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You can’t respect women. You have to think she’s a born imbecile. Then when she does something stupid or infuriating you can say: she’s just a woman. I expect nothing of her but to be a beautiful moron. An incubator for my children. Something they’ll replace some day with a genetically modified donkey. A warm bag with tubes. What I expect of myself is to fund everything, know everything, do everything. Save her from herself. From her stupid decisions. Maintain everything constantly, while she drives to Erewhon with no insurance one hand on the wheel the other texting. She comes at you with some passionate argument and you think oh she’s PMSing. She just needs some dick. And she feels the same about me. I’m a smelly violent ape with no aesthetic sense. I dress like a child. She thinks I’m an imbecile. She has to take care of me. Save me from myself when I fly into rages, stress over money. I explain dollar cost averaging into the S & P 500. Listen if I die you have to do this. God dammit are you listening or should I just tell the dog. And she says: you are insane. She knows you’rean imbecile in ways you can’t see yourself. Because they’re the water. The things you think are flaws she doesn’t notice. She doesn’t know what Norwood is. I’m a maniac ruled by moods and hormones. Everything I feel vanishes when a teaspoon of liquid squirts out of my balls. And I don’t have to tell an AI support bot I’ll torture and kill the CEO and his children over a hotel refund. How can she tolerate me. And she’s an imbecile. She should not be allowed to vote or own property. I had to go to a government hearing for work. There was a section for public comment. A man affected by health policy talked about his wife losing her speech and dying slowly, horribly. And he quit his job to care for her. Feeding her and cleaning her. I went in her room. Thank God she was awake, and I said come here I have to hold you for a minute. I have to hold you and smell your hair and look at you.

I really don’t understand true greed. If I was worth $1 trillion, you’d have to physically stop me from solving as many of the world’s problems as possible. Everyone would have a home, food on the table, proper healthcare, happiness. I just don’t get it.

"You should write laws for black people. Don't group us in with everybody else." Kamala Harris, nodding: "That's right"

Black woman is encouraging people online to “see the judge” overseeing the Karmelo Anthony trial.

My son's elite private high school school held graduation last week. There were roughly 100 kids in the graduating class. Lots of extremely bright kids. Probably 20 IB diplomas. And maybe a dozen of those kids were Cum Laude Society too, including my son. These kids are incredibly smart and hard working. They had straight A's throughout high school, at an elite school, in the most challenging curriculum and earned the highest SAT scores. Out of the entire class, there was only one student who was accepted into an Ivy League school. One. But he didn't earn an IB diploma. He wasn't Cum Laude Society. Or on the Head Master's List. He is a great kid. And I'm happy for him. This isn't, in any way, a criticism of him. But, you already know -- he had something none of the highest achieving kids had. Something has gone terribly wrong with our society when the very brightest kids are systematically barred from the most elite academic colleges in the country. And especially when the board of the school and its staff see absolutely nothing wrong with this outcome. In fact they will, undoutably, call me a bigot -- again. But when will they fight for our sons? They won't. Our sons are the wrong color. P.S. In the middle of the ceremony, the American flag left of the stage fell over and hit the ground. The school's headmaster picked it up. But he didn't know how to fix the mount. So, he just stood it back up and let it fall over again. Twice. Finally a man who was obviously a former member of the armed services came over and, standing at attention, held the flag upright. Tells you 100% everything you need to know about the headmaster and the culture of that school.

Ok, but SERIOUSLY… this is the average dating app experience. Nothing in her bio…then this for answers. Does anyone have any insight here?? Am I missing some vital key component to enjoyable conversation?? Is it me, or is it just the dating pool?