@Owl @Xenophon @Mamako @PraxisOfEvil @graf Every time I want to just post about mundane hobbies in some random "neutral" board or chat channel, some tranny faggot comes and ruins it, or someone else brings up whatever gay current thing they support. It's all rainbow flags and pronouns and avoiding "problematic words" like master or blacklist/whitelist. There don't seem to be many places that are just normal anymore. My people have disappeared from the real world and been replaced by tattooed virtue signaling soybrained retards.

I'm probably going to take my instance down for a while and back up the data so I can come back if I decide to later, but I really need to unplug. My brain is decaying from all this. I've been slacking at work in a really bad way, which is funny because they're still happy with what I accomplish, so I guess the bar is pretty low, but I still feel like a scumbag since I know I'm capable of a whole lot more.

I'm going to not worry about AI taking over, the economy imploding with skyrocketing tax and inflation, and whatever else. I got in a pretty heated argument about some political things with someone very close to me today, and all we accomplished was alienating one another. This is not the kind of person I want to be, and I'm tired of pretending that anything I could say or do would stop or even slow this train from going off the cliff. My opinions don't matter to anyone else, and they increasingly don't even matter to me.

I don't even care if it's the Jews anymore. I'm checked out mentally. They're God's people, supposedly, so he can deal with them if he feels like. Otherwise he can just let them destroy his creation, I guess. Then the niche pagan white nationalist faggots who hate Jesus will accuse me of being passive, but it's just pointless barking. They can repent or burn in hell for all I care.

I already know I don't have any good future in this life, everyone I love will die and I'll be left alone, and then I'll die of some retarded, preventable thing, too. What's the difference whether it's a year, five years, or fifty years from now? If God has a calling for me, he'll let me know, but I'm tired of trying to guess. If he needs me, he can find me writing stupid code that's been written a million times before, learning pointless science things, playing old video games, and generally trying to pretend none of this is happening and trying not to ask why God's true people, who want nothing more than peace, have to feel so forsaken.