Doomers invade and insult their way through every conversation to the point that they seem identical to smug liberals. Doomers are a fucking useless cancer, sub-human, and We are absolutely sick of their simultaneous efforts to rile up our Lethal arm while undermining our Legal arm - what's more, they espouse themes of hopelessness because they, by demonstration of their very character, will NOT be fighting. No willing fighter would waste their time crying that everything is hopeless, because - to rather-ironically quote black activist and poet Gil Scott Heron - "the Revolution will put YOU in the driver's seat", end quote. And this is true; if the buck stops with you, why share doom? It is impotent rage from people too afraid to fight and too tired to have faith.
I invite the downvotes of Crocs-wearing, vidyagame-addicted, constantly-masturbating fatasses who know absolutely that they will neither fight nor have faith, but deny the obviousness of both due to unwarranted egoism - I invite these useless pussy maneuvers as quickly as you please, and I say this: my desire as a father, husband, Patriot and fighter is to shit down the neckholes of doomers on the same day that victory is already mine. Doomers will be my dessert. Doomers are cancer and will not be forgiven, and I make this assessment with the full confidence that the check I write with these words will be cashed in-full.
Doomers invade and insult their way through every conversation to the point that they seem identical to smug liberals. Doomers are a fucking useless cancer, sub-human, and We are absolutely sick of their simultaneous efforts to rile up our Lethal arm while undermining our Legal arm - what's more, they espouse themes of hopelessness because they, by demonstration of their very character, will NOT be fighting. No willing fighter would waste their time crying that everything is hopeless, because - to rather-ironically quote black activist and poet Gil Scott Heron - "the Revolution will put YOU in the driver's seat", end quote. And this is true; if the buck stops with you, why share doom? It is impotent rage from people too afraid to fight and too tired to have faith.
I invite the downvotes of Crocs-wearing, vidyagame-addicted, constantly-masturbating fatasses who know absolutely that they will neither fight nor have faith, but deny the obviousness of both due to unwarranted egoism - I invite these useless pussy maneuvers as quickly as you please, and I say this: my desire as a father, husband, Patriot and fighter is to shit down the neckholes of doomers on the same day that victory is already mine. Doomers will be my dessert. Doomers are cancer and will not be forgiven, and I make this assessment with the full confidence that the check I write with these words will be cashed in-full.