as indisputable proof that there is no christian god. I can show my work upon request.

https://youtu.be/n6Xzhaxmdmw

Unreal. I'm now fixing typos, and the Blanton's commercial has come on AGAIN.

[promethean75]

The real reason why young female conservatives are against abortion.

When a young female conservative gets pregnant, one of two things happen. Either she's wealthy bourgeois family stock and raising the kid is no problem or she's poverty level white trash who it's customary for to have the kid and just pack em into the trailer second room with all the others. God takes care of the rest and puts Republicans in office to save the country from the mexicans and the n words. You just keep makin' babies Isabelle and shut the hell up.

A young posh, goal oriented female leftists, on the other hand, will make a bad decision at a rave and then, rather than ruining her life or moving into a double-wide will have a whole embryonic cell cluster the size of a corn kernel utterly destroyed.

[promethean75]

Even in heaven, the instinct in man that tells him there is no justice or equality is still alive and well. Before he has been there ten minutes, he already finds himself in the company of all manner of souls that suffered nothing like him on erf… and he asks himself, "Why did I suffer so much more only to receive the same reward as these souls? Shirley, if nothing else, this proves that a man may get into heaven with the littlest suffering. And yet, I suffered so much more than what was apparently necessary to get here. It would have been enough to be like Howard over there… millionaire sex trafficking serial killing tycoon who won the lottery, and who, after losing one of his properties to a disaster, finally has a breakdown and turns to Jesus, earning himself safe passage into eternal bliss.

Instead, i spend half my life in a POW camp, eating worms and being dunked in pig shit as punishment for not meeting my work quotas.

There is no god. But if there was, who in their right mind would want to be in its company?

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Class war and alienation extends even into heaven. You simply can't relate to those on B and C block, where souls that lived almost perfect carefree lives are housed. You have nothing to talk about with them. Their smiles are as shallow as their droning conversation is. As if they shouldn't have the right to be happy, to have the pride and self-respect of someone who has gotten through hell. How can they ever know you like the boys on A block do?

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Is there a disparity of reward argument against the existence of God yet or are we the first to do it? First though we have to realize we are modeling the concept of an existence in heaven off of something like our existence on erf among and interacting with other people. So, if that kind of interaction is anything like this kind of erfly interaction we should expect the same kind of stuff. Identifying and empathizing with people like yourself who have the most similar experiences and feeling foreign to people who had very different lives. The question is what is the nature of 'communing' in heaven. What is the mood like in the assisted living facility day room? That's what we're aksing.