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A guy wearing a palestine flag will call confederate flags a symbol of retarded inbred losers who lost a war
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(With a mouth full of food and showing my phone to a coworker)
Thats gigafly. He is gigachads friend.
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The whore does not understand love, because the whore does not offer love. She sells sex.
Therefore, the whore sees a fantasy about a pretty girl who is desirable, and she cannot understand that this sexual desire is a part of the fantasy, not the whole thing.
She does not understand that the fantasy is not about sex alone, but about what is missing from the sexuality of modernity.... love.
She can only see the sex.
Therefore, she offers up a form of the fantasy, for money. But she does not understand, cannot understand, that she has grotesquely distorted the fantasy and removed what made it appealing in the first place.
Men want something she can't sell or even offer, because she does not have it. She cannot love. Because she is a whore. She cannot even make men feel loved, no matter how fine her acting skills, because she and they both know that she has presented them with a bill for her services.
She thinks, has habitually thought, that because men pay her for her services, she is offering them what they want. She is not. She offers only a pale substitute, which they will take if they must, but never be content with.
Despite what the more prudish among us may believe, most societies will always need a small percentage of whores, for the consolation of men who cannot find love, and for those who are so wealthy and powerful that they dare not gamble on it.
But we live in a civilization which has been subverted by sick ideologies.
Women are taught they must do nothing for men, care nothing for men, give nothing to men, suffer nothing for the sake of men, give no respect to men, and never, never, never obey a man.
And our politicians, even those who call themselves conservatives, will stop at nothing to take opportunity, wealth, power, status, and honor from men, and to give them to women and foreigners, leaving those men unable to attract love even if there were women both worthy of love and able to offer it.
And, so, at last, surrounded by women who cannot love, and by women who do nothing to inspire it, by women who are fat, disfigured by self-neglect, covered in impulsive and ugly tattoos, drug-addicted, promiscuous, hateful, entitled, socially and politically insane... what did men do?
They created dreams of women who were feminine, beautiful, and passionately devoted.
And the whores, who could not even understand love, much less offer it, immediately tried to enrich themselves by defacing those dreams.
Men were not amused.
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Ive never felt such rage before as knowing that an entire country's economy was being propped up by exploting mine
🚨 #BREAKING: Indian stock market crashes, investors worry that "shit hit the fan"
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Seriously? This strawman again? Practically no one is demanding for TF2 to receive the same level of attention as Deadlock. What we are demanding is that it receive the same level of attention as any other game that generates tens of millions of dollars in revenue each year. You're misinterpreting the (rightfully) embittered fans of TF2 and CS as demanding equal treatment, when we just want SOMETHING meaningful beyond more money makers.
As for TF2, a game that earns this much money should not be neglected to the extent it has been. I don't think need to remind everyone of the bullshit this game has been through and continues to go through. Cheaters, mediocre to outright broken content selections, broken matchmaking, a hilariously bloated map pool with practically zero quality control, a laundry list of long-standing bugs that for whatever reason never get addressed, should I keep going? Yet despite all of this, Valve keeps earning from TF2 an amount of money ANY developer would be begging to make annually from a live service title.
It's funny how the "game old, move on" argument only applies to Valve, and practically no other company with old, profitable titles that are 10+ years old. The lengths some go to shield Valve from rightfully deserved criticism never ceases to amaze me. It's like saying Coca Cola could just ignore if Sprite Cherry Lime started tasting like rancid meat because that product earns a fraction of what normal Coca Cola does, and complaining about this would somehow make you the unreasonable one.
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Much like the tech industry, my neighborhood, and every Costco in America, Indians have ruined something fun.
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Me watching in horror as Solomon turns a banner trooper into a walker in the middle of our base
(his pawn reached the end of the board)
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Solomon is so fucking cool, and I love Jamaican reps so much. Been walking around the house yellin shit like “pussyclaat rat rem stealin da sinners, rasclaat shiv one shottin me on blue”
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'Twas the night before The Update, when all through the flat, Not a creep was stirring, not even a rat;
The posters were hung by the sinner with care, In hopes that St. Yoshi soon would be there;
The chudlings were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of Shiv nerfs danced in their heads;
When out at Valve HQ, there was a clatter, And posted on Twitter was a big pizza platter;
Away to my desktop I flew like a flash, And boot up my PC to download the patch;
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, my launch was hit with "error: wait another year";
I wander into the Atrium and look with amaze, As I peer out the window to spot a green sleigh;
With a green dino, so small and so free, I knew in a moment he must be St. Yoshi;
More rapid than gooners, his developers came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, IceFrog! now, Hopoo! now Santos and Zorin! On, Steve! on, Bradley! on, Dunn and Maren!";
So up to the housetop the devlopers they flew with the sleigh, full of new characters, and St. Yoshi too;
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and dancing of each of Silver's hooves;
Down the chimney St. Yoshi shouts "Ho Ho!" equipped with a feather to tickle my nose.;
A bundle of reskins he had flung on his back, And he looked like a modder had just uploaded a pack;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the patchnotes and left with a smirk;
And laying both his paws aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave them a holler, And locked them back in their chains and collars;
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight— “Happy Patch Day to all, and to all a good night!”







































