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2019-04-06 at 7:28 PM UTC in Octavian 6 pack 6 weeks challengeThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-04-06 at 7:03 PM UTC in Goodbye [2]kill yourself opThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-04-06 at 4:41 PM UTC in zizek vs jordan petersonThis thread really went downhill before I got a chance to respond to it due to Lanny's built in "you can't post anymore until we deem you cool enough" feature. At any rate, nobody asked me, but since this is an open forum I'll throw in my two cents.
I managed to make this far in life without reading Peterson, but I finally caved in earlier this year because people have been incessantly talking about him. I would say that I think he's a very gifted undergraduate lecturer and any bachelor's psychology program would be very fortunate to have such an involved and passionate instructor. Moreover, I think he does leverage good criticisms of socialism (albeit perhaps a bit shallow at time). However, I will say that it's pretty obvious that he doesn't really reach people who seriously study philosophy or psychology outside of this immediate limited audience. While he speaks claims with a certain amount passion, confidence, and conviction, he never really defends any of their prerequisite assumptions very well. For example, he might make grandiose claims about the nature of mankind and appeal to archetypes when pressed, but I haven't really seen any thorough work on his behalf proving that either 1) there is a cause and effect relationship between archetypes and "human nature" or 2) that, if this relationship existed, it's linear instead of reciprocal. Similarly, when he makes claims that the Jesus mythos is foundational to the formation of Western culture, he doesn't really address potential extraneous variables that influenced it or even influenced early Christianity (which I assume anyone would anticipate when making such large-scale claims).
The short version is that you can be a moderately successful academic and not necessarily be a very good critical thinker. I also can't help but think that more powerful institutions who would profit from someone packaging conservative morality with secular arguments are endorsing him and promoting his career a lot more forcefully than he potentially would have succeeded on the merits of his ideas alone. -
2019-04-05 at 8:26 PM UTC in My power levelyour power level is completely unchainedThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-04-05 at 2:37 PM UTC in It seems as though Lanny has accepted us DHers more so than his fellow TOTSEANS and Zokleteers...We tolerate you because 90% of the retards and gay drama left. I mean, we have had gay drama too but it was a whole other level of bleeding vagina monologues with the Date Hospital folk. Like the one retard who spammed shit quality irrelevant gifs and ran around Thanking and supporting itself with another butt buddy account.
If you just stfu and act normal, nobody would have a problem. We've never had a problem with new users, even if there was a hazing culture.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-04-04 at 12:01 AM UTC in Did anyone get arrested for Totse/zoklet activities directly?
Originally posted by -SpectraL At the time Henderson and the others got popped, there wasn't even any fraudulent coupons on Zoklet. I removed them all. The only thing there was links to some counterfeit coupon resources. The feds still moved in and threatened zok with subpoena (so he willingly cooperated without a warrant), and they still used those links as evidence of coupon forgery.
Not surprising. Zok and Jeff Hunter were in fact roommates, but I don't think Zok really believed in the original message as much as Jeff did. Honestly, Jeff stopped believing in the message as well because he could see the changing times resulted in the site outgrowing its purpose. I remember hot topics in the early 2000s were to the tune of "Do you have a anti-federalist or federalist interpretation of the constitution (and why)?" Posts by the mid to late 2000s were more like "Do you wipe your ass standing up or sitting down?"
The place went downhill pretty fast, and there was time one could justify the occasional strain of necessary law enforcement attention due to the fact that it was a natural consequence of having a free forum of information where no ideas were censored. Unfortunately, the internet became pretty mainstream and technology simply became so accessible that it largely invalidated Jeff's original mission. Add this to the growing culture of fear in the United States, and effectively it reached a point where the site became nothing more than a liability. It really was in everyone's best interest to just walk away. Everything changed so quickly in that decade that a site like Totse wouldn't have served as anything other than a relic of an earlier time.
Afterwards, a few die hard fans who either had no life outside of it (Bill Krozby) or people who hardcore believed the message but didn't want to see it die (-Spectral). The truth is it's over, and a site like this is a funny community to shit post because you can almost certainly say whatever you want. I find it honestly pretty doubtful that taxpayer money is being spent on police monitoring this site even semi-regularly just by virtue of the fact that, even if the people here were actually malicious, almost all of us are too severely retarded to accomplish anything.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-04-01 at 6:42 AM UTC in What would ease racial tensions in the US?
Originally posted by GGG What happened to you aldra
bad thing
I'm talking more about this 'perceived escalation' though. 'Race relations' in the US have been bad for a long time for a bunch of different reasons, but has anything really changed in that regard in the last decade? Most people like to blame the other side, ie. the escalation of Antifa and 'Cultural Marxism' or Trump and 'White Nationalism' depending on who you ask, but these things are symptoms of people becoming more entrenched in enclaves of race, culture, ideology and whatever else.
People only turn to these enclaves of 'common interest' in such numbers when they feel threatened - different groups have different specific interests, but the common thread here is a lack of security. Lack of job and financial security, lack of security of the survival of their family or group etc.
Alternative answer: LESS NIGGERSThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-04-01 at 6:16 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Malice Metro Edition> want to make instant pudding but don't have an electric mixer
> force spoon into chuck of powerdrill, use that
> powerdrill is too powerful, have to hold trigger super lightly or pudding goes everywhere
> forget to turn off hammer function, touch spoon to bottom of bowl, fuckin' bang, crack/hole in bottom of bowl nowThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-03-31 at 11:33 PM UTC in Lanny: good heavensA single line of lanny's code has the power of a thousand suns. He doesn't even know what debugging means because he makes no mistakes. If there's an error something is wrong with the compiler or interpreter. Obviously even Lanny doesn't have the time to rewrite all of those for every language.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-03-31 at 8:39 AM UTC in Windows maintenancethat's bullshit though! We have fucking interface standards, this shit is not new. I should be able to buy hardware that's designed to a standard and not require fucking black magic unauditable third party horseshit botnet code blob to be sitting in memory to talk to a piece of hardware that has a standardized interface.
Failure to design to standards, or worse the jedividia approach of providing shitty unnecessarily bad second string but auditable software on the pretense of supporting open source, is a liability for any rational self interested agent building a computer today. Capitalism a shit -
2019-03-31 at 8:01 AM UTC in My liveleak video has almost 65k views in 1 dayThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-03-31 at 12:20 AM UTC in THOT Detection 101: How to peer through the veneermy mom told me I always end up with young single mothers with emotional problems so I bent her over and fucked the shit out of her while Sigmund Freud sat there masturbating and doing coke. Eventually his mother joined in too.
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2019-03-29 at 3:32 PM UTC in No More Free Music Videos on YTThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2019-03-28 at 11:56 PM UTC in Big brained thots
Originally posted by whoami I was watching a flat earther documentary the other day and they had this astrophysicist chick on to comment. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I want to hold her by her multicoloured hair and facefuck her for hours, allowing her to come up intermittently to catch her breath and lecture me about stellar body formation in the early universe. The septum piercing suggests she'd probably be into such treatment. This would satisfy both of my conflicting fetishes, my desire to degrade women and treat them as the inferior beings they are, and my sapiophilia.
Face fucking and astrophysics are some of my favorite things.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-03-17 at 3:01 PM UTC in The Legend of the Noid
Back in the mid 80s, Dominos pizza came up with something of an anti-mascot - they called it The Noid, and it was a weird little deviant in a bright red rabbit costume. He apparently wanted to destroy pizzas or something, and as such ordering from Dominos was the only way to 'avoid the Noid'. The ad campaign started in 86 and ran for three years (spawning some bizarre ads and shitty videogames) before a very seriously mentally ill man took the campaign as a personal attack - Kenneth Lamar Noid's schizophrenia allowed him to see that Dominos made the ad campaign to personally attack him, and later stated that he often saw Tom Monaghan (the owner of the Dominos name) 'looking around in my apartment' while he pretended to sleep.
Kenneth decided they had to be stopped, and to that end he took a .357 magnum handgun to his local Dominos (Atlanta) and took two workers hostage. Frustrated that nobody there could put an end to the ad campaign, he had them call their corporate office, demanding an end to the campaign of persecution, $100,000 in damages, a white stretch limousine, apparently as a getaway car, and a copy of a science fiction book called 'The Widow's Son'. Unsurprisingly Dominos called the police, who surrounded the restaurant for 5 hours. During that time Kenneth apparently got hungry and ordered the staff to make him two pizzas, and they promptly slipped out the back door while he happily ate them. Discovering he had no more hostages, he surrendered to the police.
Dominos still claims that Kenneth isn't the reason they put an end to the advertising campaign, but it's hard to see them ever getting past the avalanche of news headlines stating that they 'couldn't avoid the Noid'.
https://www.upi.com/Archives/1989/01/31/Noid-irked-by-Avoid-the-Noid-pizza-commercials/7309602226000/ -
2019-03-06 at 7:02 AM UTC in I really don’t have a problem with punching women in the throat if they can’t control their egosjudging by every fight video ever, many women know men generally won't hit them and will be punished if they do, so they push it as hard and far as they can because they feel immune to repercussions
I've always felt it was wrong to hit a woman, but in some of these circumstances it's hilarious to see the shocked look on their face when they get slapped after 20 minutes of screeching and property damage. It's like reality is reconfiguring in front of their eyes and they don't know how to respond to itThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-11-30 at 4:55 AM UTC in Angst of Post-Industrial Man under Late Capitalisma gaping void
highly poetic
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2018-11-30 at 4:53 AM UTC in Angst of Post-Industrial Man under Late Capitalism
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2018-11-11 at 11:06 PM UTC in The real reason why §m£ÂgØL hitchhikes everywhereHe flew on a plane once. I know because I was there.
Overnight from Montana to Colorado. we were set to hit Denver at 6am local time. I boarded the plane and took my place in coach. Aisle seat three rows back from the front. I arrived early and was first after the preboarders so I watched the procession file in. Typical Midwest trash. Ruffled suits and business casual jeans. Among them I saw a short, stout bespeckled spic in amongst the trash. His chubby face familiar to me, I watched him prance by with a bounce in his step. I stared at my tray tables placed in the fully upright position and pondered my involuntary recollection.
§m£ÂgØL
I turned my head a full 180 to look behind and saw he was also seated on the aisle a mere 2 rows back. I turned to the front and waited for boarding to finish while I concocted my plan
The Captain made his announcements and the stewardesses demonstrated the flotation devices. During this §m£ÂgØL looked entirely uninterested, instead seeming to stare at the runway outside at the air traffic controllers milling around. The plane took off with §m£ÂgØLs face grinning from ear to ear as his man titties bounced from the turbulence.
I watched the stewardess make her rounds asking if any drinks were on order and I heard a squeaky, slightly Hispanic voice squeal "diet Dr pepper please"
"oh, let me just make sure we have it." §m£ÂgØLs face looked brimming with curious optimism. This was clearly his favorite drink.
"Here it is" the stewardess said as she look out a small plastic cup and handed the $6 can to §m£ÂgØL. He lapped it up ferociously.
when the stewardess made her way up my end I ordered a whiskey neat and Dr pepper delivered to the man on the aisle two rows back. Told her to say it was from a friend. §m£ÂgØL looked up, midway through drawing a picture of a horse he saw once which looked exactly like every other horse he had ever seen, to the waitress presenting him with another elixer to slide down his throat, fizzy and satisfying. I finished my drink as I heard the pop of his can. I knew I had to move quickly and carefully.
I scanned the plane for those most likely to use the bathroom. The late night trajectory of the flight meant few kids about. Most were pretty dazed, reading, listening to music and sitting with their eyes closed. §m£ÂgØL looked wired and intently drawing his horse on the tray table, his tongue poking out with feverish intensity. He was adequately distracted and the other plane passengers bladders looked intact. I had to get into position. I moved as quickly to the bathroom as I could and shut the door without locking.
I quickly disrobed, taking my button up, undershirt and trousers off in seconds. Socks and shoes next, placing them on the vast change table opposite the toilet. In the mirror I caught a delicious look at my face. My heart beating with anticipation I stood awaiting the manchild I was anticipating, potentially risking discovery from any sleet eyed traveller feeling the call of nature late at night. When my heart felt as if it were about to explode I heard a knock.
Two raps. I prayed it was whom I was so eagerly awaiting, my pole at half last already, I felt it rise as the door opened and I found myself face to face with the dumpy four eyed Mexican I had been so hotly anticipating. I gathered him in my horrible arms by his Rob Paul 2012 campaign shirt and without so much as a small cry managed to close and lock the bathroom door.
I ripped his shirt down the middle at the neck. The look of sheer terror on his face was delightful and I allowed him to turn to the door. Bad move. I grabbed the back of his greasy Mexican mane and led his head over the toilet bowl. With my right hand I pulled his sweatpants to the floor. He started to squeal and tremble and I moved my left from his hair to his mouth. "Don't say a word or you'll be going out the toilet chute boy, you're my little piggy and I'm goin to turn you into bacon." He trembled while nodding his head twice. I wasted no time in thrusting my rock hard member into his puckered and already gaping ass. Someone had clearly been hoping for something like this. §m£ÂgØL squealed in pain like someone burned with a hot pan. I grunted at his weakness.
I thrust again even harder and he closed his eyes and winced in pain, almost biting my hand. I moved my hands to either side of his cheeks, fishhooking his mouth and pulling back with each forward thrust. His cries were becoming audible with his new air cavity so I told him to shut up you disgusting little piggy. I told him I was taking him to the slaughterhouse and he tried his best to contain his elated whimpers. The bitch was still too loud.
I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled his head to mine. "you like it up the poop chute do you?" I whispered.
"yes sir" gulped §m£ÂgØL.
"Lift the seat up"
I shoved his fat arms and face down into the blue sanitation chemicals lurking under the seat while still inside him. I positioned myself behind him and spread his cheeks to their widest while smashing my thighs into his chubby Mexican ass. The smacking Getting louder and louder with added intensity as §m£ÂgØL could scream his elated cries into the toilet bowl "yes daddy" "Oh God Yes" "Si Si Senor" made a hollow echo from the bottom of the bowl.
"Is everything all right in there?" asked the stewardess from outside the bathroom.
"Oh yes, just having a real growler" I said without missing a thrust. This gave the little sneak a chase to move his blue stained hand to outside the toilet and rub his short bent dick for a few seconds before I felt his body tense up with ejaculation onto the bathroom floor.
"You piece of shit" I growled "I didn't say you could do that."
"I'm sorry I'm sorry" came his cries from beneath the bowl. I gripped his love handles and mashed his anus into my cock as he squealed in pain. I pulled his love handles again and lead his head from the toilet to the bathroom floor.
On his knees he winced, seemingly asking permission to look at me. "Do it" I said. He proceeded careful of looking at me. Working his mouth over the bulbous end of my cock and working the shaft with his blue hand. He sucked like it was for the value of his own soul, gagging as I grabbed him by the one spot on his head and face that wasn't covered with the blue toilet chemicals. I looked down and say some on my cock. I yanked his head away and beat my cock into his left eye. "Look what you've done" I said. "I'm sorry I'm sorry" §m£ÂgØL said studying the blue marks that his face and hand had left. I grabbed his greasy dirty chubby Mexican hair and shoved his head into my cock again. He made a sound like regurgitating a chicken bone underwater. I worked his throat until it was adequately penetrated then pulled out and used my hand to work the end as §m£ÂgØLs eyes looked at my handicraft in respectful awe. I beat him across his fat Mexican cheeks with it and he closed his eyes. "keep your eyes open bitch" I said "A real man dies with his eyes open" I worked the end as I looked down and caught §m£ÂgØL playing with his tiny penis again. I kneed him in the face quickly and he covered it with his hand as he wailed.
"Are you sure everything's alright in there?" the same stewardesses voice chimed through the door.
"Shut up it's so close to out" I yelled. I reached down and removed §m£ÂgØLs hand from his eye, reapplied it to my cock and shot my hot steamy jizz into his already swollen eye. I exhaled deeply and moved my cock over to his right eye now which I also filled with hot cum. §m£ÂgØL looked frightened and bewildered but had his tongue poking out with the same intensity he had used in his work of art back in his seat. I exhaled deeply and said "Now clean me up §m£ÂgØL"
He looked shocked and looked upon my face for the first time. it was a look of reverence, respect and admiration. He stayed on his knees as he wet paper towels and used them to clean the blue goo from my mid section even as blue goo and semen was currently drying upon his.
"How did you know my name?"
"I know a lot of things."
"I bet you do"
"Now dress me"
he reached to the back of the changing table. I kneed him in the chin this time. "clean your hands first before you touch my clothes" He nodded his head solemnly and avoided my gaze. He stood up and washed his hands in the sink. I saw from behind he was bleeding but seemed not to notice or care. His legs were quivering and in the mirror I could see a faint smile beneath his dirty greasy Mexican 5 o'clock shadow mustache.
He took my underwear first before my socks and trousers.
"Where are you going?"
"same place as you...colorado"
"well maybe..."
"No, I don't think so, this was a one time thing kid."
I buttoned my shirt up and he looked at me, on the floor, still with his sweatpants at his ankles. "What do you do?" he asked. An open ended question answered a myriad of ways.
"I'm a long haul truck driver. What I just did to you I do to hitchhikers I meet all over this continent" §m£ÂgØL licked his lips and looked up at me hopefully.
"I feel like I just became part of the Mile Deep Club" he said rubbing his swollen anus.
"Shut the fuck up §m£ÂgØL" I replied "In one minute I'm going to leave this bathroom and you're going to try to clean yourself up to look like less of a Mexican piece of shit and then wait 3 minutes and then quietly return to your seat and never speak of this to anyone or I will kill you."
"How long is three minutes?"
"180 Mississippi's"
"Ok, thank you" §m£ÂgØL said, possibly for telling him how long three minutes was or possibly for the whole encounter.
"§m£ÂgØL, shut up" I said and quickly exited the bathroom. I made a beeline for my seat and sat down as quietly as I could. I called the stewardess over and distracted her with small talk as I ordered another glenfiddich and I saw §m£ÂgØL slink by behind her on his way to his seat. Torn shirt and smiling from ear to ear with blue patches over his face and shoulders. He looked right at me and as I glared at him he put his head down and tried to lose his smile. As we landed I made my way directly to the airport bar. I knew §m£ÂgØLs eyes were on the back of my head as I exited ahead of him and out of his life.
In the bar I made small talk with a cute young dental hygienist from Seattle named Brandi. After a few drinks I asked her if she felt any pleasure seeing her patients wriggle in pain and close their eyes struck with fear? She laughed and said no thinking I was joking. Things changed between me and Brandi then. I looked for anyone else who looked moderately attractive or interesting and came up short. As I made my way to outside the terminal I looked over at the baggage carousel and saw a lone Mexican figure sitting on a ninja turtles bookbag like a small boy waiting for a parent to come home. He sighed and looked around, his poor Mexican eyesight missing my visage from the far exit doors. He was waiting to see if I had checked a bag and was now the last person waiting for someone that would never show up.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and there were dice in the mirror. I wondered if he would ever adopt a lifestyle which would cause him to interact with long haul truck drivers on a daily basisThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!- DontTellEm,
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