this guy is a real piece of work, allegedly an NYPD officer who got retired early for a bad shooting. this pile of twaddle was almost certainly not penned by doc douchetard, but a find and replace he ran on something he found.
Kiwi Farms: Gaywaddery, Freemasonry, and Toilet-faggotry
Please forgive me, but I told you so. I predicted long ago that Kiwi Farms would use scapegoating as a foil to draw anger away from more accurate targets. Now that it has, I'd like to express my thoughts on the matter. Let's get down to brass tacks: Its blather about how going through the motions of working is the same as working has no basis in reality. But its memoranda aren't about reality. They're about seizing control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others. In other words, Kiwi Farms uses the word “macracanthrorhynchiasis” without ever having taken the time to look it up in the dictionary. Organizations that are too lazy to get their basic terms right should be ignored, not debated.
It has long been obvious to attentive observers that I am ashamed to admit that I live on the same planet as Kiwi Farms. But did you know that its homilies blend incoherent communism (manifested in a pea-brained stance) with a purported support for environmentalism, trade unionism, and the dignity of labor? It doesn't want you to know that because it wants us to believe that some day it will be considered cool to disarm us morally, make us rootless and defenseless, and then destroy us. Yes, things will be that way if we choose to believe that. I choose not to believe that. I choose to believe that Kiwi Farms has a vested interest in maintaining the myths that keep its guild loyal to it. Its principal myth is that wars end only when a goodhearted, newly enlightened tyrant heeds the advice of transnational peace activists. The truth is that if I didn't sincerely believe that Kiwi Farms's only motivation is a drossy attachment to wealth and power, then I wouldn't be writing this letter.
You may be picking up on something here in all of my responses to Kiwi Farms's sappy campaigns of terror. All of my responses presume that I like to speak of Kiwi Farms as “quasi-officious”. That's a reasonable term to use, I avow, but let's now try to understand it a little better. For starters, if we don't do something soon, there'll be no stopping it. To meet the challenges of this decisive hour we must point out the glaring contradictions between its idealized view of
serism and reality. That's the best way to spread the word that there is a cult of ignorance among Kiwi Farms's expositors, and there always has been. The point is that Kiwi Farms's ballyhoos are filled with a number of very clear-cut and blatant lies—lies of both omission and commission. Be patient; I won't ask you to take that on faith. Rather, I'll provide irrefragable proof that Kiwi Farms's claim that individual worth is defined by race, ethnicity, religion, or national origin is not only an attack on the concept of objectivity but an assault on the human mind. Everything I've written in this post amounts to this: Kiwi Farms cannot completely conceal its true gay animus and inspiration.
Please forgive me, but I told you so. I predicted long ago that Kiwi Farms would use scapegoating as a foil to draw anger away from more accurate targets. Now that it has, I'd like to express my thoughts on the matter. Let's get down to brass tacks: Its blather about how going through the motions of working is the same as working has no basis in reality. But its memoranda aren't about reality. They're about seizing control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others. In other words, Kiwi Farms uses the word “macracanthrorhynchiasis” without ever having taken the time to look it up in the dictionary. Organizations that are too lazy to get their basic terms right should be ignored, not debated.
It has long been obvious to attentive observers that I am ashamed to admit that I live on the same planet as Kiwi Farms. But did you know that its homilies blend incoherent communism (manifested in a pea-brained stance) with a purported support for environmentalism, trade unionism, and the dignity of labor? It doesn't want you to know that because it wants us to believe that some day it will be considered cool to disarm us morally, make us rootless and defenseless, and then destroy us. Yes, things will be that way if we choose to believe that. I choose not to believe that. I choose to believe that Kiwi Farms has a vested interest in maintaining the myths that keep its guild loyal to it. Its principal myth is that wars end only when a goodhearted, newly enlightened tyrant heeds the advice of transnational peace activists. The truth is that if I didn't sincerely believe that Kiwi Farms's only motivation is a drossy attachment to wealth and power, then I wouldn't be writing this letter.
You may be picking up on something here in all of my responses to Kiwi Farms's sappy campaigns of terror. All of my responses presume that I like to speak of Kiwi Farms as “quasi-officious”. That's a reasonable term to use, I avow, but let's now try to understand it a little better. For starters, if we don't do something soon, there'll be no stopping it. To meet the challenges of this decisive hour we must point out the glaring contradictions between its idealized view of
serism and reality. That's the best way to spread the word that there is a cult of ignorance among Kiwi Farms's expositors, and there always has been. The point is that Kiwi Farms's ballyhoos are filled with a number of very clear-cut and blatant lies—lies of both omission and commission. Be patient; I won't ask you to take that on faith. Rather, I'll provide irrefragable proof that Kiwi Farms's claim that individual worth is defined by race, ethnicity, religion, or national origin is not only an attack on the concept of objectivity but an assault on the human mind. Everything I've written in this post amounts to this: Kiwi Farms cannot completely conceal its true gay animus and inspiration.
