THE HIDDEN BLOG
LETS BE HONEST
The dating market post-pandemic went from atrocious to apocalyptic levels of male desperation and female whoring.You're either a have or have not, and as stated in THE PROTOCOLS OF THE ELDERS OF ASHOID, women are easiest to control due to their constant need for validation, and since validation culture provides positive feedback for all decisions. Women can become the ashoids ideal fat and entitled slab of goycattle, and men will fight over trash to keep their genes alive. The have-nots are either forced into the furry sodomy dungeons, or have to fight over the lowest quality ashoid scum. "not every art type is scum, but all ashoids are arthoe scum"
YOU AINT BLACK
Because I drew the shortest straw possible, I didn't just get stuck dealing with ashoids. OH no no no young SAPA deciple, I got stuck with Autistic ashoids. Because nothing is better than dealing with:
- Trauma
- Age Regression
- Childish Dilusions
- Emotional Immaturity
- Childish interests
- Etc Etc Etc
As you can tell I really don't like autistic art student types. Not to the point of anger, but immence frustration because I can't do any better
As you hit your teenage years, RNJesus runs a couple lines of Pajeet Java code to decide whether ashoids, or ziggers will show interest in you. Obviously ashoids are art types with wacky hair, cattlerings, skinscribbles, are morbidly obese ~75% of the time, and will apply femoid tactics upon finding out you're highly based. Ziggers on the other hand, are your typical zoomer woman, addicted to tiktok, covered in uglier skinscribbles than ashoids, dress like female rappers, and talk as if they're black.
DER POONER: Tiktoks Endgame In Learned Human Degeneracy
JENNIFER: The Autistic Vampire Queen
Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground in front of the snow cone stand and began licking at the girl's eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure-like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit vipers. They were confused, or convered, or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no one dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girl's face like a curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea that the girl's eye swere aroding under her ruby tongue. "this is digusting, it's pornography," exclaimed a pasty slug-like woman in a fur coat, vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. Countered a balding professor type in his mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants, "No, no, no. This is beautiful. This is art"
Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground in front of the snow cone stand and began licking at the girl's eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure-like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit vipers. They were confused, or convered, or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no one dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girl's face like a curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea that the girl's eye swere aroding under her ruby tongue. "this is digusting, it's pornography," exclaimed a pasty slug-like woman in a fur coat, vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot. Countered a balding professor type in his mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants, "No, no, no. This is beautiful. This is art"
Our 2nd example revolves around a girl I dated for ~4 months, for the sake of privacy
lets call her "jennifer." (yes, after the Pig Destroyer song of the same name)
Jennifer was a fat, highschool dropout, drug-addicted loser who thought of me as some
unachievable figure that only she was welcome to touch, while at the same time
constantly bringing up how she wanted to be a stripper or whore because women from
broken homes are degenerate losers
(remember this kids)
My interactions with Jennifer began while doing the usual thing on Bumble, mindlessly swipe on every woman that you see and hope to god she isn't a superficial ashoid whore. In previous interactions the best I could achieve was either some hypersexual sodomite itching the bugs out of his skin at the thought of shoving his std-riddled cock into my ass and converting me to the Society of Sodom, trannies, and drug addicted women that think gender is different to sex. I don't even need to mention that all were far left ashoids, but I did because i have an uncanny ability to attract the strangest retards. And I'm not even kidding about them being retards, every match I recieved was from some autistic loser who can't function outside their band/theater club because "wahhhh society is mean! they won't call me casper and use they/them (((pronouns)))" boo fucking hoo society sucks, I've been treated like social poison since I was 12 years old, if there's someone whos actually discriminated against by society, it's me.
So I get a message on the app by Jennifer, and at the start I thought my interactions with her would end up imploding in the same way it did with some other loser (she rejected me for liking firearms and not being identical, this outcome occurs about 99% of the time when trying to get a girlfriend, i'm always rejected for not being an slab of niggercattle)
As previously stated, I met Jennifer through Bumble while in college. I thought she would treat me like utter trash for my off the wall political/social