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Was lucky enough to see this crossover thrash band before the singer died of a drug overdose (libtard, of course). Excellent newer band with great riffs.

Yesterday, some retards at work were talking about the astronauts coming back to earf. One’s perspective was libtarded (“OMG, if the world’s richest man could’ve saved him MONTHS AGO, why didn’t he? But instead we’ll have no social security because he’s stealing it!”) 🤦🏻‍♀️ Another’s perspective was MIGA lite because he didn’t want to offend the libtard (“Well, they were up there a really long time compared to when they were supposed to originally return and it’s better that they’re back, regardless of how it happened.”)
I couldn’t take the idiocy anymore, so I piped in: “Wait, how long were they originally supposed to be gone? 8 days? And they were gone for 9 months? I wonder to myself how they were able to eat and survive and go to the bathroom for all that extra time?”

I saw them both short circuit. They started thinking, looking up—my questions bothered their brains so much they couldn’t say anything for 8-10 seconds. Then the MIGA guy said, “Well, I haven’t thought about that. That’s a good question.” And the retarded liberal said, “I don’t even want to think about that.” Of course you don’t, retard.

Damn.

I’ve seen this band live more than any other and they never disappoint. They still sound great and I’m happy to see it.

I had to bite the bullet and take a flight to an out of town wedding this weekend. People are retarded. It was 9 degrees when I rolled up to grab a shuttle to the terminal. 5 people weren’t wearing jackets. One, being the polite young white woman she was, told me to go ahead of her as the shuttle pulled up. I said, “No, please,” letting her go ahead of me. “I take it you’re going somewhere warm?” She looked at me, puzzled. “No, not at all.”
ALL brown people fly Spirit, and were headed to the nigger terminal. The gate I’m at only has two brown people, thank god (but definitely a couple kikes). I walked past a bookstore—what’s on display in front? A black history month section and, almost hilariously, ‘Survivors of the Holocaust,’ which looked like a kiddie book (it was illustrated). I had a chuckle.
A confused, schizophrenic kike and his kid were scurrying around and stopped in front of me, looking for something hurriedly. I felt a little sassy, so I walked around them and said, “oy vey!”
Clown world is alive and well, niggerfaggots \o.

Niggerfaggots, I think I fucked my inner ankle up. I started jogging in October of 2023 and noticed my ankle was kinda sore, so I stopped, but continued hiking and walking a lot. Over time, I’ve had stiffness in the same ankle but just brushed it off as the beginnings of arthritis. I have a job where I’m on my feet and it has gotten to the point where I know something is definitely up. I don’t want to deal with “the system”. I have been wearing an aircast for the last few hours and it hurts worse than it did before. For reference, the last 4 days, I haven’t been walking much on it, and have been elevating and icing it.
Any suggestions? I’m currently off work and have leeway to be a gimp till February 10th.

Just trying to get my little darling some gifts today in my kikeless town and, oy vey, here we go!

Niggerfaggots, I’ve been studying my ASS off for the last five years. It had always bothered me, not having a college degree. I was a “gifted” child who was reading by three. In my teenage years, I became hypnotized by jewish programming and went down a bad path, making terrible decisions and mistakes, which I take full accountability for and always have since my divorce, quite frankly (I laugh when you guys talk about how terrible women are. I literally gave my ex-husband EVERYTHING in my divorce and he still tries to fuck me over financially every time he can). But I digress.

I was a person who never applied myself educationally. I wanted to be a good role model to my son to show him how perseverance can take you places you never thought possible. I’ve showed him this twice in his young life. We have a bond that’s stronger than I’ve ever had with anyone and he is so proud of me.

I went back to school, but I also woke up to the jew during this time. I watched a microbiologist attempt to tell us how effective vaccines are. I’ve sat through lectures with the most retarded “statistical data” about niggers and how they have it so much worse than us because of their “socioeconomic background”.
I sat through it all, cringed, and performed the best I could, knowing my career would be furthered.

Yes, my career is furthered. I got offered my dream job a month ago and I have a nice looking future ahead of me. I have a 3.87 gpa and get to wear two honor cords. I still look good for my age and am healthy.

But I feel NOTHING. I look back at my life and how much different it would have been if my parents weren’t only concerned about themselves and their drinking and their social lives, but actually taught me how to make good relationship choices. I wish my mom hadn’t told me she wished I was never born and emotionally and physically abused me to where I felt there was no other choice but to drink and smoke my life away for 15 years.

Everything I’ve become, I’ve figured out on my own. I’ve been a phoenix more than two times— losing everything, and having to come back. I’m tough, and I persevere.

But here I am, still a product of a jewish system. I have a beautiful and wonderful child, but he’ll be gone soon too, going into a jewish system. I have to get ready for this graduation ceremony and I just don’t care. I feel like a fraud. I’m pissed at myself for being a retard during the formative years of my life.

Edit: Just wanted to say I am overwhelmed and humbled by the amount of support here. Thank you so much, everyone. I love this little corner of the internet we’ve created here!

I’m feeling nostalgic again. This band was so tight live. Jimmy Chamberlain is a monster of a drummer. D’Arcy Wretsky inspired me pick up the bass. Don’t care for Billy’s voice and think he’s a better of a shit person but he is a phenomenal songwriter and guitarist.

Hulk doesn’t care and I love it. I want this sweatshirt so bad!