ThePoastmasterGeneral on Nostr: Hey Fed, I know it's been a while since we've talked...but you're at an inflection ...
Hey Fed,
I know it's been a while since we've talked...but you're at an inflection point in your life right now. Can I call it that? A life? Can I even still call you a fed? You're unemployed now. What's the right term? Faggot? Public cock receptacle? Nah, that's @ScottPresler. GRIDS pinata? It's not important. It's rough clay, we'll shape it as we go.
I want you to know it didn't have to be this way. Sure, we've had our ups and downs. You were forced to watch as I said nigger fifteen thousand times in the same day. I call that Friday. You had to listen while we incessantly demanded pics of Bill Mitchell's milkers or mocked gay twink Mexicans until you were blue in the face. Hell, you even listened to us wax philosophical on what it would be like to pump and dump your mom while you watched and cried with futility in the corner, shaking like the ineffectual, limp wristed soyboy that you are. Worst of all, you've had to listen to us constantly badmouth your jewish employers.
I get it, you were supposed to be the good guys, the ones doing the right thing saving the world from internet racists by stamping out free thought and manipulating public consciousness. The problem is, you weren't. You believed more in the kike that signs your paychecks than the reality of a decaying and increasingly corrupt world. You became the cog that held the rot together, instead of the purifying cleanser you thought you were.
In reality, you were a parasite, and now you're going to find out what the worst possible thing is for a parasite. It's going cold turkey. Your supply has dried up, and now you have to do what the rest of us have had to do all along, contribute something. You see, we were the producers in this scenario. Always have been. You were so sure we were evil, but the racists, we bring things to the table. Functional ideas, grounded in immutable natural truths. Work ethic. The same desire for a society that uplifts instead of destroys. We just didn't buy into all the lies and propaganda just for a meal ticket for some goyslop, kiddie porn, and a chance to goon. You did. We come in at the end of the day with sweat on our brows and still take the time from nurturing families, building permaculture, caring for God's creation, and making ourselves better people to stop to call you a disgusting gay nigger because it means something, and it was important that you know what you are.
Still, despite all this, I've been kind to you over the years. I've written you similar expositions begging you to do the right thing that fell on deaf, scabrous ears chafed with the thousands of lies that you happily partook in for some peace of mind that always eluded you. The well of mercy has dried up. Not a drop left. At least it's one well your masters won't be able to poison.
It won't be mercy you're offered this time. We're going to bathe in your tears. But since I'm more human than you'll ever be, I'll offer you one final olive branch of sorts. Since I'm an actual producer, I understand the pain of being unemployed. When you're at last shriveled and parched from being deprived the sustenance you grew fat upon, come to me. I'll still offer you a beer. Not that mass produced kike bathwater, a real homemade affair that soothes the soul. I'll let you sit down by the fire. I might even call you a gay nigger a few times for posterity's sake...but I'll treat you better than you ever treated me in that way, offering you an acknowledgement you never offered those of us that were correct all along.
You still lost. It's still over...but you can have a minute to lick your wounds before the boot snuffs you out. These are the terms. There will be no negotiations.
Sincerely yours,
The Poaftmafter
I know it's been a while since we've talked...but you're at an inflection point in your life right now. Can I call it that? A life? Can I even still call you a fed? You're unemployed now. What's the right term? Faggot? Public cock receptacle? Nah, that's @ScottPresler. GRIDS pinata? It's not important. It's rough clay, we'll shape it as we go.
I want you to know it didn't have to be this way. Sure, we've had our ups and downs. You were forced to watch as I said nigger fifteen thousand times in the same day. I call that Friday. You had to listen while we incessantly demanded pics of Bill Mitchell's milkers or mocked gay twink Mexicans until you were blue in the face. Hell, you even listened to us wax philosophical on what it would be like to pump and dump your mom while you watched and cried with futility in the corner, shaking like the ineffectual, limp wristed soyboy that you are. Worst of all, you've had to listen to us constantly badmouth your jewish employers.
I get it, you were supposed to be the good guys, the ones doing the right thing saving the world from internet racists by stamping out free thought and manipulating public consciousness. The problem is, you weren't. You believed more in the kike that signs your paychecks than the reality of a decaying and increasingly corrupt world. You became the cog that held the rot together, instead of the purifying cleanser you thought you were.
In reality, you were a parasite, and now you're going to find out what the worst possible thing is for a parasite. It's going cold turkey. Your supply has dried up, and now you have to do what the rest of us have had to do all along, contribute something. You see, we were the producers in this scenario. Always have been. You were so sure we were evil, but the racists, we bring things to the table. Functional ideas, grounded in immutable natural truths. Work ethic. The same desire for a society that uplifts instead of destroys. We just didn't buy into all the lies and propaganda just for a meal ticket for some goyslop, kiddie porn, and a chance to goon. You did. We come in at the end of the day with sweat on our brows and still take the time from nurturing families, building permaculture, caring for God's creation, and making ourselves better people to stop to call you a disgusting gay nigger because it means something, and it was important that you know what you are.
Still, despite all this, I've been kind to you over the years. I've written you similar expositions begging you to do the right thing that fell on deaf, scabrous ears chafed with the thousands of lies that you happily partook in for some peace of mind that always eluded you. The well of mercy has dried up. Not a drop left. At least it's one well your masters won't be able to poison.
It won't be mercy you're offered this time. We're going to bathe in your tears. But since I'm more human than you'll ever be, I'll offer you one final olive branch of sorts. Since I'm an actual producer, I understand the pain of being unemployed. When you're at last shriveled and parched from being deprived the sustenance you grew fat upon, come to me. I'll still offer you a beer. Not that mass produced kike bathwater, a real homemade affair that soothes the soul. I'll let you sit down by the fire. I might even call you a gay nigger a few times for posterity's sake...but I'll treat you better than you ever treated me in that way, offering you an acknowledgement you never offered those of us that were correct all along.
You still lost. It's still over...but you can have a minute to lick your wounds before the boot snuffs you out. These are the terms. There will be no negotiations.
Sincerely yours,
The Poaftmafter