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.
