No.239548
>I just got home from the city, and it was one of the most detestable experiences I've ever had to endure in recent years. I initially went out with the plan to purchase my family their Christmas presents today so that I wouldn't have to do it nearer to Christmas, when the shops would be busier, which i thought would be a good idea. When I entered the city center, I was absolutely disgusted by the vulgar display of putridity around me. There were old gypsies without a single word of english begging on street corners, battling for free real estate with the similarly minded homeless crackhead natives of the city. There were packs of niggers and brown rapefugees fresh off the boat, roaming around, smoking cigarettes and weed outside of shopfronts and staring at people with their inhuman, sub-65IQ charcoal black eyes. Most of the whites aged under 35 were either dressed in the globohomo wannabe-amerimutt hipster uniform (carhartt, mustaches, mullets, light wash denim, etc.) or the government housing estate special (branded black/grey/ blue matching tracksuit, faded haircut and expensive running shoes). I unfortunately had to spend a lot of time observing this fluctuating crowd of subhumans because every single one of my family members asked for items that were unavailable for in person purchase or spent half an hour responding to my texts. I only managed to get one present before giving up out of frustration and going home.
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>The bus ride was undoubtedly the worst part of today, however. I was pleasantly surprised with the fact that there were only about 10 people on the bus, which is highly unusual for a route that's usually quite popular. I sat around the middle of the bus, as I usually do, and nothing happened for the first 10ish minutes of the ride. That was, until 2 (or 3, I think there was a third but I wasn't looking up at the moment they were getting on the bus) "people" got on, the purest, most repulsive embodiments of the Council Housed And Violent archetype.
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>I'm used to seeing people like this, as the bus I take goes through a few traditionally working class areas, which have their fair share of abrasive undesirables. Given that the bus was almost empty, they felt they had free reign. I saw something hit the front of my seat, but I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and assumed it was just the product of an open window and a breeze bringing in small objects from the outside. Next, I felt something small hit off of my back. A minute later, my hair, then the back of my neck. I had my earphones in, listening to Skinny Puppy (meepermy band btw) and pretending that nothing was happening. They would begin to jeer at me, but I didn't turn around once, hoping they would stop. The only sentence worth remembering & paraphrasing that came out of one of their mouths was "I know you won't do anything mate because you'll have to talk(?) to my blade(?). RIO DE JANEIROOO". I'm not sure if "blade" was the exact word they said, because it seems very uncharacteristic for somebody like them to use. I endured one more potshot to the back of my neck before I decided to cut my losses and got off at the next stop, tuning out their continued insults and ending the 3 minute debacle that inspired this faggy blogpost. When I got up, my face had already turned bright red and I could feel my heart pounding. Its very embarrassing to admit that something as trivial as a group of 15/16 year old kids taking the piss out of me was enough to activate my fight or flight instincts, but such is life.
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>The thing is, I'm not sure if what I did was right. I have always been a coward, always meek and unwilling to engage in any confrontation that I am not absolutely sure that I will win. When I was in that seat I was reminded of when I was 14-15 and of the subhumans who used to constantly throw objects, water and insults at me, and how I almost always just took it and prayed to God, both in school and at home, for them to stop. Eventually they did, because they all dropped out of education or moved to a different school, which was a win in my book, but not a win that I earned.
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>I have always been an emotionally reactive person, but the thing is, the emotions i experience almost always stay within me. I have no real outlet except for blogposting in my libreoffice document or on imageboards, and every day I feel my resentment building more and more. I feel as if I can relate quite a lot to Travis Bickle from Taxi Driver, except for his self-confidence and willingness to actualise any meaningful change, traits I wish that I myself possessed. When i first watched taxi driver and listened to Bickle's monologue about a real rain coming to wash the scum off of the streets and most importantly, seeing his righteous retribution against the degenerate society he is condemned to live in, I felt almost as if Scorsese was speaking directly to me.
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>All my life I have been deprived of capacity for violence and vengeance. I constantly resent myself for my own weakness and hate others for mistreating me on account of it too. Another film I would relate my situation to is Straw Dogs, specifically the character David Sunmer, before he decides to stop being a passive little cuck and finally takes action to defend his house against the vermin of yorkshire who have done nothing but cause trouble for him, knowing they could get away with it due to his permissiveness. I have quite a lot of admiration for many prominent conservative-authoritarian leaders of the 20th century, even if I don't fully agree with all of their ideological nuances, simply because they overcame their own weakness and took out their righteous anger on the scum most deserving of it, organising just violence against unjust violence to build a greater, unified, powerful society. I don't know how to go about it, but I know that I need to somehow become strong so that the fear and respect I have been deprived of all my life will be given to me.
No.239549
Tldr the nogs on the bus scared me
No.239553
The guys on the bus should have beat this faggot up holy shit
No.239554
>>239548>"I know you won't do anything mate because you'll have to talk(?) to my blade(?). RIO DE JANEIROOO". truly, brapzil is absolutely one of the worst places to by a sissy whiteboy in.
xhe deserved it though, you only get picked up on if you appear weak.
No.239586
>>239548This reminds me of a guy I know in real life who was born pretty rich and obviously imagines himself as Batman cuz he blows every mild encounter way out of proportion
>Oh yeah there were eshays on the train, they were blocking the door with their bikes, I thought I was gonna have to fight themHere's how you fix this: Ask the guy to move his bike and he's gonna be like "oh yeah mate, sorry" because as it turns out, poor people are not out for blood
No.239593
>>239591
This must be a Liberal joke I'm too Conservative to understand
No.239594
>>239593It was a strawman and in any case this thread is not the place for that conversation
No.240064
>>239551its about having fun, being aryan and not giving a fuck, i believe.
>>239554>you only get picked up on if you appear weak.it raises the question THOUGH, how do (You) appear strong? i assume that you probably know more than most other posters on this board about this, living in a favela country and all. unless you reside in one of the mythical white parts of brazil, im guessing that you have to refrain from coming off as weak at all times to avoid ending up getting jumped by macacos, o algo
No.240082
>>240064you sit like this to show off your bbc bulge
should scare them straight 9/10 times