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Certified Joeyy Enthusiast. Student of brightian Metaphysics. Harkoner of Gnomiec Runes.
Gnome Hyperborea Entrou em Ocak 2025
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My cat sits beside me when I pray at my icon wall and tonight there was a moth flying around near my flashlight so she jumped, caught it midair, ate it, then kept sitting next to me while I prayed #goated
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@ChoochSkookum You have to put her on the Rollercoaster to see if she will fall out brother
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Had we listened to McCarthy and the John Birch Society and rooted out the communist subversives within, perhaps Rhodesia would still be alive
Perhaps Detroit would not have been destroyed
Perhaps the America of the Founders would have been restored and the pinko tyranny of FDR eradicated
Instead, communism was allowed to continue subverting our nation, and so now it is gay race communism that flourishes
It all must not just be rolled back, but be destroyed root and branch alike


John Birch Society@The_JBS
@Will_Tanner_1 McCarthy was Right. The John Birch Society was Right. Pat Buchanan was Right.
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I went to In-N-Out and ordered a cheeseburger. The cashier, a calm young woman named Destiny, asked me a question I did not expect.
"You want that Animal Style?"
I paused.
I did not know what this meant. But a samurai does not admit he does not know. So I answered with weight.
"...Animal Style."
"Cool. So that's mustard-grilled, extra spread, grilled onions, pickles. Yeah?"
I understood now. This was a sacred permission. For one meal, I was being told to put down my manners at the door. To eat the way a beast eats, without shame. I had waited my whole life for someone to give me this order.
"Yes," I said. "I will become the animal."
Destiny did not blink. "...Okay. You want your fries Animal Style too?"
I stopped. Even the potatoes?
"The potatoes also become animals?"
"I mean, they get cheese and sauce and grilled onions, so..."
"Then yes. Let the potatoes abandon their restraint as well."
"...Got it." She was the calmest woman I have ever met. "3x3, 4x4, or just the one?"
I did not know these numbers, but I knew a challenge when I heard one. "How many must I face?"
"It's, like, how many patties you want."
"How many is the most honorable?"
"...Four is a lot."
"Then four. A warrior does not ask for fewer."
She wrote it down without argument. A 4x4, Animal Style, with animal fries. She warned me once, kindly. "That's gonna be huge." I told her I was counting on it.
It arrived. It was a tower. Cheese and sauce ran down my hands the moment I lifted it. There was no clean way to eat it. There was no dignified way. That was the entire point.
I ate it like a beast. Both hands, no honor, grilled onion on my chin, and I have to be honest with you, it was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.
For thirty years I have kept my manners at every table in the world.
They handed me a burger and told me to be an animal, and I have never felt so free.
So tell me, America.
The whole country knows the secret menu. What else are you hiding in plain sight?
And "Animal Style." Was I eating the animal, or finally becoming one?

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@Moesawyrd False. God created man and man descends into niggеrdom of his own twisted will
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