Rational Hatred Thread

[Bammer]

We need this.

People setting their social media posts to music. It’s insufferable.

[96583UP]

aggressive drivers

risk / reward ratio makes the watson supercomputer explode in a blaze of blue fire

[Bammer]

aggressive drivers

risk / reward ratio makes the watson supercomputer explode in a blaze of blue fire

Best part is that you end up stopped at the very same red light with them like ten minutes later.

Fkn clowns.

[Ello Sailor]

People setting their social media posts to music. It’s insufferable.

Oh no, not music!

The Bammer acct. is 10x more insufferable than this.

[Bammer]

People setting their social media posts to music. It’s insufferable.

Oh no, not music!

The Bammer acct. is 10x more insufferable than this.

Welp. Can’t argue that.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I’ll probably lock and merge this tomorrow

[Bammer]

I’ll probably lock and merge this tomorrow

I would hate that

[Alex]

rapists (Tragabigzanda)

[wease]

Don’t we already have this thread?

[wease]

rapists (Tragabigzanda)

Are you saying trag is a rapist?

[Alex]

rapists (Tragabigzanda)

Are you saying trag is a rapist?

no, i’m just saying certain things have come to light and i’m only pointing them out. everyone should do their own research on this. but the facts are telling.

[tree_]

i quietly wonder to myself what trag might have supposedly done to alex to inspire such behaviour

[Alex]

i’m a free speech absolutist, so when i follow a trail of facts, i feel a duty to bring them to light. the alarming news reports I’ve seen, coupled with some concerning PMs, paint a picture of a guy with hugely problematic behavior toward women. it’s something we all need to be aware of.

[BurtReynolds]

East texas. It's like someone's memory of a town, and the memory is fading.

Also the roads are a nightmare.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Alex]

aggressive drivers

risk / reward ratio makes the watson supercomputer explode in a blaze of blue fire

I’d like to PM you about this

[E.H. Ruddock]

someone wake up jorge so RM can be entertaining today

I'm sticking it to bammer, isnt' that entertaining enough?

[Alex]

someone wake up jorge so RM can be entertaining today

I'm sticking it to bammer, isnt' that entertaining enough?

does Bammer feel shame? does Bammer suffer life’s indignities? does Bammer… feel anything at all?

[Jorge]

rapists (Tragabigzanda)

Don't get yourself banned so quickly, you just came back!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.