The Feminists
Mostly commentary on the linked article
Since I was about 13 my rage against feminism began. Even though in our world kids are supposed to be ignorant, I was essentially exactly on point. My mother was a superior creature above all feminists and above all other women who are sympathetic towards feminism. That is the plain fact seen by a child who doesn't care about how people feel about it or the circumstances of our world.
One of the ways in which I maintain my confidence that my view of reality is entirely accurate is the way it syncs up with my fellow Catholics, through the motion of the holy Spirit. Without these little surprises it would be difficult to summon myself for my mission.
The linked article syncs perfectly with my commentary on the mainstream world from my previous articles, which was just linked by Jack Poso, MyPillow salesman. This decided it would be the subject matter of my next article. Jack providing that inspiration is a masculine action and writing the article is a feminine one. This involves immaterial qualities that go beyond merely the technical details of linking an article on Twitter.
Just so, my mother loading my spirit with inspiration through telling off public School staff and me going online to deal a grievous blow against the mainstream world with what she equipped me with was a great feminine action through a great masculine one. Resulting in the final scene straight out of leon the professional, - The cosmic terrorism which inspired Steven Universe, which proceeded to be poorly made without me.
I was a born soldier, and my mother didn't know what kind she was. This is the meaning that was imbued into Metal Gear Solid 3, watching the final scene of the Boss with my brother. Sailing into mysteries in the wide sky associated with fiction, performing this operation with perfect Stealth.
And then liberated women went on to social media and started ranting about the various Snakes being gay for each other, the vulgar obscenity which the mainstream world inspired them to express. When my friend ipgd went over to their camp, that was the beginning of interpreting her as no longer my friend, no longer the person she was, but rather something else joined with my friend.
The Feminists
The incident began to dominate the mainstream world as people knew it. Because of the significance to male and female relationships of all forms, they pretended like only a man had been involved in their spiritual climate. Certainly no one has ever said anything to me about my mother online, despite invoking Steven Universe once.
Below this level is the worldly progression of feminism. It began to lose its sanity after the incident, becoming unsatisfiable, a transformation that is symbolized in a famous insult for bad women.
Below this level is feminism as people understand it. What she says about the longhouse is straight out of my depictions of the mainstream world. I sincerely want to work with her one day, perhaps in heaven. I ignore the various noises of normal interactions about feminism as being much like bugs. Annoying and provoking a deep resentment of the various ways my relationship with my friend was ruined.
I had much more profound things to share with her - not just my magical employment of the metal gear solid story. I was turning her into a superior organism, but that's not something you say to people at the time. It will go straight to their head or something.
My vision is becoming much more functional, to look directly through society, seeing all the various radiation which fuels me to fight again and again to wherever the mainstream world is centralized in the spirit realm. I didn't want this, but without my friend there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's funny how my opponents screw up again and again to create their own destruction, but you shouldn't pay attention to that without a good story for it. That's the utility of laughter, having an enjoyable moment of reflection here. And then you move on without remembering.
I've just such a dog brain that I can literally stomp straight through a big story not cloaked in story yet and just think about her. Thinking about squatting over her house. It's a symbolic term, her house, doesn't really mean anything.
Thinking about giant tongue lolling out and a big silly face smiling, the big dog entirely covered in blood. It's just so funny. That's why I need alternate timelines, so the story can happen seriously in them and I can just focus on being a dog in this one. Even if I'm not consciously doing so I'm still doing it.
Oh yeah I was going to talk about feminism. Uhhh that's what I did, things are confusing when you are dog
And? The astonishing contributions to levels of femininity I was to make especially for my friend? Already did that too.
“Gender”
Begone dog
Gender proceeds out of the bizarrely schizophrenic cognitive climate after the defeat of the mainstream world. As I have previously discussed, through things such as Homestuck people sought new ways of being through the comic towards me without being able to see me, because the bad comic used symbols associated with myself which have inherent spiritual power.
And so that is one strand of the nonsense consuming their lives, a major one, alongside many others though. They could not allow me into their lives or I would scientifically dissect them and fix them. And so I sought to Undermine their lives. When I say undermind it is different than when those consumed by things like gender say it. Undermine is a special term from me which is given power in the world through my friend, as through her relationship with Toby Fox, who made Undertale. Through the action of friendship, a social phenomenon, and social phenomenons are mostly associated with women: she did everything needed to turn things back to 2009 when my efforts were corrupted by Andrew Hussie for Homestuck.
If the various people surrounding these happenings weren't really stupid, they would have been able to notice all the little congratulations I have given her, as with the images I would arrange wherever I went whether to 4chan or other places like my blogs. But they needed to avoid that and support the mainstream world. I cannot imagine the excruciating pain of being someone in her life since then and remembering seeing those little congratulations. This is one of the reasons why they scream whenever I show up in places associated with Homestuck or undertale.
The social worlds built since the demolishing of the mainstream world prevent me from being properly understood. For example when I refer to remembering in the previous paragraph, I mean actually remembering. They have already seen them but they were not conscious at the time. The seeing, and their experience of the seeing, already exists, but in shadows.
I present a bit of a problem. As I have illustrated on many occasions throughout my life, I am someone who can be called a girl's boy. I so naturally and easily associate with girls that for the sake of my plan I needed to avoid this so I could accomplish what I wanted to accomplish. They would interfere otherwise.
The problem with their longhouse, which I see as a cosmic nightmare even though it actually isn't in our world. Yet.
Is that in the animalistic pecking order of the fallen world they love so well: a girl's boy is top dog in their world. For one who is sufficiently healthy and developed, they are at his Mercy, and of his ability to use his social powers and other faculties.
I avoided such an easy option because it would not have accomplished my very difficult goals. But now that I have accomplished them all for the time being, I can move back to an easy life. Oopsies, feminists. Wraor, snarl. :)
I wanted to have very important discussions on the topics poorly addressed by feminism but I must delay this. Instead I rest on my laurels and have fun. I intend to fully burn out the stain of feminism from the mind of my friend, and I assume this currently isn't difficult. At all
Her fake friends and her mentally affected real friends were not ready for my boy-girl battle with my friend, and and insured that absolutely nothing from my childhood was fulfilled. But my grandpa talked to me about “goils” before I went to school so it's fine