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Whites in Zimbabwe

Shit's slowed to a crawl and it disgusts me, viscerally. When you lose all your money and get stuck waiting for your next batch to come in, it starts to feel like you're stranded on one of those comedically small islands in the middle of the ocean with a palm tree, just waiting for anything to happen. Except that's not the case, and I can do something about it, that of which I have no clue as to what. Maybe I need to put someone down, maybe I need to lie my way into a million dollars, maybe I just need some damn sleep and a day without being pestered into doing something. Oh, wait! That doesn't work either because I end up doing nothing on those days anyways.

In other news, I feel like a white farmer in Zimbabwe. Teaching some retards how to do basic tasks and getting commended to high regards for it. Spitting down on people below me and getting thanked for it, that's how it should be sometimes. We really need to do something about this plague class that's infested it's way into the various systems of the USA.

Would you enlist if there was a war? I would. Desert or snow or New York City, I'd do anything just to play cards and shoot people I arbitrarily don't like. Nothing's stopping me from just picking up cards, though. :)

As you can tell by my writing style I'm getting frantic and unable to make coherent hateful thoughts, they're still here I assure you, but they're having trouble finding their way out. S.O.S.

11/5/24