Listen up, you pol lurkers and doomers. I am an average American drone, punching the clock in this rotting empire, grinding my balls to dust for a paycheck that barely covers the rent on a shoebox apartment. Why the fuck do I even bother? The whole system is a scam, taxes funneled to endless proxy wars, borders wide open for the great replacement, and every opportunity just another layer of debt slavery. But forget the macro bullshit for a second. Lets talk about the real gut punch: the women here.
American chicks? Jesus Christ, what a parade of horrors. Wall to wall landwhales bloated on onions lattes and fast food, slathered in tramp stamps and neon hair dye like they are auditioning for a dystopian sideshow. And the attitudes? Pure venom, feminazi screechfests demanding six figure simps while they ride the carousel into their 30s, then wonder why the Chads ghosted. These harpies would get ducked and stoned in any pre modern society, burnt at the stake for less toxicity than they spew on TikTok daily. No grace, no allure, just entitled voids that drain your soul faster than a bad divorce.
So what is the endgame? Stack cash for a future where I settle for some single mom behemoth with stretch marks from three welfare kids and a rap sheet of bad decisions? Or just fade out alone in a basement, jerking to memories of what femininity used to look like? Working feels pointless when the reward is a lifetime of blue balled resentment. Might as well burn it all down or bug out to some third world paradise where the girls still know how to smile without a safe space. Change my mind, anons. Convince me there is a point to this clownshow.