Kevin Logan
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“Good times create weak men. Weak men create hard times. Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times.” – Most degenerate statement ever made by subhumans that need to be brutally murdered.
What do the women do in any of these so-called “times”? I know; absolutely fuck-all of anything of substance, just like every other day! Burn in hell with your scumbag Moses & your frail platitudes.
This is kind of a recap post as to why I’m done with people.
Once upon a time, in 2008, I had my first stay at the behavioral floor in the wretched hospital. It was an unhelpful experience, just like dealing with these bad arguments that make zero sense. The main point is when I left to go live my father due to the unknowing situation with the landlady at my mother’s house since I smashed the windows that day. I put in something like at least 5 job applications when I was at my father’s place for a few weeks, but when I was in my room one day, he decided to come in & give me a lecture about not having “drive” and decided to slam the door. That was the last I was ever going to want to talk to him, even though I rarely spoke to him prior to said living arrangement. It was an almost ideal situation of having my father in my life, but now I really hope he dies along with my uncle Johnny.
After going back to my mother’s place, I got a job in the mail room at Diversified that lasted a week before I just left one day with no notice. I especially couldn’t stand the people. I had difficulty as it was just trying to piss in this place like I did in school. That, of course, is another great reason to not leave the house.
After the eviction in ~2011-2012, we went to live with my mother’s aunt. I attempted to get a job at some temp agency or something where I was talking to some bitch in some job-application-setting-up office building. I smirked & said, “I’d rather be dead.” when asked a question about what type of job I’d rather have. At this point, said bitchlet decided to take me into some type of therapist office room where she suggested I sign up for social security which I still haven’t even attempted. I never attempted to sign up for welfare, & I don’t plan on that, either. Between her and the therapy-foid in the room, one said I was trying to “manipulate the situation” & therapy-foid said another platitude that I’d be “left behind”; whatever that seems to mean in Murican Scum Land.
This helped solidify the fact that I’m never attempting to work in any of these places, again. Besides the already excruciating emotional pain I was in at the time, having all my friends leave me and the only female I ever asked out in high school saying “no”, I started to not care whatever this worthless culture expects from me as they’re never getting it. As long as these types of vermin are even allowed to work, I’m not going anywhere near them. It’s only a shame that this so-called “cancel culture” doesn’t get all the putrid Moses-worshipers & other cowardly maggots rightfully fired so maybe I could reconsider getting a job at one of these places where I can do the job in peace & never have to be around them or hear any of them open their disgusting mouths.
I really don’t care what loneliness, emotional pain & busted ribs & shoulders it takes to be me under these conditions, but I’d still rather be dead than talk to a “social werker” or werk around any of you. It’s why I even remotely defend cryptocoin & NFT shit, because if a female miraculously comes into my life & needs me to do something, at least come up with something where I don’t have to leave the house & look at these disposable scoundrels in order to do it. I’ve seen some married sex workers making porn, so if that’s a “job”, it’s still a better option to hold the camera while I fuck her hole(s) instead of being subjected to the spineless maggots that infest every place of employment.
Everything from these types of people is just fake, weaponized “empathy” & love. I’d love to never be near any of you lying scumbags for as long as I live, just like how you all “left me behind”. Social workers & police-laden suicide hotlines for everyone, hurr durr durr…
What do the women do in any of these so-called “times”? I know; absolutely fuck-all of anything of substance, just like every other day! Burn in hell with your scumbag Moses & your frail platitudes.
This is kind of a recap post as to why I’m done with people.
Once upon a time, in 2008, I had my first stay at the behavioral floor in the wretched hospital. It was an unhelpful experience, just like dealing with these bad arguments that make zero sense. The main point is when I left to go live my father due to the unknowing situation with the landlady at my mother’s house since I smashed the windows that day. I put in something like at least 5 job applications when I was at my father’s place for a few weeks, but when I was in my room one day, he decided to come in & give me a lecture about not having “drive” and decided to slam the door. That was the last I was ever going to want to talk to him, even though I rarely spoke to him prior to said living arrangement. It was an almost ideal situation of having my father in my life, but now I really hope he dies along with my uncle Johnny.
After going back to my mother’s place, I got a job in the mail room at Diversified that lasted a week before I just left one day with no notice. I especially couldn’t stand the people. I had difficulty as it was just trying to piss in this place like I did in school. That, of course, is another great reason to not leave the house.
After the eviction in ~2011-2012, we went to live with my mother’s aunt. I attempted to get a job at some temp agency or something where I was talking to some bitch in some job-application-setting-up office building. I smirked & said, “I’d rather be dead.” when asked a question about what type of job I’d rather have. At this point, said bitchlet decided to take me into some type of therapist office room where she suggested I sign up for social security which I still haven’t even attempted. I never attempted to sign up for welfare, & I don’t plan on that, either. Between her and the therapy-foid in the room, one said I was trying to “manipulate the situation” & therapy-foid said another platitude that I’d be “left behind”; whatever that seems to mean in Murican Scum Land.
This helped solidify the fact that I’m never attempting to work in any of these places, again. Besides the already excruciating emotional pain I was in at the time, having all my friends leave me and the only female I ever asked out in high school saying “no”, I started to not care whatever this worthless culture expects from me as they’re never getting it. As long as these types of vermin are even allowed to work, I’m not going anywhere near them. It’s only a shame that this so-called “cancel culture” doesn’t get all the putrid Moses-worshipers & other cowardly maggots rightfully fired so maybe I could reconsider getting a job at one of these places where I can do the job in peace & never have to be around them or hear any of them open their disgusting mouths.
I really don’t care what loneliness, emotional pain & busted ribs & shoulders it takes to be me under these conditions, but I’d still rather be dead than talk to a “social werker” or werk around any of you. It’s why I even remotely defend cryptocoin & NFT shit, because if a female miraculously comes into my life & needs me to do something, at least come up with something where I don’t have to leave the house & look at these disposable scoundrels in order to do it. I’ve seen some married sex workers making porn, so if that’s a “job”, it’s still a better option to hold the camera while I fuck her hole(s) instead of being subjected to the spineless maggots that infest every place of employment.
Everything from these types of people is just fake, weaponized “empathy” & love. I’d love to never be near any of you lying scumbags for as long as I live, just like how you all “left me behind”. Social workers & police-laden suicide hotlines for everyone, hurr durr durr…
