Antipodean Bob

@CesarMarsais @GeorgeDAndrews2 what the fuck was this interaction? what's between your ears?

@GeorgeDAndrews2 Documentaries don't just give facts. They may lie or lie by omission. Primary sources of the day are best, and as sure as you can get. If you are a Southerner, I understand if you are fed up with the demonization of white Southerners by ignoramuses and malicious propogandists.

People are waking up the conclusion that the South was right. The Southern states never bothered law abiding black folks. They were left alone. But the criminal elements got dealt with in a very harsh fashion, and this was for both black and white criminals. Being put on a chain gang for a few years will get your attention to start behaving yourself.

@QuasLacrimas Republican gerrymandering: "Here's a neat little regional map that's 38R/3D with all R districts Trump +20" Democrat gerrymandering: "BEHOLD THE 28 50.01D/49.99R TENDRILS OF YOG-SOTHOTH!"

@TeePolitics @Hayydar_ and it was christ

@AntipodeanBob @Hayydar_ Indeed the Messiah will be king, but there’s only the One ☝️ and he sent humanity perfection in the form of Muhammad, peace and blessings upon him.

He ﷺ is the complete human, the perfect human, neither beyond man nor above him, but a man from men, the most human human a human can be, all human action a reflection of his ﷺ humanity. Before Adam, there was Muhammad ﷺ, the new Adam, and the Adam before Adam, the perfect man

@FLmanramblings @MegatronDon1986 israeli or?

@MegatronDon1986 Not sure anything I say would convince you of that. But whether I’m American or not (which I am), my point still stands.

I think we need to reinstitute a mandatory draft in the US. The American male has lost all notion of what it means to be man.

That’s right, sweetie. Millions.

@JOSEPH45075332 @leevalueroach his facial expressions

@leevalueroach My only question is how the deli owners know him, if they’ve never served him and he’s never been inside 🤔

The deep value investor owns 43 pairs of identical khaki pants because he bought them in 2011 when a regional department store chain was liquidating at 22 cents on the dollar and he calculated that, at his expected rate of pant-wear, 43 pairs would last him until he was 81, at which point, actuarially, he would no longer need pants. He has worn the same pair of New Balance 608s since 2014. He owns three of them. When the current pair wears out he rotates to the next one. He refers to this as his "shoe ladder." He has explained the shoe ladder to his wife exactly once, in 2016, and she has not asked about footwear since. He drives a 2009 Honda Civic with 310,000 miles on it. He has been offered, by three separate neighbors, the opportunity to buy their newer cars at generous prices. He has declined each time on the grounds that the Civic is "not done compounding its utility." He does not know what this means. Nobody knows what this means. He says it with the confidence of a man who has not been contradicted since the second Clinton administration. He eats lunch at his desk every day. The lunch is a peanut butter sandwich. He makes twelve of them on Sunday evening and freezes them. He has calculated the per-sandwich cost at 34 cents. He has calculated the per-sandwich cost of the deli across the street at $11.50. He refers to the deli as "the yield destroyer." The people who work at the deli know who he is. They have never served him. He has never been inside. He has simply walked past the window, one time, in 2018, and the per-sandwich arithmetic lodged in his brain and has not left. He owns one suit. He bought it in 1999 for a wedding. He has worn it to 14 funerals, three weddings, and every annual meeting of every company he has ever invested in. The suit is dark gray. It has been re-hemmed twice. He believes the suit has at least 20 more years in it. He is probably correct. His entire personality is a single coherent system for converting small, constant, almost invisible acts of refusal into capital, and the capital is now $11 million, and he will not spend any of it, because spending it would break the system that produced it, and the system is the only thing he has ever loved, and the system loves him back, in the only way a system can, which is by continuing to work.

@randomshit24X7 @SkGpt3 @ObviousUniverse @RepVenkat @POTUS you're not asian. asians are yellow, you are brown. stop trying to steal valor

@SkGpt3 @ObviousUniverse @RepVenkat @POTUS You dumb fucks will lose your jobs to Asian cows too😂😂

The Indian- and Chinese-American communities contribute positively to PA and our nation every day. To imply that they do not integrate is racist, plain and simple. As our first and only Indian-American State Rep, I condemn this ignorant and dangerous statement from @POTUS.

@benonwine hanged*

The police officers involved in this case should be fired.

Remember this little Scottish shield maiden?? 🚨🚨UPDATE: ⚠️⚠️The full context has emerged in court You may remember the 12-year-old Scottish girl who faced criticism after being seen holding an axe and knife while confronting a man. As her case is now heard in court, the full story is coming out. The man in question, Ilia Belov, is alleged to have told the child: “Come here sexy. I will show you how to have a good time”. It’s also claimed he had been harassing her and her friends all aged 12 to 14 while they waited at a bus stop. When the group spoke up for themselves, he is said to have physically assaulted them. CCTV evidence reportedly captures Belov attacking the girl and pushing her to the ground. This case is still ongoing. Let’s remember: we only had part of the picture before. Now the context explains why this child felt she needed to defend herself. Had to protect herself as the police would do fuck all.

Adopting Claude speak in my regular life, episode 1: Partner: Did you do the dishes tonight? Me: Yes they're done. Partner: Why are they still dirty? Me: You're right to push back. I didn't actually do them.

@DVanLangenhove @HarmlessYardDog have they tried [redacted] the police

When migrant gangs terrorise your neighbourhood for years, police say they can’t do anything. When you protest the arrival of 110 new migrants in your neighbourhood, this is how the same police responds.

Yesterday, graphics on illegal immigration into the country went viral. So we built one for legal immigration. 6.9M Department of Labor LCA filings, required by law before H-1B petitions are filed. 11 years. Every red dot is a filing for an Indian to be hired instead of you.

@Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ you have to wash your hands after when you wipe with your hand

@AntipodeanBob @Scearpo @chrysippus___ Look who’s here you dirty shit

akdenize kıyısı olup da yemek yapmayı bilmeyen tek topluluk fransızlar.

@CEBKCEBKCEBK @Read_Acted sounds like an argument for immigration

@CEBKCEBKCEBK @Read_Acted fun post, i will reread the book, but this lost me: "He wanted us to dream of exporting our decaying shrill administrative superstitions to the world, rather than importing their land & vitality to rejuvenate what could’ve been our immortal visionary individualist empire"

Dracula is a novel about doxxing. “The Count” is an Eastern European autodidact anglophile shut-in, with odd social tics & sexual proclivities, who collects & treasures old books on all sorts of topics—from politics & law to business & science—& worships modernization, & sends messages by post & wire across the decadent western world, in hopes of attracting some foppish emissaries from its core, whom he can use to influence his way into the center of modernity, to revitalize it before it grows prematurely old. The story covers his use of lawyers, language, records, railways, & other such modern tools to exchange his decaying inheritance for property in London, & ship his body & homeland soil there, so he can take local women & mix their blood with his, so his thus rejuvenated old blood & soil can make real use of the modern wealth & power that has made its own elite core subjects into effete superstitious hysterics. Consider who Dracula faces opposition from: -the over-educated cuckold credentialist van Helsing “MD, PhD, DLitt, etc” whose wife is “dead to [him], but alive by Church’s law, though no wits, all gone,” & yet who is “faithful husband to this now-no-wife”—because though she’s also in some sense undead at least she’s also boring & pathetic—& who relishes pompous obfuscation so much that he causes one of his friends to die rather than tell them why he’s putting up garlic to protect them; -literal schoolmarm Lucy Westenra, who makes 3 weak men propose to her on the same day, tries to accept all 3, then whines for them to remain friends with each other & with her even after she just picks the rich one, because she’s just ever so modern & liberated (she then immediately & repeatedly seeks out intimate midnight encounters with Dracula, demands attention & support from all her simps for how tired & sore these ordeals leave her, & abandons them anyway for the nightlife); -the podcaster therapist Dr John “Jack” Seward MD, who literally institutionalizes the sensitive young man R M Renfield for eating “too much” meat—Renfield’s “crazy” belief in the health benefits of “excessive” animal protein consumption is explicitly & repeatedly likened to vampirism (so he eats bugs instead while he’s forced into treatment for this)—& who records interviews with his patients on phonographs for distribution (he also larps as a real doctor to simp hard for Lucy, even though she rejected his proposal, when she needs help recovering from her nightly affairs with Dracula); -Mina Harker, who compulsively collects & arranges & copies everyone’s records of everything, to create the novel we read—which is entirely composed of chronologically ordered journals, journalism, letters, logs, etc (because she’s worried that vampires are using intelligence & agency & charisma to gaslight them)—in order to dox Dracula’s location & report on him to all kinds of relevant authorities for various technicalities (when her pathetic simpy superstitious groupthink doxing network uses her secretarial work to trap the romantic individualist she journals “Oh it did me good to see the way that these brave men worked. How can women help loving men when they are so earnest, and so true, and so brave! And, too, it made me think of the wonderful power of money!"); -& the rest of their goofy little goody-two-shoes gang fits nicely into this mold (a self-pitying “cute & sad” trust fund ally, a beta clerk who keeps putting himself in compromising positions so he can get dommed by male & female vamps, a white knight who dies “nobly” simping in transparently try-hard cucked ways, etc). The novel clearly contrasts domesticated Western Europe’s over-socialized modern discipline with Eastern Europe’s backward slapdash animalism. But most seem to assume—wrongly—that Dracula’s just emergent from, or perhaps even behind, this eastern backwardness, when actually he’s the synthesis: the only independent character, with independent interests, rather than superstitious hysterias; a force of nature who can thus force others to naturally follow his lead (he has extreme skill in domesticating animals, & he’s thus able to keep the domesticated men who administer ships, trains, inspections, commerce, realty, science, tech, etc on track for his transcendent goals, until the bugmen hack their own hive’s petty protocols into canceling him for MeToo BS). For instance, Dracula lands in Britain by hypnotizing a Russian boat captain who had already been hypnotized by English commerce, & then by further “automating” the crew, so that the “unmanned” boat can run aground in exactly the right way to let him head where he’s going—on time & with all his effects—with legal protection & logistical support from the Board of Trade & others. Likewise he brings fog & night, & roams around freely when it’s naturally dark, in the brand new capital of artificial light, while its “modern subjects” cower inside in fear of his “magic.” Many such cases. Bram Stoker intended this as a sequel of sorts to his first book—“The Duties of Clerks of Petty Sessions in Ireland”—about how Ireland should be granted “home rule” but also folded into bloodless versions of anglo-international standardized proceduralism. He wanted us to dream of exporting our decaying shrill administrative superstitions to the world, rather than importing their land & vitality to rejuvenate what could’ve been our immortal visionary individualist empire. But the immortal transcendentalists he wanted us to hate have aged much better than the faddish conformists he wanted us to follow.

@saintalien6 @Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ ok roach

@AntipodeanBob @Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ stfu racist peasant pig

@saintalien6 @Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ ok roach

@AntipodeanBob @Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ I couldn't focus because of your awful smell, man. Go wipe your ass and take a shower right away.

@elpenchoo @Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ ok roach

@AntipodeanBob @Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ Senin o ananın kara amcığını parisin boklu sokağında sikerim. Amına kodum çocuğu boklu götünle gelip bize laf mı atıyorsun.

@Cubun_Faravla @Scearpo @chrysippus___ paris is dirty because they let turks live there

@Scearpo @chrysippus___ First learn how to swipe your dirty ass. France’s only contribution to world to make parfumes to cover up their own shits😂 ah, also high heels not to step on shits on dirty streets of Paris. Look at Paris dream, full of shit 💩

@TonySeruga that cat didn't have pinned ears, didn't have an aggressive posture and blinked at him (signals no threat from cats) obviously don't trust wild animals but this is a super stupid fucking take and a warning shot would've worked great

To every single keyboard commando, ranch-owning keyboard warrior, and "scaredy-cat" PhD who flooded the comments with this masterpiece of tactical genius: Oh, bless your fragile little hearts. You watched a man on a remote trail, gun already drawn, screaming "GET BACK, MOTHERFUCKER" at a 120-pound mountain lion that was staring him down like a free all-you-can-eat buffet, ears pinned forward, teeth flashing, refusing to budge an inch — and your galaxy-brain takeaway was "warning shot, bro." A warning shot. Because in your expert opinion, formed exclusively from Call of Duty cutscenes and that one time your mom's tabby ran from the vacuum, apex predators are just big scaredy-cats who need a polite "hey, this is my trail, kthx" in the form of a 9mm skyrocket. The lion's already decided you're lunch, adrenaline is pumping, it's 20 feet away and closing, but sure — let's play Disney wildlife educator and waste the one round you might actually need while it covers that distance in a single goddamn leap. Brilliant. Darwin's watching and he's crying laughing. "Pathetic... even people who break into homes get a warning shot." My dude, burglars don't have 4-inch canines and the ability to sever your spine before you finish clicking a Yelp star. This isn't a home invasion; this is nature's home invasion, and the intruder is the 150-pound murder machine that evolved specifically to turn hikers into protein shakes. You didn't "invade her territory" — you were on a public trail minding your business while she was auditioning for the role of "Final Boss." But go off, king. Tell us more about how you'd have "postured up and been loud" while holding your phone in one hand and your balls in the other. And the absolute chef's kiss — the Texas ranch owner who's been hunting since he was 8: "This is straight pussy shit. Grow a pair." Sir, the only thing you've grown is a false sense of security from shooting paper targets and deer that don't fight back. Real talk: your entire "experience" evaporates the second something with actual claws looks at you like a value meal. This guy didn't flinch, didn't run, didn't cry for his mommy — he stood ground, gave verbal commands, kept the gun ready, and only fired when the animal made it crystal clear it wasn't leaving without a souvenir. That's not a "pussy." That's called not dying. But please, keep lecturing from your air-conditioned F-150 about how you'd have heroically scared it off with a single magical warning shot that somehow never fails, never provokes a charge, and never leaves you standing there with an empty chamber and a very angry cat. You people aren't wildlife experts. You're not even weekend warriors. You're the reason natural selection needs a group chat. The mountain lion showed more balls in 28 seconds than all of you combined have in your entire comment history. Next time a predator decides you're dinner, just remember: the guy in the video went home. You would've gone viral as "Texas Man Becomes Mountaing Lion Chow After Epic Warning Shot Fail." Stay safe out there, keyboard legends. The wilderness is already full of apex predators — it doesn't need any more from the replies. 🤡