Kiwi Farms & Mob Mentality

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iui

iui

kiwifarms.net
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Jul 21, 2022
I don’t appreciate the site’s system of archiving internet user’s twitter profiles and other online accounts based on features that you don’t like such as having a mental condition (autism, having any light affiliation with the acronym, hearing disability, etc)

Once it’s out of sight screenshots and saved images still remain here and that’s a violation of a common neitzen's privacy.

And then when the person being exploited tries to make amends and reestablish he/she/they selves then you collectively bully that user into oblivion because you're too weak and insignificant to do it on an individual basis ^ which btw is actually amusing too me.

I have nothing more to say to the likes of you so you can STFU & eat my ass
 
he/she/they selves
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Unironically using they for single person.
Kek.

First rule of the Internet: Be really careful what you post online. Because it will be on internet Forever.
Kiwifarms is not Mafia that forces people to post dumb stuff at gun point.
Not everyone on internet is your friend.
 
Many years ago one would be watching television and on at least one of those three available channels a show would be on, a sitcom or variety show or western or whatever, it didn't matter, and this bombastic, overbearing stock character would show up, usually played as a paunchy, balding, middle-aged buffoon, an idiot unaware he's an idiot and filled to bursting with unwarranted self-importance. In those shows, these human cartoons would give those rowdy, upstart neighborhood kids a stern talking-to, a dressing down, a piece of their mind. Such a character is a theatrical archetype dating back at least to Polonius in Hamlet. They're used as comic relief, played for laughs.

That's you, aye-ewe-aye, the comic relief played for laughs, a Keffals fan-girrrl or catboi who came over here to give us what for. The pretty young woman pictured in your avatar almost certainly means you're her opposite: a chubby, sweaty schlub of a man-child who wonders why the bathtub HRT you're dosing hasn't yet transformed you into the pretty princess of your dreams. You'll never be pretty. You'll never be accepted. You'll never pass. You're the stuff of cringe and fail and the only friends you've got are voices in your head you hear when you read the pixels on a screen. You're all alone. You will always be alone.
 
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