Completely torched a lush green jungle continent into a barren desert to avoid large lizards that lived in the trees, or something dumb like that.
They all do
"Racism is when European football."
I'm so fed up of all the virtual signaling in football now even though football is my least favourite sport. It's just a bloody game where you kick the ball and score. End of story. It doesn't need to be political on the field.
No wonder Viktor Orban said that taking a knee during the national anthem has no place on pitch.
Racism is whenever white people do anything. Have fun, breathe near them, DIE near them? Racism.
"Capitalism is when sky."
You're not a man in the first place, so fuck off.
White Guilt is one hell of a drug.
These people should go camping far far away from human civilization as they can for a month without bringing any food or water with them and see how these "noble" savages lived back then. They'll be begging to get back under their roofs.
She may have a point with the "killing Black people with impunity" point. Never have I seen a country that allows Black people to kill each other day in, day out like it's going out of style.
Don't need to have wheels to be a car
She thinks that modern-day America is like South Africa during the apartheid era, what a fucking moron.
You will never be a real man. You have no penis, you have no testicles, you have no sperm. You are a homosexual woman twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk gal home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased, infected mastectomy wounds. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, get a real man to tie a noose for you, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably female. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
