Iranians in their thousands dying of pure cringe.

Fluoride has a special property that causes people’s low IQ levels to be confirmed.

Calling unnecessary circumcision of boys “genital mutilation” sounds frivolous because it makes it sound like you’re placing it alongside FGM in terms of its effects and severity. But it is nevertheless genital mutilation, by just about any definition you care to put forward. The men living in the non-circumcision-crazed countries of the world aren’t constantly having their blackened rotten cocks drop off from all the dick disease they’re allegedly exposed to by having an intact penis, so I don’t understand why you would feel the need to do this to your kid without a specific medical reason (of which there are very few that require surgical removal of the skin).

“But if you don’t wash it, it gets dickcheese!” and the solution to that is slicing the fucking skin off of it? The clue is in the warning: wash it. Teach your sons to care for their wilberts. Telling them to lather up their bellend in the shower is hardly something that needs prompting anyway.

Personal/intimate hygiene should be part of regular schooling. Not even as part of sex ex, just “how to care for your vessel” kinda shit. Don’t drink to excess, walk and move at least 10 minutes a day, stay away from illegal drugs, be careful with prescription drugs, and wash your bastard stinksausage.

I liked Starfield (I even 100%ed the achievements on Steam). I also loved No Man’s Sky long before the shift in pubic sentiment towards it, so maybe I’m just weird. But if you’re reading this and thinking “this guy wouldn’t know a good game if it shat a voxel-based turd onto his chest”, you’re WRONG. I also loved MindsEye. So there.

Even the freebies that I want to play, I almost never play through Epic, and usually wait until I get another copy on Steam. The overall experience of playing a game through Epic is just… bleugh.

I think I’ve only completed one game on Epic, Layers of Fear 2. The other stuff I’ve played has essentially been like playing a demo, to see if it’s worth adding to my Steam wishlist. That’s how subtractive to the enjoyment of gaming Epic is.

I also just dislike their practice of exclusivity and feel uncomfortable supporting it with my wallet. At least with Ubisoft, EA and Rockstar, it’s only their own games they wall off like that, and they almost always have a Steam-connected version so there’s at least the illusion of having everything in one place. Epic is a black hole. I don’t even remember the games that have been or are still exclusive there, because I just never encounter any information about them apart from occasional news articles about how unprofitable they’ve been even after X-number of years. It’s kinda sad, for the devs who work hard on something for years and 8 people play the fucker.

Sandra, cancel my 1 o’clock.

I only care about other people dying. Not afraid of my own death at all, except in how I know it will affect others. If I knew no one would care or remember that I existed, I’d skip to my death like I’m off to see the Wizard.

Being not alive is not even another state of being. There is nothing to do the “being” on either side of alivetude. It’s not like, once dead, you’re now in Phase 3 of beingosity (the first two phases being pre-alive and alive). Your energy and nutrients will serve other purposes, but we’re talking about consciousness here, and that is as fragile and malleable as a flaccid penis, and as temporary and fleeting as a decent erection.

A way I like to conceptualise it is with this thought experiment:

Everyone on Earth has the power of telepathy, except you. You try to explain what not being able to read or transmit thoughts is like, and the other people who do have telepathy are struggling to grasp it. “Is it like a dial tone? Or is it maybe the ambient silence when you’re in a room with nothing making noise, like the sound of your own bodily vibrations?” and you have to be like “no, it’s none of those things, because those things are all still imagining the presence of a sensory platform that just doesn’t exist in me. It’s not a faulty telepathy, it’s complete absence of it that doesn’t hint at its own absence, there is no telepathy hole in my brain that I can finger, it’s all solid and complete as far as my sense of self is concerned”.

Death is nothing to be afraid of. Your fears and anxieties around it are all supposing the ability to retain hindsight once the process is completed, like you’ll watch the party continue without you and that you’ll miss out on things that would make you happy. You’re simply projecting yourself forward in time, perhaps imagining yourself in some weird paralysed state, uninvolved in life, but still there. You’ll have no framework within which to experience experience. So fuckin’ relax and enjoy yourself and try to make everyone else’s ride as nice as you can. That’s literally all there is to it.

Oh, and MILF porn.

I don’t think it’s necessary, even from a story perspective (the game does a great job of filling in the blanks for you). It’s definitely worth playing Portal 1 though, it’s a fantastic game with perfect design even nearly 20 years later. I mean apart from engine and graphics tech, I don’t think the game could be improved upon much. Same is true for Portal 2.

Another thing about Portal 1’s story is that it’s barely there at all. Almost all of it is incidental to the puzzles, and the story that is there is either passive exposition from the antagonist, or some very minimal environmental stuff. With that in mind, you could easily get yourself up to speed on the story going into Portal 2 just by glancing at a one or two paragraph summary, maybe with a couple of screenshots (you could probably convey everything in the story in one sentence if you’re creative with the punctuation). Portal 2’s story is much more fleshed out and interesting, though.

Portal 1 is so old and undemanding that you could probably run it smoothly inside a VM even on a meagre PC. I don’t know what OS you’re running, but I presume it’s not Windows?

The Vatican could probably wipe out just about any government on Earth if it wanted to. They’ve got billions of sleeper agents all over the world who’d do whatever it tells them, many of them in the very governments they want to destroy. “The US has threatened to destroy Catholicism. You know what you need to do!” and suddenly everyone from mafiosos to Irish grannies to couch fuckers would be booking flights to Mar-a-Lago.

The first rule of the internet I ever encountered back in the mid-90s was “don’t feed the trolls”. We’ve lost that piece of philosophy along the way, and now we all actively engage with cunts instead of just blocking them and moving on. Oblivion is the ultimate tool for dealing with anonymous people who behave like fuckheads. It’s a win for them if you respond to their provocations, so just don’t. Don’t be posting shit like “I know you’re trolling, but…” just don’t even acknowledge them. Block/report/move on. It’s really that simple. The simplest remedy is also the most effective. How cool is that? We just have to tell our limbic systems, because the urge to engage is overwhelming sometimes. But take pleasure in sending these bastards into the abyss, enjoy hitting that block button and growing your blocklist. Look at your blocklist from time to time, and bask in the glory of it. Delight in how many people have been stopped dead in their tracks from ever bothering you again. Get excited when you see a new cunt emerge, and how much fun it will be to add them to the list.

As for ‘reply guys’ and general pissiness from curmudgeons (that is, people who are dickish but not actually harassing you) you can simply think of whatever anger or displeasure they’re expressing as being very much their problem. If they talk to you like you’re stupid, just know that they’re struggling with their own issues and that’s why they’re behaving like a stone in everyone’s shoe. Talk to them normally and without emotional language (if you need to talk to them at all), and keep in mind that anyone else who happens upon this interaction will see that you’re a reasonable and cool person and the other guy is a wanker.

If you knew the other person had a brain tumour that made them behave like a prick, you’d be much less bothered by them, but the thing is, that “brain tumour” exists in everyone. No one is really the master of their own behaviour, we’re all dragging millennia of other people’s genetic shittiness behind us, and our individual capacity to introspect and reflect on our shittiness and try to do better is also something we don’t create within ourselves, we’re all pretty much stuck with what we have, with our wiggle room for improvement being as preordained as our circulatory systems. So think of everyone as a tumour-riddled victim of circumstance and they won’t be able to hurt or annoy you anywhere near as much. Be happy that your particular tumours aren’t making you behave like a dickhead in public. It’s all about framing, just don’t let the other guy do the framing and you’re good.

Ben Shapiro, man of the people, self-made millionaire, no help or handouts, no complaints, just pure husslin’ and bustlin’, hardest worker in America, Ben Shapiro knows the value of a dollar, he knows what it’s like to struggle, but he made it through, for he is Ben “Privilegeless” Shapiro.

Is there some way I can contact, perhaps via an open letter in some x-chan dungeon, the mass shooters of tomorrow and convince them to be a little more discriminating in their target selection when they decide to go out in a hail of bullets?

It has always struck me as being the same impulse that makes hoarders do what they do. It’s just that, because the rich are hoarding wealth, which everyone sees as a desirable thing to hoard, they’re not treated like the fiending addict freaks that they are. I think it’s simply their warped personalities, rather than some Machiavellian master plan.

If you’ve ever met my dog, you’ll know why I cannot disagree with this theory 😆

Probably produces better results than snorting a line of crushed-up Ivermectin, or whatever it is RFK is suggesting these days.

The biggest, hairiest trans men need to start pinching off loaves in the women’s bathroom, preferably in groups of 4 or 5. See how long this law lasts.

Has good points… decides the best way to bring those points to the world is planting bombs.

Adam Lanza had some good points about autism (remember when he called into that radio show?). His subsequent expression of his feelings about the world was less than optimal. There’s no need to give the cunt kudos for his insights.

This is some “say what you like about Hitler, but at least he made the trains run on time!” level of vacuous.

If this one doesn’t take out Trump, I’m eating a Chinese bat myself.

At least he has the balls to show his face. Not that I think he has anything to be proud of in taking that job, but most of his colleagues are a bunch of weak frightened little cunts who cosplay as a Star Wars villain every day.

He looks like Mr. Mackey from South Park when he joined ICE, if his head were normal size.

Will it eat my memories because I’m actually kinda onboard with that.