A little note of discomfort was enough to release a torrent of hatred and abuse—abuse of such vitriol and nastiness that ContraPoints, a veteran of troll-wars with the Alt-Right—for the love of the fuck—was chased off of Twitter.
In our modern, or rather postmodern world, there is no truth anymore. We have an endless amount of research but lack vital information. This leads us to realize that endless movement to some specific goal is a mirage.
Unfortunately, medicine is as subject to such human frailties as status-seeking and fashion as anything else.
There is a demand within our soul for the primitive and archaic. The veins are pumping hard beneath the spectacle, and be it by natural growth or a violent eruption, the soul of humanity will get what it needs and desires.
No thank you, juridical persons and gentlemen. I have called out the poverty of your overrated logic and I have called forth the Passionate Renaissance.
Endlessly and forever, people are doing the same old things, treating the history of youth culture as a buffet from which they can pick and choose whatever stale trend they want.
The alt-right never had to kill their friends: they never even had any. Did they even need them? The bare fact of their ideology was the banner which bound them in brotherhood as they incubated in dark corners of the Internet.
Will you let me into the Verso Loft? I will break your Marxist deconstruction down into a reactionary wonderland for cynical decadents. I am building a mod revival and I want to show you my hate speech.
It wasn’t nationalists and it wasn’t communists that got us bombing however many fucking countries we currently are. No, it was the Washington consensus that encompasses both parties.
Anna and Dasha are absolute fashionistas. Far from recoiling from talk of race and gender, these based New Yorkers positively marinate in it, indulging their inherently tabloid-y and salacious qualities.