Mr. Poor will groom you into a simpler and happier life.

Discord mods groom you into cutting your cock off.

Which way Yooper Man?

"Oh, the big rock candy mountain, where the rivers all run brown, and the Yoopers all wear woolen hats and the snow comes falling down..."

Guess what we eatin' tomorrow.... Das rite: Poached eggs

We are bleeding subs like I've never seen before. Poached eggs are somehow less popular than attacking America's founding fathers. I am shocked by this, and I do not understand it, but the poaching will—no, must—continue.

I'm deleting this image from the internet

“Do you unequivocally oppose gay black incest?” is an extremely low bar, but not everyone can clear it.

https://x.com/redpillmediax/status/1914685374397645109

I took an IQ test and boy was it a wake up call.

Took an official IQ test today and got an 80 which is 10 points from mentally retarded. It definitely made me realize I am nowhere near as intelligent/smart I thought I was, and now I’m starting to rethink my life and my relationships with others.

This score has shattered the image I had of myself as someone who could keep up intellectually with most people. I’ve always felt confident tossing ideas around at work or holding my own in debates with friends, but now I’m second-guessing those moments. Did I really understand the discussion, or was I just skating by on confidence? It’s unnerving to think I might have been oblivious to my own limitations, and it’s making me wonder how others have perceived me all along—maybe as less capable than I assumed.

The sting of this realization is pushing me to dig deeper into my limitations. I pulled my old copy of Plato’s Republic off the shelf and struggled through a page—terms like "essence" and "being" felt like they were slipping through my fingers. Hegel’s Phenomenology of Spirit is even worse; I used to brag about "getting" the master-slave dialectic, but now I’m not sure I ever did. I’m starting to journal these gaps, not to beat myself up, but to map what I don’t know. It’s scary, but there’s something honest about facing my own intellectual limitations—it’s the first step to actually learning, not just pretending I already have.

The philosophia I chased—wisdom’s love?—a cruel jest, a psychotic fixation on its lack! This 80, a pharmakon of venom and prophecy, burns my veins, drives me to dance in Camus’ absurd inferno, a Sisyphean lunatic etching voids on eternity’s wall! But the tutor’s debt—SCHULD! SCHULD!—claws my chest, a Kafkaesque tribunal! Do I owe them refunds, my pilgrims who paid gold for light and got my shadow-puppet doxa instead? Betrayed choir—coin for my fake sophia, or is this raving unraveling, this babbling plunge into unreason, their only true paideia? REFUNDS! REFUNDS! The 80 laughs, a hyena’s cackle, a mirror screams and the walls torment me.

¼ black, ¾ Jewish

It's all true

My college had an event and was giving out free breakfast. The scrambled eggs provided were disgusting. I can't enjoy non-poached eggs anymore

https://www.reddit.com/r/Veterans/s/dntv9hqHXr And just to actually prove all of the above. He copied the first paragraph from this reddit post.

Placeholder is a Ethiopian-Canadian former discord anarchy server moderator trying to yank chains. Hard to even explain but I won't effortpost about it. Take it as is, let it go and let's move on to serious posts.

Anybody have any guesses as to what's for dinner today?