Liberty Archer

Hard ice cream is just not the same.

I have therefore purchased myself an electric ice cream maker. It is my understanding that I can control the softness of the ice cream pretty easily with this method

Now I just have to figure out how to get that lovely star shaped pipe shape to make a neat little ice cream pyramid with.

I find her to be such an admirable woman. Her sense of integrity, honor, and civic pride have an inspiringly contagious quality to them.

What a fantastic speaker and what an insightful, astute asset to the children lucky enough to end up in her school.

Who loves her little pickled pig flesh goyslop snack?

Good goyim! Eat your reconstituted swine bits soaked in salt brine so you don’t outlive your usefulness as a tax slave!

(It’s me. I’m the good little goya that loves these things. But if these aren’t goyslop, nothing does. )

Who said I was trying to make the world a better place?

Also what do you mean “have some dignity”? You, her, and everyone else on this site is doing the same shit: crossing paths with people they agree with or disagree with in various ways and interacting with them. I did not initiate the conversation. Isn’t the point of being on social media to reply to comments directed at you? You people clearly think I have some explaining to do to you as to why I don’t agree with you. And I am confident enough in my beliefs that I don’t hesitate or shy away from being challenged to answer to all manner of self righteous attempts at a struggle session. I am not deeply researching the profiles of literally any of the shrill, repetitive, self important individuals that can’t stand to see someone not give a shit about being your bizarrely specific, niche idea of a good person.

As far as the kid that initiated an exchange with me by parroting the exact same sentiment of deranged, inconsistent, & hypocritical bloodlust that 40+ year old leftists spout verbatim, I immediately disengaged when I realized she was an actual child.

In my defense, everything that 16 year old girl said to me directly is absolutely indistinguishable in any way from the style, tone, substance, and rhetoric of leftist adults.

Every word was just as likely to come from a politically lesbian menopausal women’s studies professor with covert narcissism than from a mentally ill 16 year old girl already deeply indoctrinated into the self destructive & self loathing ideology of natural sex rejection that same professor would have spent all her fertile years infecting academia with.

When I realized I had mistaken an actual child with an underdeveloped frontal lobe for just a run of the mill progressive adult merely sounding like their frontal lobe never finished growing, I apologized to her & disengaged. 

I should really take myself to movies like that more often. I hadn’t been to a movie theater in over a decade, probably.

The immersive experience of watching a film in the theater was amplified exponentially by the fact that being alone gave me the freedom to deeply focus on the viewing experience and react in the most natural way.

I spent much of the film watching through my fingers covering my eyes, or hugging my knees tightly to my body under my chin, contorting myself into all kinds of various versions of self soothing and viscerally reactive reflexive positions in the spacious, deep chair I occupied in the otherwise empty row.

I had already read tons of reviews of the film, as I am someone that often watches or reads critique of media I haven’t consumed myself. I knew the major plot points and knew generally what to expect in every scene because of this tendency of mine. There is no such thing as a spoiler to me.

However, I feel like I watched an entirely different movie than the one every review I had read in prior to seeing it watched.