Radicalised on Youtube





"You were radicalised on youtube. Now you call it jewtube. You started out as an atheist with a slight racist edge to your disbelief. You had a lazy consumer's need to be part of something that was superior. You wanted a challenge. You wanted struggle. You got it all without lifting a finger.
You currently get all your heroic journey needs from being anti-leftist, anti-feminist, anti-anything to do with human rights. Because you are all about human responsibility. You are a lone wolf, responsibly taking care of your obligations to yourself by being extremely online in spaces where you are surrounded by dudes who will accept anyone who is also a pathetic asshole.

Hopefully one day you'll catch your own reflection as you're trying on a teeshirt with a tough guy slogan that lets everyone know you are permanently crying copious man baby tears. You will see yourself as only you can see yourself. Your minds eye will punch through the layers of super embarassing manliness costume and you will experience a horrible moment of enlightenment about what a weak dog you have let yourself become. Hopefully this moment of self disgust will be so profound that you challenge yourself to a debate.

You will debate yourself and be forced to deal with your own preposterous logic. You collected fucked ideas so you wouldn't have to grow and change. You surrounded yourself with full of shit bros because they would never dare challenge you. You're not a clear thinking introvert, you're a handle of pubes connected to and empty shell. You will reach the conclusions that yeah, no one likes you: because you're ideas suck. Your thoughts are horrible. You piss people off because you talk nothing but obsessive shit. You don't like being around people because they feel how dead you are.

It's up to you to come back to life. Everyone deserves happiness, even you, you horrible prick. Climb out of your own asshole, the world needs people with a shitty past to teach it how to live. Your experience of being a massive fuckhead will of course forever haunt you, if you actually have a conscience, but you can deal with that, you're a tough guy."

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