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The "Climate Change" faggotry is an attack on mostly white middle class people. Is it even real? No one knows, because recorded history only goes back a infitesmally small fraction of the planet's existence.

Do you see Greta Fuckface wading in the filthy Ganges, preaching to the slumrats of India? No.

Do you see anyone standing in the ten foot smog visibility of Beijing, pointing out the problems with unchecked toxic discharge? Nope!

As far as I am concerned, I am going to keep doing whatever the fuck I want, until someone holds the real problems accountable. I throw everything in the trash, waste gasoline for fun, and I will burn anything I want.

I don't feel any guilt. Fuck the regime.

'Climate change' is apparently clown-world for "arson".

With no evidence, whatsoever.

and dead undergrowth has nothing to do with it

It becomes true if you repeat it enough, even though it's clearly getting colder here.

Almost freezing (34F) this past winter, with 88F being the hottest of the 5ish days in the 80s so far this year.

You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man 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.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
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, tie a noose, 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 man 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 male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.