/siberia/ - Off-topic

Lickspittles of the bourgeoisie, my name is Vladimir, and I despise every single one of you. All of you are obese, infantile liberals who waste every crucial moment of their day staring mouth agape at absurd artwork. You are everything reactionary in the world. Honestly, have any of you ever done any praxis? It might be stimulating to mock others because of one's own shortcomings, but all of you bring it to the highest stage. Your "theory" and "practice," if it can even be called that, manages to somehow be even more Onanistic than that of agent-provocateurs like Father Gapon. Attempt to pen a counter-revolutionary screed about me. You are unlikely to do any damage. I was on the editorial board of Iskra, and I was fond of lifting weights and hunting while I was in exile in Siberia. What sporting life have you, other than "masturbating to lewd oriental woodcuts"? I am an accomplished professional revolutionary, and my wife is similarly dedicated to the overthrow of the bourgeoisie (She just wrote a scathing review of your liberal imbecility, it was rather illuminating). You are all minions of reaction who ought to fall on your swords immediately. We are thankful for the liberation of the working class. Photograph enclosed: it is my wife and I.

Are groups like la cosa nostra anti-imperialist by sabotaging the imperial core from within? Should we be critically supporting organised crime?

Look at any chud - they'll be ugly and emasculated (not feminine). Chuds also almost always grow up in same-sex households (mother, grandmother), or with a cuck father. These factors affect the chud's psyche, turning them into monsters.
First of all, chuds are autoandrophiles - they like to portray themselves as muscular, naked men (gigachads, for example), which may also be a latent homosexuality. They also like to try to act like alphas in real life, but they overdo it and look ridiculous (like Andrew Tate).
That's why chuds are so obsessed with MtFs (not without the help of propaganda, of course) - they're horrified by the fact that someone could voluntarily reject their masculine appearance, which the chud never even had. Chuds also have castration anxiety, so they are again obsessed with MtFs and often Jews (due to circumcision).
Well, as per the classics, chuds hate women only because they don’t give them sex.

Did you wish your parents a merry christmas yet?

Sauron was a progressive bourgeois revolutionary. ☝️ This is what the elves won't tell you.

Is Santa real? And if so then how come he gives more presents to rich kids?

Other than my grandmas house it was probably a no kings protest I went too filled with boomers holding pro-Biden signs… I don’t even think liberal-lumpen Zoomers and millennials like Biden…

I used to be an edgy autist as a teen and I'm beginning to socialize with more nice but still weird ppl in my 20s, and I feel like an imposter among them and too cold on the inside to stay around them for long
I have no one to talk about this with, and I don't care for any of you, so I just wanted to offload it onto you

Do I pass as MENA?
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rice shower assassinated charlie kirk with support from her two girlfriends mihono bourbon and haru urara during the american comeback tour at utah valley university

On July 13, 2024, in Butler, Pennsylvania, history nearly diverged into parody.

The Butler Farm Show Grounds had been transformed into a temporary shrine to American politics. An advance team had prepared the stage days earlier, generators humming in the open field. Dave McCormick, the Republican nominee for Senate, was set to appear alongside the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, Donald J. Trump. The campaign had pinned its hopes on Pennsylvania’s 19 electoral votes, and thousands gathered in the summer heat to bear witness.

They did not know three Japanese horse girls had infiltrated the event with a rifle.

From a rooftop overlooking the farm show grounds, Mihono Bourbon lay prone with machine-like focus, calculating bullet trajectories as though analyzing a training sprint. Haru Urara crouched beside her, legs kicking idly like she was waiting for her turn in dodgeball. Rice Shower held the rifle, fingers trembling against the trigger, cursed by fate to forever be the tragic instrument of disappointment.

“Target acquired,” Bourbon intoned. “Presumptive Republican nominee located. Probability of successful elimination: 87.3%.”

“Ehehe~! I don’t know what any of that means, but let’s go, Rice!!” Haru chirped, as if encouraging a teammate at a relay race.

“B-but… this is the President—no, um, the nominee—ahhhh, I’m going to ruin this, I know it…” Rice whimpered.
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