THE Tounges will Transport me wåhere ever i Choose.

So, I know that when you watch a video or whatever on social media the algorithm shows you more that are similar to what you've already seen. Right now on my feed, it appears that the far left is finding that cancel culture works both ways, and is not happy about it. I've got videos all over the place of mostly 20 something SJWs sobbing and wailing after supposedly losing their jobs because they posted video of themselves celebrating the Kirk shooting and/or posted absolutely vile comments on it, and someone sent screenshots to their employer. I'm not going to say watching them doesn't bring a warm fuzzy feeling to my withered black heart, but I wonder...these people are grown ass adults. Why would they throw a screaming tantrum over losing a job, especially considering they deserve far worse than unemployment? And if they were going to do that, why video it and post it online? What is there to gain from showing the internet their meltdowns? Back when I was that age, that would have been more like a mean-spirited prank a "friend" who didn't actually like you much might play on you than something you'd do yourself. I'm pretty sure a lot of these videos are about as real as Stephen King's apology, but again... To what end?

These internet age verification laws springing up in every state are cancer. Even Arizona, who usually does the opposite of what other states do, is about to implement it it now.

These systems are ripe for abuse and misuse. You know they're going to extend it to EVERYTHING eventually, right?
Want to espouse some political view over the internet about Nazi midgets? Well, now your government ID is directly tied to it and some crazed tranny shooter is also going to come and kill you.

As long as the Tranceporter keeps FIRING every thing is GOOD & BLESSED muahahahahha

Just got back from seeing Bel'akor with my best friend of 13 years, probably one of the best metal concerts I've been too, amazing band in every aspect firing in all cylinders! Much needed1

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

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#Gandalf #Saruman #LordOfTheRings