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I was 18 when I joined blue lodge freemasonry. My training ended prematurely because of supposed paedophilia.
I spoke to great people like Isaac Newton (Illuminati) and Francis Bacon.
I even met the Rosicrucian's "Most perfect man" The count of st. Germaine.
This last fucking asshole made me infertile and impotent. I was snorting amphetamine and masturbating. Nothing wrong there, right? All of a sudden this white thing comes out of my penis (not sperm, but looked like a soul). Also, the count of st. Germaine made a horizontal slice through my prostate using some kind of sword.
The count of St. Germaine is Leonardo Da Vinci's painting of the most perfect man. You know it.
Now the woman who is or was waiting for me. I will never satisfy her. I have a limp dick forever. I can't get it to full stiffness.
Then I EXITED MASONRY. I touched my eye with my hand. That's how you get out.
tl'dr infertile impotent because secret orders and niggers.
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Indeed, he could enjoy a life-long bond with some of our antisemitics.
How come masons can control the world yet are always fucked out on drugs?
OP is a mason in bad standing.
I'm wondering how y'all view morality and stuff...
I'm religious, and think homosexuality is an abomination. Even though I morally oppose gay marriage, I don't really care for it because I don't think it makes a difference... society is already sinful and wicked, and homosexuality is just one aspect of that.
I support the freedom to deny wedding requests and if I were a baker or did any form of catering, I'd refuse to do a gay wedding.
I have and wouldn't hesitate to continue speaking against homosexuality. I went through christian schools and knew some gay students. I would not be shy about saying their feelings are abominable.
If I have a wife and kids I will teach my children to be like me. If one of them is gay, I'd still love them, but I'd also condemn them and since I'd be burdened by the concept of them going to hell, I'd try to distance myself.
Not out of hate... but it's reasonable why parents often time disown gay kids. It's not hate, it's because you know they're not going to heaven, so it's painful to get close to them.
However, I do not believe in doing anything I feel directly harms gays?
My question is,.. do I seem like a bigot? Or bad person? Or harmful to gays? Is the fact that I don't believe in directly hurting them enough for you to respect my views.
Doesn't the fact that I support freedom and refuse to do something that would directly take kit way justify my homophobia?
I mean, if I don't support taking away gay peoples freedom or killing them or anything... then why is it wrong for me to be homophobic personally.
And if you're allowed to say it's okay to be gay, then why is it wrong for me to spread my religious beliefs?
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sorry but you are wrong :)
You could try reading it, kid.
Pfft, you think he can read with his knees jerking like that?
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Everything is wrong at the most fundamental level conceivable, with a momentum like the weight and speed of a maglev train. Any attempt to reverse this madness would be like putting yourself in front of it with the intent to stop it with your own muscles. The wrongness of things cannot be stopped, all hope only increases the intensity of the inevitable despair of recognizing the truth of what surrounds you daily. Distraction from the nightmare comes in a million different plastic flavors, of which we all thrive on and are never fully satisfied by, to our own gradual decay and misfortune, by which time we are impotent to do anything about it, our cries are heard by no one, and our children have been successfully programmed to submit themselves as cogs to continue the progress of the nightmare machine, (of which the are only vaguely aware), and regret and fear are your new prime modalities. Lovely, lovely life. 4 channels of ESPN 24/7, spiderman 6 on the horizon, and an election every four years which amounts to deciding which of two wallpaper designs do you prefer. The food is all locked away, the police patrol the streets to pick up the human scraps that couldn't fit into the machine and wisk them away to the local hell house, and the brave men and women overseas risk their lives and lose their limbs to protect the large transcontinental strip mall back at home. The massive inbred corporate landscape where buildings and establishments resemble the nursery of a kid who got bored of all his new toys after five minutes. Community is a long deceased corpse. An apartment complex can easily be discovered to be an isolation complex. Everything that "takes the edge off" is everything that prolongs the gut-felt realization of the state of humanity. People will vaguely appreciate the truth of phrases such as "Money can't buy happiness" but in practice believe the exact opposite. Which is why you'll hear someonel say something such as "What's he complaining about? He's got all the money in the world!" as if that meant he therein had the capacity to be happy. Every dead deer on the side of the road, all the little flower memorials of the drunk teenage driver on telephone poles, the face of the person who has been pulled over by a police officer as people slowly drive by and gawk. The oppressive red and blue lights and sirens. The twinge of anxiety as you suspect this months salary might go up in a cloud of smoke as you hear one go off behind you. Mobility destroys community. If you can go anywhere whenever you want, then nowhere is worth going to, and everywhere slowly becomes the same place.
Make more money. Find someone who will agree to validate you if you validate them. Fear losing both of these things. Make more money. Push thoughts of death and life out of your mind. Watch the ball go through the hoop. Pay the athletes and actors absurd, disgusting amounts of money for keeping your min
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The problem is rarely that the entire world sucks, but rather that it sucks everyone but you.
This precisely sums up, word for word, my abject level of disdain for humanity, and why I have completely given up on any attempt to be happy, as well as "life" itself.
If this isn't copypasta, OP, then I commend you for being able to so gracefully articulate what I never could, so accurately.
Teenage girls are the best
I dedicated so much fucking time to making you happy, striving to be the kind of man I thought a woman could want.
I loved you. Seriously loved you, like no one before. Not my mother, my father...no one. And like a goddamn fool I let it happen thinking maybe we had something. You gave up every-fucking-thing you had to help me when I was stranded after prison. Your home, your guns, all your stuff, gone. I was dead set on getting all that and more back for your sacrifice.
Why couldn't you see it would take time? All those glances at guys riding bikes, all the remorse over your guns, all your nice stuff. I needed time to get it all back; it can't happen overnight. But you got impatient. I saw how you looked at me from time to time. Like I didn't provide for you. Having fun and having material possessions came before the fact that I gladly supported you through all your flaws. The bed wetting, the occasional tantrum, the herpes, and your refusal to have children. I didn't give one single fuck about all of that. Because I loved you. And I wish it could be like how it was in the beginning.
We got along so well that it was sublime. We were completely comfortable with everything and nothing offended the other. For the first two months, I was almost certain I had found the one. I'd want to know why you changed, but you didn't. You were just putting on a front this whole time.
When I felt like I was losing you, I gripped tighter. I put in more and more time at work so I could help pay your medical bills and get you the things you wanted. I thought I had pulled the leash as close as I could get it.
Sean wasn't the gateway. I didn't see it before, but this wasn't just any gate, it was a goddamn flood gate. First you cheat on me with Sean, then another and another...all without me knowing. But you thought I was stupid. Maybe you still do. Your passwords were a minor hurdle for me; it was only a matter of time.
The utter fucking betrayal I feel now is almost incomprehensible. Not only that, but I feel completely shamed and disgusted. There are times when I think about how many times I've kissed you after you recently sucked someone's dick and I come close to losing it, every fucking time. How many times did I do oral not knowing another guy's cock was just pumping it out? There are some laws of Islam I would gladly accept in this case.
What else gets me, you had every single encounter recorded on your phone. Not the smartest idea. But what truly bit me deep down inside, what truly twisted my guts the worst, was that you had some marked as ??? for the name and Bareback? as the contents.
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I'm curious about why you were in prison. Because if it was domestic violence, this whole thing would be like some kind of bizarre reverse karma.
Probably just repeat the last two segments to her and wash your hands of the cunt anon. You deserve better.
Kill her OP
I zone out constantly getting lost in my thoughts. I think about shit like the vastness of the universe and the infinite curvature of space. Then I remember I am not but an ape with bonus intelligence living on some insignificant pebble infinitely falling through the infinity of space and being hurled around a giant nuclear ball of flame and just how fragile everything us. I think about shit like how everyone goes about their day-to-day lives to rarely ever stop and examine what the hell they're doing and what the point of it is. I get stressed about things and then I just think why? Why must we stress over things that are temporary? It's all so ridiculously pointless. I feel disconnected from other people because it seems to me that they're all just following the latest cool thing to do. War, the most pointless thing, fought for nothing but the glory of the destruction of others or the garnering of resources. If we all just got along we wouldnt need to fight. But no, nobody can do this for some reason, there always has to be so much hostility. I like to imagine a world in which humans just got along. The hate. Hate crumbles societies. It topples empires. The very foundations of everything that makes us human are shaken by the quake of hatred. We fight all of our petty fights because we feel that our own selves matter more than the good of the whole. It's all so helplessly pointless.
>It topples empires
Empires arent formed peacefully in the first place.
Your mind is full of fuck.
Worse things could happen; revel in your time.
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A realization I had that bothers me a little.
Bestiality, Furfags, guys thinking they're supposed to be women, every sick fetish you can think of... all stem from the fact that we became accepting of gays. All of those bible thumpers who claimed "If we accept them, next we'll have to accept a man wanted to fuck his dog" were right.
Now, I support gays 100%. I've had a few gay experiences myself. and that's why I'm bothered by this. Every one of these sick fucks has groups of people claiming they're the next form of modern acceptance that must happen. That we're all immoral for thinking a person wanting to be legally identified as a mascot costumed wolf, a man thinking he's a woman if he chops his dick off and takes hormones, or the idea that there are a million genders and orientations and you are whichever one you want to be, are weird or wrong.
I think your mom's terribly flawed m8 :^)
It was terribly flawed of your mother not to abort you.
You've put all this into far too broad of a category.>Because we started accepting gays[Citation needed]>furriesNo. There have been furries in (recorded) history since 1925. http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/History>beastialityBeastiality is depicted on prehistoric cave drawings. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_zoophilia>men thinking they want to be girlsSex change operations since the 50s.The mental condition, however has been around since the greeks at the very least http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/22844818>all other sick fetishes1) Too vague2) Fetishes are a part of human sexuality, period.3)Sick serves only a subjective meaning here.
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Three vehicles have died on me in the last six months.
The first one was not a big surprise, as it was very old, but gave out at an inconvenient time: one week before a vacation, during which I had a particularly intense amount of work to do, having rearranged my schedule to make time for said vacation. Cancelling and re-rescheduling not being considerable, it came down to acquiring transportation within 3 hours of the breakdown (an explosion in the engine, causing irrepairable damage). It still sits in front of my apartment, waiting for me to habe twenty-fucking-minutes free to call a scrapping service.
So I spent half my vacation funds and all of my backup savings on a new, "better" vehicle. I got swindled; it was a complete piece of shit and dangerous as all hell by design (a top-heavy lean-over trike with no gyro, unkown miliage and no proper oil change for an unknown amount of time; some of which I was told with some spin that made it sound like no problem and some of which i was outright lied to about or not told at all: i didn't have time to think it through and the seller was a personal friend and co-worker). It's in the shop now being disected so as to know if the engine block cracked, the crank ripped itself apart, or the cylinder seized. Maybe I'll have to pay a fee to have it scrapped.
Another "friend and co-worker" promised to help with the trike and let me "borrow" his moped in the meantime. No help ever came, and the borrowing is apparently not free. Having no choice in the matter, I've been riding this around the past month or so and dreading the day i'll have to pay up (since i already lost all my savings buying the trike and half my income cancelling work when it broke down). It broke down today; inexplicably won't start anymore. I could probably fix it if I had the right size of socket to take out the spark plug but then I'd have to have several hours of free time to get to the only hardware store in town that would have it, take the thing out, soak it in cleaner for at least a half hour, and then find out the problem is something worse. I'll probably have to pay for the whole bike, which is as much an ancient piece of junk as the last two and i'll havexto cancel work until i can find transport.
At this rate i'll probably lose half of my jobs permanently because my clients' patience is wearing thin and they don't even believe all this shit. Everything that's happened has either cost me a lot of money or lost a lot of income and it's only going to get worse.
i don't have the money to get out of this situation now and i will only have less as time goes on.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING DO?
Be sure to use house paint applied with rollers too. That textured finish will spell class to clients, and never raise police suspicion.
I'll get right on it.
Got some shit together. New jobs, new (ancient, used) vehicle, riding a bicycle and the train more. No fucking money. Everything goes to gf; student-visa to learn the language here (if she graduates, she could stay).
Getting old, and scarred over. Since last we met I've been hit by a car while riding a bicyle (cracked rib), fallen off a bike drunk twice, and twisted my ankle while hitting my face on a dance floor (new scar). Where are my cybernetic replacement parts?!
Me and my best friend met cute girl.
He live quite far, I live locally.
He never had luck with ladies, I only once been serious and it wasn't great relationship whatsoever.
We both liked the girl and my bro, let's call him 'P', started intel just when he got home. I decided it's better to stay calm and not act hyper.
Few days passed. Another friend, who knows each of us, made good opening so I decided it's good time to start (about 3 days after P).
I've added her on facebook, got her number and asked her for a coffee "sure". Ok! So far, so good.
P was with her yesterday and only told me that he wishes he lived closer to her. No details. Just that. "Ok?" run trough my mind.
I was to met her tomorrow but out of blue got note of facebook:"Sorry, but I'd like to cancel tomorrow. We can still meet another day, probably. Bye!"
I'm not even mad. I've been trough this so many times. It only aggravates me that I don't know the real reason and probably will have to wait half a year to get the real details what is this about. But I feel a bit empty. I got hyped in the end and I have odd feeling that the other friend, who know all of us, mangled a bit and made me lost this situation.
Anyways, well fuck.
He's not your friend; he's competition, and he beat you.
we have a winrar
P met up with her, told her your penis is small and mangled, then she canceled on you.
Slow and steady doesn't win the race, he just goes steady with his hand.
C U C K
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Huge fight at work. I'm sick of the bullshit and I'm looking for some reasons for why he said this:
Along my aisle at work, there are carts assigned to each person. Generally people don't care how they are oriented at each's station, and as you can see in the photo, some go out way further than the yellow tape (which I assume is the aisle line). The red rectangle shows the average position and distance away from the cart if you were to tuck it in. I put a bunch of large objects the blue-line distance away from the yellow tape, and the guy across from me says "Those are a tripping hazard". I looked at him and nearly lost it and asked him "what about all the carts around us?"
One thing lead to another, I started a huge uproar over this because I'm sick of this selective targeting of this shit, like if he actually cared like he says he does, wouldn't he do something about the carts and realign them? How do suddenly my objects become a hazard when there are some objects almost all the time sticking way farther out? Like if this was one of his friends doing it, he wouldn't have thought twice about it, but because it was me who he has no emotional connection to, he brought it up as though he thought he had a point to make. Dumb airwolfing idiot he is. I am so mad.
Also, moral to be learned here is that if YOU trip over something, YOU are at fault for not watching where you're going. Don't throw the blame onto someone else because you can't use your basic senses to get you through. You're very good at not claiming responsibility.
>If you feel the rules are being enforced unfairly then consult with the next step up the ladder and get them to do their job or get them to delegate the task to you and do it yourself.
I tried that. When I did and said "your cart is a tripping hazard", he lashed out at me in a fury and told me to "get your fucking hands off my cart". So the supervisor told me to contact him if his cart is a "tripping hazard" to fix the issue, rather than making a group discussion about the subject to resolve what you consider to be
>not following the rules.
Those rules /sure/ have an extreme importance if they've gone the extra effort not to do anything about it!
>All you've done is react to criticism levied against you for not following the rules then screamed that the rules aren't fair.
Do you ever listen to yourself?
Never said the rules weren't fair for those who have to have everything outlined in cookie-cutter simplicity for you because you are totally inept at life. What really threw me off was when he mustered the courage to tell the supervisor about my "incident" only when he could have tripped over other, more hazardous objects in the way on his way to the supervisor.
It's observing the most basic example of contradiction, and somehow it's blowing by you as though you're saying "fix up your act, but since no one else cares about the other problems, yours is the only one that matters".
I'm sure contradictions piss you off just as much as they piss me off. You're just a step down from a SJW.
You sound like a complete miserly asshole, which on top of your being a complete idiot, means that you deserve every horrible thing that ever happens to you.
If it bothers you that much, quit the job and go do something else.
People are selfish, stupid, blind, deaf, and without any regard for their fellow man.
Try not to be concerned with how true people hold the things they say to be, or understand why they would do something contrary to the greater good or explicitly to harm you. People say things that serve their interests. They do things that serve their interests.
They may not be fully aware of why or how the things they say and do serve their interests, or what their interests really are, but rest assured this is the sum of all motives for social interaction of any kind.
If I had to guess, this person likes to exercise his authority and sees you as a target for demonstrations of that authority. In a rational world you'd just kill him and get it over with, but if you want to keep your shit job you'll have to follow his every whim until you find an irrevocable reason to have him fired. It's important to find a reason that cannot be covered up or excused in any way; these people get into their positions by sucking up to their superiors and will be protected.
There's no healthy solution to this other than getting a better job somewhere else though, really. That's your best option.
Can we have a thread that doesn't end with my post?
>We are all one rotting heep.
I take offence to that, I'm the parasite feeding off the rotting heap.
Hey have some respect for yourself...you are the worm turning the rotting heap into useful soil.
I find the notion that both of you are correct most appealing.