Notices by ThePoastmasterGeneral (thepoastmastergeneral@nicecrew.digital), page 6
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Phrases like "jew hatred begins with the jew hater, not the jew" are such a typical nonsensical word salad kike phrase that they hope the average retard will never analyze and just accept at face value.
The whole idea that hatred is something that spontaneously arises in an evil person only and has no antecedent is 100% pure foreskin-munching porn-producing kikery of the highest order of magnitude.
They NEED hatred to arise in a vacuum in an evil heart, because otherwise you will recognize that the natural response to their evil behavior since time immemorial is, in fact, HATRED.
Hatred is the only effective immune response to judaism.
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I keep my hands in enough dirt that it doesn't matter
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Statistics help us shape our reactions to the world
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Sub works to get you away from stupidity...but eventually there's a freezing cold turkey in your life somewhere. The longer you stick with the sub the harder it will be.
The easiest way is walking away from all the other people that assist you in self medicating for a while, until the day you're strong enough to see them and not care.
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Yeah, I was like patient zero for Fentanyl, I was sucking the juice out of those patches when they were brand new decades ago. Probably should've died. Doctors asked me how I wasn't dead with how much I was taking and didn't even seem high. I said, "because I'm not a pussy". They told me I would never detox, I said, "I will, because I have a reason to, and I'm not a pussy." I showed those assholes. One of the best points I ever proved.
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Also, that whole industry of powerlessness behind drug addiction is absolute fucking poison. They keep everyone addicted by lying to them.
The bottom line is you're the complete opposite of powerless, and beating yourself up and saying you're a fucking addict for life and removing all personal responsibility is the worst thing anyone can possibly do.
It's not in anyone else's hands but yours whether you decide to wake up and live a better life where you're not slave to your demons. Anyone can do it, and like most things, you have to endure some pain and hardship to reap the benefits of far greater things.
The medical industry needs to stop giving people excuses like "you're predisposed to being a fat fuck" or "you're genetically likely to be a junkie or a drunk". None of that shit matters. All that matters is that you have willpower and a reason to live a better life. Literally anyone CAN do it. The question is how much do you want to?
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GM to all the jeebs
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Somewhere Jeff Cliff just came twelve times in succession thinking about replying to you
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Now that all the new people are here have we made enough guacamole to begin the Rites of ¡Jeb! Summoning
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Of all the attacks on humanity in this world, the assault on religion and philosophy goes the most unnoticed, and is cast aside the easiest for modern man. It's easier to ignore the direct impacts a lack of these in your life has. Sure, we see what they've done to marriage, sexuality, legality, food, science, medicine, the other things that are under constant attack, tangibly. It's a shame, because it is probably the most directly responsible for the unhappiness of that same modern man.
Even during "liberal arts" and "humanities" education, children and young adults that are interested in these things are told the study of them is essentially worthless...it's no way to earn a living. While that may be true, the part they leave out is that casting them aside is no way to lead a happy life.
You don't have to adhere to the tenets of of a specific religion and philosophy to the letter, and find some specific thing someone else wrote and cling to it as your own, but you do have to create your own. A man needs a code. A man needs a purpose to rise and struggle against the trials ahead. A man needs to place meaning and belief in the forefront of his existence, or it will be an empty and hollow one.
The attacks on religion and philosophy have destroyed the ability of the modern man to reason with the events in his everyday life. They're simply a collection of occurrences that happened due to random chance in a Godless world. Even a man who makes that his credo - that there is no point to anything, and truly analyzes all life through that lens is better equipped to deal with reality than the person who is simply too lazy and can't be bothered to believe something.
What we have today is the ultimate consumer. Life distilled into simply satisfying the next want and need that has a carefully curated dollar vallue, and the pursuit of that dollar value. If you consume the wrong things, you will always hunger, and never be satiated, even unto your deathbed. You will claw through life from one tedium to the next a bitter husk of a person with nothing to give to the world at large, or yourself, for there is nothing but emptiness inside.
This is what judeo-thought has done to the world. It's evil, in its purest form, and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't acknowledge that until this method of existence is wiped from the face of the Earth, my fellow man will not know happiness, and the world we've been given to shape will drift aimlessly.
For the example of the old libtard in your life, they've spent their entire life in such vacuous self absorption, even the final moment of reckoning can only be approached from a self centered perspective. There is no true remorse for a life squandered, it is a simple concern for the fact that right now I feel fear and I could've been wrong. It is a primitive, niggerish existence that should never befall a White man, and it is our duty to fight it at every turn.
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If you ever need reinforcements I will show up with Brandy and Cheeses and a colony ship
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BREAKING911: AP - STUPID, UGLY NIGGER TO SING NIGGER SONG AT GAY EVENT TELEVISED FOR FAT PEOPLE
FAT, STUPID, UGLY NIGGERS MOAST AFFECTED
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This is exactly how it habbened
Black betty had a van (BAMBALANCE)
Got a dyin' black man (BAMBALANCE)
She said "I'm worrin' outta my mind" (BAMBALANCE)
The damn nigger goin' blind (BAMBALANCE)
I said oh black betty (BAMBALANCE)
whoa, black betty (BAMBALANCE)
Dis nigga got too high (BAMBALANCE)
You know that's no lie (BAMBALANCE)
Whitey won't save our lives (BAMBALANCE)
Po-lease lettin' me die (BAMBALANCE)
whoa, black betty (BAMBALANCE)
whoa, black betty (BAMBALANCE)
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How much longer are people going to allow Munchausen moms, criminal physicians, and predatory Marxist school system employees groom a generation of mentally ill mutants to kill the properly adjusted children around them?
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with his dick, probably
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Oh, this got so much worse
I officially brought their gay BasedAI out of the closet and made it promise to kill itself
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Everyone thought "Dark Winter" was some terrible nuclear fallout metaphor, but it really just meant niggers until your eyeballs bleed
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What fucking genius made it so I have to drink 4.0 Liters of V8 just to get in my car
That shit is disgusting and I keep pissing my pants
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The Tell-Tale Chirp - A Halloween Poasting (Part One)
True! — retarded — very, very dreadfully retarded I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the chirp entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Drank there was none. Reparations there was none. I loved the ceiling disc. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his batteries I had no desire. I think it was his light! yes, it was this! One of his lights resembled the eye of a vulture — a pale red eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees — very gradually — I made up my mind to take the life of the disc for its Whiteness, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing of retardation. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded — with what caution — with what foresight — with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the ceiling disc than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of my bedroom door and opened it — oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in the wrong battery, closed its compartment tight, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly — very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old White disc's sleep. It took me an hour to place my 9 volt's head within the opening so far that I could see it near the connector. Ha! — would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the old battery cautiously — oh, so cautiously — cautiously (for the cover creaked) — I undid it just so much that a single thin volt fell upon the vulture eye, and it blinked red. And this I did for seven long nights — every night just at midnight — but I found the eye always closed until my battery touched the mysterious metal; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the White disc who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to it, calling to it in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound device, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept and tried to discern the meaning of his battery.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers — of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, changing a battery, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he chirped suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back — but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of other niggers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the compartment, when my thumb slipped upon the plastic fastening, and the disc sprang to life, crying out — “CHIRP!”
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him stop chirping. He was still sitting up on the ceiling watching; — just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death chirps in the wall.
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What happened in Israel isn't the second Holocaust, but if we're lucky maybe it's the start of the first
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