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collective ownership has always depended on the size of the family or tribe as well as the area of harvest or hunt...

-Imp

This is essentially emoism. The same thing that compels the emo to become even more irritating when he/she is rejected compels the cat lady to want to infect and destroy all that is healthy and alive around her. Strangely, this is not an evolutionarily stable strategy. Well, i shouldn't say strangely. Modern civilization permits all manner of sickness and degeneracy that would have long perished without its protection.

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"collective ownership has always depended on the size of the family or tribe as well as the area of harvest or hunt..."

Yeah, and it all went to shit after money was printed and the bartering system wasn't efficient enough to sustain consumer demands anymore. Things got complicated when i needed a chicken but only had some yarn, and you had a chicken for trade but didn't need any yarn.

So then the print gives the money to a bank, and the bank loans it out to those with assets. With those loans, the ones with the assets buy some means of production and pay workers money in exchange for their labor at using those means of production to make shit. Then, the asset guy who got the loan from the bank sells the product of his workers for more than he paid them to make it.

Workers with no assets who couldn't get loans moved to the areas where guys with assets who got loans were paying guys to work for em.

For a hundred years following the industrial revolution, Europe was nothing but evicted peasantry migrating to filthy cities to find work. His Majesty and his Lordz no longer protected them or offered them land, and, just like Bob Dylan, they became rolling stones.

We of the 21st century are wage-labor stock without any heritable connection to any asset holders in the last few hundred years. From that stock would come a quickly growing upper-middle class that would create their own businesses. This happened because of the credit boom. Credit was passed out to everyone... a few of em invested it right and became capitalists or self-employed. The rest failed, went in debt, and remained working class.

And now hur we are, bruh. All because of the first borrowers from his Majesty's banks had a few cottages to put up as collateral for a loan. Just look at how paltry and abhorent the origins of capitalism are.

Mick Jagger is confused

born with nothing, create for yourself

born with nothing, piss and moan that they got theirs

born with everything, flaunt it

die with nothing

-Imp

Yes, and that's what makes life bearable for everyone. Knowing that everyone dies with nothing and that, therefore, ones enemies won't come out ahead of em.

Think about it. If you found out your enemy was gonna get paid in the end and you weren't, you'd lose your mind in despair. What gets you through is knowing that while you might lose, nobody wins.

If I can't get to the bastard, cancer or a car accident will.

That's how horrible we are, mate. We want everyone to die so we aren't left out and miss something fun.

Could ultra-feminism have saved the incels? No, seriously, check this out. What percent of the incel community is inceled out because of finding bitchez unapproachable and being too intimidated by the risk of offending or being rejected by a bitch in an approach? Prolly half of em at least. These are the ones who would match up with a bitch but can't engage with em to find a match.

And what is the cause of this? Conservatism. The old ways. The females present themselves, and the males take off their cowboy hats and fight over them in the parking lot.

My theory is that if we abolished the old ways and gave approach-rights to the female, many more males would be selected, and the incel community would wither away like a Marxist state.

We are faced with overcoming an anachronism that is eons old and the very engine of our survival. There had to be fighting to weed out and unselect bad genes... and women were the ones who giggled and made this happen. Today, however, we are not merely fifty strong fighting for our survival in a cold, cruel, sabertooth tiger infested environment. Today, a man doesn't have to be testosteroned-out to preserve the best of the human species.

That being the case, bitchez can step up and not wait for the conclusion of a fight-to-the-death between two or more chads competing for them. That's some 16th-century damsal shit and bitchez need to stop being giggly little bitchez and start grabbin' n*ggaz if they like em.

And you can't clown on these incel n*ggaz, either. Being rejected by a bitch is a bitch... hits hard on a n*gga. Keep em up at night 'n shit. Bitchez need to be aware of this and spare n*ggaz that risk. Y'all weak-ass bitchez could take a good lesson from lil Kim.

I made a deal with the cat lady that I'd transport the antique cat feces collection to the trash if she'd buy the contractor grade construction bags. Some images of the scene taken by my forensics department. We'll submit these in evidence against the State in Prom vs the State.

What we have is... by the State failing to prevent one of its citizens, a cat lady, from subjecting me to health risks from unsanitary conditions because the State would arrest me if I leave and become homeless, the State will receive additional severe penalties.

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Try to imagine hearing this for nine years every day (because working and renting takes an act of congress with your wrongful record and life sentence) and then think about the kinds of banter and convos between randoms you hear at a forum in the quantum physics, transdimensional dream realms of god, and christianity threads.

Go listen to someone tell you that there is design, objective right and wrong, purpose, law and order, etc., after living with this for nine years.

Those bags are so heavy i can almost not carry two at a time. Over one hundred pounds of shit.

^^^ you go from six years in prison where everyone hates you to nine years of this. Anyone and everyone you interact with is suspect of stalking and/or gaslighting you or thinking you are a child molestor. Other than inmates and customers, you've not interacted with anyone in a substantial way in eighteen years.

Anywho, that's how it happens... how you become evil or indifferent. No sane man could look back at these eighteen years and what they have entailed and still believe there is a benevolent god.

Or, if you absolutely have to force a benevolent god into a world where something like me happens, most if not all of your expectations about what righteousness is would be woefully wrong. A genuine benevolent god would sanction any violence and destruction i thought necessary. If such a god would exist, i would be the personification of its world-destroying wrath. That's the prob. We don't wanna say that (f*** NO) so we'd better just say the universe is a joke and once and a while there are black swan events where everything corrupt, disgusting and sick in man, his State and his meaningless institutions has concentrated into a single monstrous logical force of destruction. Like an incomprehensible meteor that obliterates four thousand years of erf. All of it noise for a meanwhile that seemed to draw out forever until finally...

... this single sacrifice of the Prom. With it, the history of man, of any man that has ever existed, now just a passing trifle. Billions of stories that said nothing, about nothing... all turn to meaningless dust in the end at the foot of the cross that bore the Prom.

As you might have noticed, all great philosophers go mad toward their end, and you'll be noticing a lot of the same kind of megalomania Nietzsche exhibited toward his end... often signing his letters 'the crucified'.

Now, while i do understand and accept that Nietzsche and certainly no thinker since has been sacrificed as i have and so shirley 'would not know the half of it', i still appreciate a man who has become mad, who's intellect and life have allowed him to experience great sickening things to the best of what capacity he has and in what unfortunate place fate has put him.

And i know what you're thinking. What's 'additional severe penalties' when you're gonna go ham anyway? That's a good question. I'll explain. The severity of an act of retribution should be about relative to the nature of the offense against you for which you seek retribution. Ideally, a penalty that matches the offense against you is what you seek. For instance, the prosecutor and/or legislators that passed the SORNA act would be forced to wear a sign that said CHILD MOLESTOR for the rest of their lives. Clearly, that's not possible, so penalties have to be creative but not excessive. Like you wouldn't murder their familes but keep them alive. That would be crude. You'd murder him instead. This would not be excessive because you would be preventing him from ever endangering and ruining the life of another person again by contributing to an act like SORNA.

The cat feces collection will require something creative and somewhat novel if i can manage it. Infecting sheriff deputies (because they'd arrest me for leaving) with toxoplasmosis would be absolutely superb poetic justice. Very difficult to do, though. In that case, i would just increase the general frequency and variety of different types of retributive attacks seizing opportunities if/when they present themselves.

Theeeee VERY first thing you do when you step foot on planet erf is make absolutely sure you know what's going on before you apply for a job that licenses you to use violent and deadly force against someone. You better be A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E.L.Y sure you wanna do that because there are severe consequences for threatening a man, his property, or his freedom.... your reasons or not. We're not talking about your reasons. Your reasons are chatter and will not protect you. We're talking about the consequences of your choices.

Hang on a minute. Am i a philosophy live-streamer? Do i merely record my average day and level everyone and everything in my wake as a result? Am i like one of those electromagnetic pulses that shuts down everything electrical around it? That's crazy. Like, i wouldn't even have to say the first philosophical word. I just relate my typical day (or month or year or decade), and entire schools of thought are finished. Four thousand years of religion and god... dead in a single post. Legend has it that crickets follow him wherever he goes because they are always able to sing when Prom goes among men and their philosophers.

Seriously anytime you wanna catch a glimpse of it do like bro in A Clockwork Orange did and play the above short on repeat for nine years with headphones on. Pin your eyelids back so you can't close your eyes. When you are done, if you've survived, you'll be ready for a little ultra violence and no longer that globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil you used to be.

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Things that are wrong:

1. If there were only two capsules left in the bottle, both would have fallen into the hand of mom when she turned it. How did the last capsule the son receives get into the bottle?

1.a. why have we never seen a full bottle of vitamins in a vitamin commercial? In every one there is exactly one capsule left in the bottle (which is dumped into the hand)... never a full bottle that the person has to pick a capsule out of manually. Lies. Everywhere lies.

2. You wouldn't stand in the kitchen with your moms and toast to a multivitamin in real life.

Remember, next door is the family with the depressed mom with the sweater jacket two sizes too big who has to be carefully drawn out of her room so they can all play with sparklers in the back and pet the golden retriever with an overdone look of fascination and magical awe as if they've never seen a dog before.

If you want to know why you are like you are, it's because of these commercials. Not even Baudrillard, Lacan, Adorno, or Habermas knew how bad it actually is and what the capitalists have been doing to you in the last hundred years. It's like we're on a planet that's crying out and begging to be destroyed.

The best way to discover everything that is not capital and every way in which it is misunderstood is to aks someone who doesn't or hasn't had a job to describe it.

Only those that generate capital through their own labor can know that it doesn't exist. They do this precisely by not receiving it.

If they do receive the full value of their labor, then its not capital or profit but simply exchange value. Only the imaginary value added to a thing by the capitalist's insistence that his presence is productive and necessary is 'capital', and capital can only exist where a producer receives less than the value of his labor precisely because of this presence.