by Mr. Mean-Spirited
You are a failure. You were a failure the moment you were born, and there is not a fucking thing you can do about it now. A loser is not a victim of circumstances – a loser was born that way. You are the dregs of your mother’s crotch – and don’t you ever forget it.
People have always said that you will never accomplish anything, and they say that for a reason: you have no fucking initiative. All the pretending in the world is not going to change the fact that you have no gumption. You can’t even sit on the toilet long enough to empty your anus completely – you cannot even shit adequately. You can’t even blow your nose without leaving the largest nugget clinging to a hairy nostril – you cannot even pick your nose sufficiently.
If you haven’t been able to keep a job, then you are never going to find any better employment in the years to come. Let’s face it: this is the most money you are ever going to make. You came out of your mom’s cunt as a deadbeat, and nothing is ever going to change that destiny. All the motivational seminars you can afford is not going to make you any less of a failure.
You have scarcely been able to support yourself since you left your parents’ house – and now you imagine that this pattern is going to change in the future. Fuck no. If you haven’t already made yourself wealthy, then you certainly aren’t going to attain any riches in the years to come. This inability to face reality is what ensures that you will remain a loser for the rest of your life. The mark of a worthless asshole is just this sort of unwillingness to accept things as they are.
It is damn obvious that you are completely hopeless with the opposite sex. If you haven’t been able to find the woman of your dreams by this point in your life, you aren’t ever going to obtain a girlfriend in the future. If you can’t even pick-up an adequate sexual partner for the night, then it is demonstrable that something just isn’t right about you. There is a reason why you masturbate every night: no real woman could ever stand to fuck you. Desperation adheres to your personality the way that plaque is affixed to your teeth. Your soul is as filthy as your right hand.
Only a fucking moron would imagine that you can actually improve your mind. You can’t change stupid. All the self-help in the world is not going to raise your IQ one frigging point. If everyone treats you like a retard, then there might be a damn good reason for their behavior. If you own family acts like you are a frigging idiot, maybe there is an obvious explanation for their perception. If strangers speak to you slowly and simply, maybe they see you for what you are.
You can't amount to anything if you were nothing to begin with.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Global warming would be a great thing – if only it were real. Human extinction would be wonderful – if only it would occur soon. Environmental collapse is what mankind truly deserves.
Even if global warming is a hoax, we need to make it happen. Even if the planet is not heating-up, then we need to do our damnedest to bring about an environmental apocalypse.
Don’t think of our unavoidable global annihilation as a tragedy, but as an opportunity. Logically, if the world is going to end, then it makes no difference whether human beings are cruel or kind to each other. However, being personally ruinous allows you to settle scores before mankind dies out in this inevitable environmental apocalypse. Better to die smug than to die a sissy.
You aren’t going to live forever, sweetheart. If human life becomes impossible a decade after your death, it makes no difference to you. However, you can still get plenty of enjoyment by making all the environmentalists feel uncomfortable right here and now. Even if all the forests are not completely logged in your lifetime, you can still have plenty of entertainment by getting the tree-huggers all worked-up in this day and age. You can always amuse yourself by provoking the do-gooders – like shoving a stick into an anthill.
Don’t get me wrong, the environment is already fucked. Nothing can be done to make the world better. I’ve already suffered once because the earlier generation didn’t give a shit about me and polluted the entire planet. Now I am expected to give up the few comforts I have left in order that some future progeny might have it better; fuck no – that would make it so that I suffer twice. Do you take me for some frigging masochist? I owe posterity exactly what my ancestors did for me: not a goddamn thing. I want my (metaphorical) offspring to experience just as much discomfort as I have endured. Consider global warming my revenge against the future. Those pampered assholes deserve it.
And if you and your repulsive kids actually drown when sea levels rise, so much the better. If you and your repellent family starve when crops won’t grow, that is an added benefit. If you and your revolting offspring die of heat exhaustion, that is an extra blessing. If you and your repugnant toddlers perish from some new tropical disease, that is an unexpected boon.
So what if cancerous lesions from sun exposure should increase, no skin of my back. So what if the world runs out of food, something had to be done about obesity rates anyway.
Let’s get this extermination over with. What difference does it make if the earth becomes uninhabitable for your grandchildren or great-great-great-grandchildren? Either way, it’s going to end. Might as well put a halt to things right now. Let’s stop all this procrastination, and finally get the human species eradicated once and for all.
You might as well fire-up that burn barrel in your backyard – and just let that rubbish smolder. You might as well purge that old Freon from your air conditioner – and buy more fluorocarbons on the black market. You’ve surely heard that eating beef will cause the rain forests to be consumed by expanding cattle ranches – so barbecued steaks ought to be a nightly meal. You might as well warm up that luxury car of yours in the morning – and just let that motor idle. You are doing the planet a favor.
Global warming ought to fill you with a sense of personal satisfaction. By allowing your muffler to pump out as much exhaust as possible – you, too, can change the planet. This is the way the world ends – not with a bang, but with a wisp of smoke.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
After any election, there is always talk about the two factions coming together. But unifying the country is precisely what civilization does not need. All that Trump supporters really necessitate is just a plausible excuse for revenge. Traditional America ought to extract some serious vengeance. Those of you who support Donald Trump will want to extract your retaliation while the getting is good.
After having socialism shoved down each of your various orifices, all genuine Americans feel a need to set things right. The only way that the nation can move forward is to step backward. The United States should return to what it once was - rather than trying to become something better.
Consider a good dose of malice as a necessary corrective. If Social Justice Warriors had been properly disciplined as kids, then they wouldn’t have gone all leftist in the first place. Consider a good kick in the balls as a very needed reality adjustment for these Special Snowflakes.
Acting magnanimous will only be turned against you in the future. Nothing will do you more harm than acting generous toward your foes. Be spiteful right now or the liberals will spit on you in the months to come. You either get payback now or get stabbed in the back four years later. If you don't put your boot on the neck of your enemy, then your adversary will be able to stomp on your throat.
Consider the election of Donald Trump as the cultural equivalent of resetting a computer. You might lose some shit in process, but things will finally begin to function as they once did.
Keep on Trumping.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
The election of Donald Trump was worth it just to see the faces of those busy-body Democrats when they learned that they lost the election. I never thought that I would ever again see all the liberals sobbing in my lifetime. The voters rejected the idea of an “inclusive” and “big-hearted” America – and it was just wonderful to see all those altruists crying and weeping and blubbering for once more in my life. No wail sounds as wonderful as the whimper of a disappointed do-gooder. There is nothing as delicious as a humanitarian’s tears.
I have no illusions about Trump. He will be working within the Washington political system, and in a couple years, he will act like just another elected official. Donald Trump will be co-opted like every other human being. All that is factored into the vote. He will disappoint traditionalists like every other Republican. That is the whole point of the Trump campaign: a victory of scruffy realism over sterile idealism.
Donald Trump owed his victory to something new in the American electorate: whites have begun to form a voting bloc like every other ethnic group. As the remaining Anglos now become a minority within their own country, they will need a political party to represent their own interests. Like it or not, the Republican Party has become the Caucasian Party.
The election of Donald Trump demonstrates that America was just one vote away from utter damnation. We bought ourselves a 4-year reprieve from the End Times; let’s use that time wisely.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
In a multinational world, happiness is pretty much mandatory. If your somber nature isn’t technically illegal, the good citizens will react as if it is totally immoral. If being sullen isn’t actually a crime, then the altruists will attempt to make it one.
Communitarians have the attitude that there must be something wrong with you if you aren’t having fun. Mainstream citizens will think that you must have some psychological issues if you aren’t enjoying yourself. Decent folk will assume you have mental problems if you aren’t always happy.
In this multicultural community, you are required to be joyful. In a country run by rampant humanitarians, you better be cheerful if you know what’s good for you. If you want to stay out of trouble, then you better laugh at the awkward jokes of your superiors, pal. In a liberal state, a model citizen is not expect to serve in the military, as much as be constantly friendly. The bureaucrats might get offended if you don’t look content. Humanitarians don’t care if your income taxes are current as much as they want you to be continually jolly.
In a democracy, you are expected to have an appropriate look of gratitude when you go to the polls.
The louder your laugh, the lower your IQ – it is as simple as that. Something about the desire to remain happy causes the analytic portion of the cerebellum to atrophy, causes the neurons to wither away, causes the brain cells to pass into that good night. Joy makes a human being to go stupid – and the authorities rather appreciate this limited mental capacity in the population. Dumb and happy voters keep a democracy running smoothly and sleekly. Mindless and mirth-filled assholes, like all of you reading these words, is exactly what the authorities want. The happier you are, the less you will understand about what the communitarians are actually doing to you.
There is a reason why fascists sought to organize an official “Joy Division.” Happiness is tyrannical. Any focus of your life that depends on other people ends-up becoming totalitarian.
The longer your guffaw, the more you demonstrate your place in the herd. Happiness is always a measure of your successful indoctrination. The better that you are integrated into society, the bigger the smile on your face. If you aren’t perpetually happy, then you just aren’t fitting in. If you aren’t chipper, then you just don’t care about other people.
Remember how your elementary-school teachers always thought you were odd for not enjoying physical education? If you didn’t race around the playground with a constant grin on your face, you would have run the risk of being sent to the school psychologist. And if you didn’t act suitably enthusiastic during the dodge ball episode, the school counselor would have taken you into his office for a closed-door session. Just as when you are battered on the playing field, or when you are buggered in the vice principal's office – the administrators invariably expect your face to be gratefully beaming when you pull yourself up by your bootstraps.
If you don’t spend your free time waiting in line for rides at a theme park, the rest of society is going to get suspicious. The security guards will be keeping an eye on you if you aren’t strenuously amusing yourself. Your neighbors are going to think that you might be a psychopath if you don’t want to go to Disneyland on your vacation. There is a reason why the authorities take drooling retards to Disney World on field trips. Amusement parks exist to break down your uniqueness and make you one of the crowd. Buy those Mickey Mouse ears – or else.
You better be perky or the normal folk just aren’t going to think you are a nice person.
Ever notice how all the actors in broadcast advertisements are always shown to be euphoric? You see a woman scarfing down a tube of microwaved junk food – and the expression on her face makes it look as if the artificial ingredients are given her a massive orgasm. The corporate interests are not just telling you what to buy – but how to behave. Advertising teaches not so much what to acquire, but adverts train you how to act. Corporate promotions are not just about what to consume, but how to conduct yourself. A shopper is always supposed to be smiling.
Put on a happy face, cocksucker.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Any idiot can keep fighting, but it takes a certain depth of character to accept that things are hopeless. Any imbecile can remain in the trenches, but it takes particular courage to acknowledge that you are helpless. Sometimes it takes more bravery to slink away than to march into battle. Sometimes it is better to toss in the towel than to keep wiping. Sometimes it is better to blow your nose than to keep picking out chunks of snot.
Any citizen can claim to be a patriot, but you have to truly love the country to recognize that America is finished. It always takes a greater understanding of the Classics to determine that Western civilization has ended than it does to consume mass culture. It always takes more faith to acknowledge that Christianity has failed than it does to get on your knees. When there is writing on the wall, it takes a certain strength of will to keep reading to the bitter end.
You cannot look at the contemporary United States and honestly believe that it is possible to fix this mess. There is no political candidate who will kiss your hurt and make it all better. It is too far gone for that. You are not going to be hired for some new job that will ever give you the financial prosperity that you were promised in school. There is no lady out there who will ever fall in love with you and fill that emptiness in your heart. You have no future. There is nothing left for you.
Even if you were somehow able to repair the social order, are there really any citizens that are truly worth saving? Even if you were able to salvage the system, is there anyone on this planet worth the sacrifice to yourself? Would you actually give your life to protect any of your countrymen? The nation let you down; your own family screwed you over; and all your lovers have betrayed you.
You owe your race only as much as it has done for you: nothing. You are supposed to protect the same people that have continually double-crossed you? I think not. If all that women have ever done is stab you in the back, then it would only put your own life at risk to extend a helping hand. Perhaps your only real duty is to yourself.
The “black pill” is a moment of reckoning. The black pill is an awareness that there is something wrong with the social order, a something that can never be fixed. The black pill is a metaphysical apprehension that there is basic flaw to existence itself. Because of this primordial defect to life, the black pill is an understanding that all you can ever trust is your own ego. The black pill is a discernment that the only thing that matters is your own self.
The black pill is often confused with nihilism – but the black pill is not some abstract philosophical notion that life is without meaning. Quite the reverse. The black pill is a matter of practical experience, a calculation based on actual damage that has already been done to you. The black pill reveals an entire past history of harm done to you. If all the misfortunes in life were a simple result of random accident, then sheer chance would occasional throw something your way that might actually benefit you. But you never seem to get anything that helps you. The black pill is taken when you swallow your pride and realize that nothing good will every happen to you.
If you cannot win, then the wisest thing is not to give-up – but to desert your post. If you are facing certain defeat, then you should not surrender – but walk away and go AWOL. If all is lost, then the most important thing is to save yourself. Taking the black pill does not ever mean sacrificing yourself, just not living for anyone else. The bravest man does not die in battle, but goes missing in action.
There is nothing you can do to slow the decline, so you might as well give things a push on your way out. You ought to give the rotten structure a final kick as you sneak away. If the government ever evicts you from the family home, then you might as well leave the gas on when the police finally drag you out. If you take the black pill, then toss the empty medicine bottle through a neighbor’s window.
by Mr. Mean-Spirited
I am an old fuck. I have lived so damn long that I can still remember when the American economy was actually thriving. I can remember when it was still possible for a citizen to walk around a major city without being raped or robbed. I can remember when you left a car running and unlocked when you bought staples in a grocery store. I can remember when you almost never glimpsed any foreigners on the street. And what happened? The liberals decided to make things better – and, like everything else the humanitarians try to improve, the do-gooders just ended-up destroying the United States forever. If you ever try to reform anything, you only end-up ruining things.
Just as your mother always told that you are what you eat – the same is true of the body politic. If you allow Third World nationals into the country, then you become a Third-World nation. How has welcoming all these immigrants into America made life better for me? You will say that this is a selfish question. And so it is. Yet, an immigrant coming to this country for a better life is acting just as selfish. Logically, a foreigner coming to the United States is behaving just as self-centered as the citizen who doesn’t want him here. Altruists might see suffering in different places in the world, but they are invariably blind to one thing: a double standard.
If it is reasonable not to allow an alien species like Zika virus into the country, then it must be equally rational not to want the human hosts here either. That is just basic ecology. If you don’t want an invasive species of insect life, you don’t want an invasive species of human life either.
You can defeat a country by an invasion from a foreign army, but you destroy it all that more thoroughly by making the citizens start to feel sorry for outsiders. A civilization goes down when the people start to feel pity for someone they have never met. A culture can only remain strong when it maintains a healthy suspicion of strangers.
Just the other day, I observed a “refugee family” buying junk food at a convenience store with a state EBT card. The immigrant males had already acclimatized themselves to Western garb, but the women still retained their native garments. And they were pushing around a deformed adolescent – with flippers for hands and flippers for feet. More like some exotic sea creature than a human being. The juvenile was half-covered by a dank raincoat, and a foamy substance was dribbling from its lips. They were pulling him around in – I kid you not – a red wagon. Back when I was a child I had a vintage Radio Flyer too, but I didn’t tote around hideous monstrosities in the wagon. The American taxpayers will be stuck paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to maintain that creature. Money that could have been spent to on your own old-age care, money that could have been spent on national infrastructure. Now you will have a more shitty life because some liberals felt all compassionate about that … that thing in a wagon.
Those fucking liberals should have been focused more on their own retirement care, not on bringing in worthless creatures from the other side of the world.
