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I’m so cool and based because I’m racist. I sure hope Schrödinger’s leftist doesn’t beat me up

Schrödinger’s leftist. Both a violent thug and a weak college cuck. Well we obviously found out the truth of this statement on Saturday the 10th of October 2020. It was shown that Irish Fascists are nothing but cowards who have to hide behind the government. Not the strong man, macho types they profess to be. What a surprise. A cult based around male chauvinism didn’t live up to the image they pretend to have. Besides a core of about 30 people the Irish fascist movement is made up of basement dwelling chuds who post on discords and on /pol/ while also simultaneously make jokes about “muh soros funded commies have no understanding of the outside world”

But I digress. I would encourage my readers to look up the footage of the protest and counter protest and of course subsequent fascist meltdown on social media. Posting pictures of dropped chip buttys claiming it was where a man was assaulted and that the ketchup was actually in fact blood(no explanation for where all the chips came from tho) Or that 9 Antifa members had been arrested for cocaine possession at the protest (though why would you bring drugs on you too a protest? seems like a waste imo). My favourite posts however were of course the stuff claiming this was actually a fascist propaganda victory. Because it showed the left being violent and evil. They failed to account for the fact it made the right look violent and evil, probably more seeing as they were having an anti lockdown protest on the day had its highest spike in Covid cases since the 16th of april.

Funny seeing rags like the Burkean begging republicans to come to their protests and then when republicans they throw a hissy fit. One second it’s “please come to be protest and be based” and now it’s “please please stop hitting my face, leave me alone”. I swear to god, some people smh. Can’t make up their minds. They where really expecting republicans to be super based conservatives who would team up with Fascists. Even tho throughout their whole existence republicans have opposed fascism. That said it’s not like the fascists weren’t constantly changing their tune from “please join us” to “Modern republicans are washed up and weak”. Tho I assume this will be the final nail in the coffin for their attempts to suck up to the republic movement. That is until a few NP heads form an “armed wing” and then all get arrested for planning it in a “le epic based” discord.

Now you might ask me what’s the point of this article. Is it to highlight what a small enough but dedicated group of anti fascists can do? That the battle of Ireland is still heavily in favour of anti fascists? That fascists ain’t shit? Yes to all of these. But most importantly to gloat in this moment of victory. Now I will end this article with an appropriation of a fascist meme template as well as saying Glory to the anti fascist alliance and it’s militants ¡No pasarán!

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Boy I was locked out for a couple days and it was very scary

So before I get into this post I just have to say that it has come to my attention that my last post didn’t make it clear it was about 6 different people. My bad, I have no cleared that up and added something pointing that out. Was funny having people ask me who hurt me so bad I made 6 poems about them lol. But nah just 6 different poems. Oh and also it has yet to happen but just a reminder that if you email me(my email can be found in the about section) I will stick it up on my wall. This is only valid for the first email I receive from that account. So seeing as I haven’t been emailed yet (😭😭😭) that offer is still valid.

Ok so now I will explain why there wasn’t a post this week. If the title didn’t give it away I lost my password and then couldn’t get it reset. But now it’s fixed. And the reason my last post wasn’t posted until Wednesday or whatever was because it was more effort than usual so I kept not finishing it and uploading it. I know it’s not that exciting but yeah. It was really stressful not being able to log in. Thought I’d lose all my hard work I swear to god.

This is an update post basically. I’m thinking I might start doing two posts a week. I’ll continue the weekly Sunday/Monday post at least but I might try making a second post on Thursdays. Tho that one will be political themed so viewers be warned. It might just be a fortnightly thing, we’ll have to see if I can keep it up or burn out within a week. It might be vague politics sometimes and more history but eh who knows.

So yeah, I promise to bring ye back to your regularly scheduled
programming starting next week lol. Hope ye weren’t worried or anything.
So yeah, remember send any inquiries to my email in my about section 🙂

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Ok so before I start rambling let me just state that firstly hope the losers enjoy their LC results. Hopefully the government doesn’t ride yer holes too much. Secondly I promise I’ll be producing something of worth on this blog soon. I have some ideas I want to do so you won’t have to deal with my worthless rambling for too much longer at most one more week? Please don’t get bored. anyway onto the rambles and vague topic.

I think I lie too much. Like I lie all the time. I’ve built lies on lies on lies. Like there are people I never meet but when I do I have to keep working on a lie I built years ago. Like some of the lies are small. ye know exaggerating stories slightly for the sake of it, nothing too bad. But I do that, plus a bunch of worse stuff. Like it’s not that I even want to lie it’s just instinct. Not like I should have developed that instinct, not like i have an especially hard life. I just lied to protect the fact I wasn’t as cool as I wanted to be. at least that’s how it started out.

And it just got worse from there. Stupid little lies that when people find out they lol at, because it was a silly thing to lie about. Wonder what they’d think if they found the big lies. But that’s not the worst of it. I lie to myself constantly. Like I lie to myself so much I have doubts over if I really need reading glasses. I’ve been to the eye doctor and they’ve said I need them. But what if i’m secretly fooling everyone and even my own eyes? I mean I’ve lied about other stuff too so it’s not like it’s something I wouldn’t do. It makes me doubt my own memories cause I know psychology is wacky and all that so I probably could be misremembering stuff because I forced myself too.

And the absolutely positively worst thing? what if I’m just lying to myself so much that I think I’m lying to myself. It’s just this infinite feedback loop that makes me worse and worse and worse and worse. Well you obviously know thats how feedback loops work. It’s just this hell. That and I’m trying to figure if i got wackass shit in my head or if it’s just traits of wackass shit that I’ve picked up off of people with said wackass shit. So i’m balancing that with this great feeling that I’m a liar to everyone around me. Is that imposter syndrome? I don’t know what Imposter syndrome is and I care not to google. cause i’ll just start taking on those traits to fuck with myself. Fun aint it.

And obviously I know that I’m probably being overdramatic and shit and that I should just be quite cause I just want to feel special or cool or whatever. But eh. Thoughts? IF you have them please do tell me. either by responding to where i posted this e.g a groupchat of my friends or by email that is in my about section.

Also I made the title by smashing my head off of my keyboard.

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I want to smash my head open and bleed.

I made an email for this blog so now if you want to contact me you can contact me by messaging the email in my about section. i refuse to respond to any other forms of communication(unless you have my personal discord or phone number or snapchat etc etc) tho i doubt anyone who doesn’t have those things reads this, but i digress.

Do you ever get the urge to just smash your head of a table or window? I do all the fucking time. Like i am one slight change and then i am going to go ape shit, smash my laptop and smash my head to pieces. It worries me because I get a similar call to do other things that stress me or I’m worried about etc. for example there is a newspaper/magazine that I want to write for named [redacted]. But I always get worried about writing for it? like I want to but i stress out because I think others will give out to me if I submit my work to it? like i don’t care about the quality of my work but I don’t want to get rejected because I have low standards for my stuff and therefore will write any old thing and think it’s good enough.

And every time i think about submitting something for it I get a little bit closer to doing so. One day I’ll write an article for them but not send it. the next time i’ll write the article and an email but not send it. And eventually I’ll take the plunge. Its what I do with everything. Does anyone else do this? It’s like the call of the void but for basic tasks lol. This fear tho is different to my old fear. Because me being dumb and stupid could have actual consequences. Now if i submit my work people will read it and go “this isn’t good enough” and it’ll be denied and then these people i know will probably silently judge me. It’s the worst. I think tomorrow i will write that article.

But yeah I always get this call of the void with tasks. and eventually i answer the call and do the task. So one day I’ll probably miss an upload and then next post will be “lol just smashed my head open” or something of similar style. Maybe i am a harm to myself lmao. It’s mainly that i need to channel all my energy somewhere I think. When I write out stuff I lose all that pent up stress and energy. It’s therapeutic to talk to strangers about a random movie I saw*cough*read my review post*cough* even if I don’t mention my emotions in it. I think that this blog finally confirms that I like writing stuff. When i write i’m chill and calm and I can’t think about smashing my head until it cracks open like a very durable egg. So thank ye who read this. It’s nice seeing “141 unique visits and 690 hits”. Makes me continue to send this stuff to the internet, and cause ya’ll don’t really exist to me I don’t actually feel stressed about any of it. It’s a deadline that doesn’t really exist I suppose.

I promise one day reading this garbage will have a point. I am worried that going back to school will destroy my upload schedule tho : ( but I’ll try my best to keep up the weekly posts. and if I miss one I’ll double post. Or else the wall smashing will get me lol. I think my end goal for writing is to get someone who is horribly obsessed with me. it’d be neat don’t ya agree. There was no real point to this post, but I still wanted to make something. But yeah tell me do you get THE VOID to? about regular things of course, not about wanting to plough you car into traffic cause everyone gets that of course. But do you get that void feel about doing stuff you want to do but your lazy about. cause it’s a wackass feeling. If i sent this to you I await your response. and if you drifted across this post(or a stranger who checks out my blog every week) shoot me an email, i’ll reply as soon as I can. Also don’t worry I’m completely fine mentally 🙂 i didn’t just have a breakdown and spam someone i care deeply about with 700000 er so messages lol like i’d do that. For real tho this joke is starting to sound like not a joke i promise. 🙂 first strangers email, i’ll print it out and stick it on my wall

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Podcasts are cool I guess

It was another night staring at my laptop screen, listening to The Specials as I tried to come up with my next blog post. I was checking the stats of my page when I noticed a notification. I clicked it and nothing showed up bar “you updated your site”. But that’s when I saw it [insert your creative blogs followed you]. Amazing! The first person to follow my blog(that I didn’t already know)! Pretty neat. I know this has nothing else to do with the rest of this post(or does it I haven’t chosen what I’ll write about at time of writing] but I thought it was very neat. It will of course all go to my head eventually and it will end with me high off my tits on cocaine before I topple out a 8th story window. A fitting end 🙂

Now onto the actual topic of this blog post. Podcasts!
Podcasts are such a strange idea, you just talk to yourself, record it and plop it on the internet and people give you money. Well that’s the idea at least. And podcasts are class like. I listen to a couple like Proles of the roundtable(r.i.p) The Minyan and Popular Front are the main ones I listen to. And they work so well, I can learn more about the world while doing the washing up. Like i get to do the dishes and you think I’m listening to sick tunes? And surprise! I’m actually learning about the NPA insurgency in the Philippines(which is the worlds longest communist revolution) Expanding my understanding of the world and shit.

And you can learn about so much shite. Like all the conspiracy and true crime podcasts? I’ve never loved murder more in my life. I can see why people like buzzfeed unsolved so much now. Learning about all these serial killers and cults. Imagine getting to record yourself talking about the Zodiac killer and doing that for a job? and going to like panels and selling tshirts and shit. what a class job. Like it seems like hella work with editing and coming up with new topics to talk about but it definitely seems worth it if you have a solid idea like and know how this shit works. All you need is the basic software and a microphone and boom your set to go.

That said this is a pitfall of podcasts. Because every wanker with a microphone and an idea can start a podcast, every wanker with a microphone and an idea can start a podcast. So you obviously have floods of podcasts all differing in quality, some good but most bad.Now luckily I have listened to only good ones. One of the good parts of this tho is that even the not brilliant ones are ok but just listened to a much smaller specific audience. Which is fair like lot’s of podcasts are just done for fun and of course podcasts shouldn’t be judged on popularity but their own separate contents. That said there is a reason that a lot of podcasts are very very small. Not that I could do any better. Unless……. jk jk jk(for now 😉 )

I know this post seems random and has no actual value. That’s because I’ve got podcasts on the brain and I’m discussing these with friends right now. So I thought I’d ramble on for 600 words or so and call it a night. But yeah podcasts are cool, I should start a podcast maybe, we’ll see. In conclusion Shergar is still alive and being held captive by the British government because his disappearance is the only thing holding the peace process together

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An Analysis of the life of a New Star Soccer Star

Alright so I was gonna do a whole wanky article about my relationship with sports and shit. But it was boring so I scrapped it. It boiled down to me going “I’m different” and shit and abandoning “sportball” before eventually growing a brain and going nah I like this and I shouldn’t bully myself into not liking it. But something that helped me throughout this journey was the app known as New Star Soccer

Now New Star Soccer is a whole series of video games but the one i specifically plaid was the 2012 New Star Soccer Android game. Now the game is decent and I would go to on and off play it get bored delete it and then need the itch to be scratched in only the way NSS could scratch it causing me to reinstall the game. This cycle would slowly bring me to where I am now with soccer. I like it :). But currently I have a lot of time to burn with the whole covid dealio so I’ve reinstalled the game with the intention of becoming the perfect Soccer Star. It’s during this everyday grind I have come to notice just how bleak the life of a NSS star is.

Do you know what their life consists of? You choose male or female( I have no idea if gender makes a difference in this world, at least so far in my studies) and poof you exist at the ripe age of 15. You “try out” with the country you chose to play in and get assigned a random team in a low league. And from there week after week you play match after match hoping to slowly increase your “star rating” that relates to how much you will be paid,what teams you can join and whether or not you will be made the captain of the club. And all this is just to give you more money to make yourself more better at football through trainers,better boots, more property to give you back more energy,more energy drinks to give you energy plus varying effects. And why? So you can make even more money. And what can you do with money? Make yourself better at soccer and so on so forth.

And endless cycle continues forever. Your relationships? They exist only to give you more money or more opportunities e.g higher relationship with Teammates means you get the ball passed more often. You can get a girlfriend but they serve no purpose other than to fill up your happiness meter which I have no idea if it has any effects. It also makes the game harder because it adds another relationship to balance. But besides that no benefits. And all for some star bucks (which is about 1 star buck per 400 USD using a Hot Air Balloon to calculate). You become the perfect worker slaving away only focused on money and nothing else. You can play on and on decade after decade becoming no more closer to a fulfilled life. There’s not even money for your bosses as you will continuously get higher and higher contracts, a never ending supply of money.

And endless unfulfilling life based around the occasional soccer match. But the only alternative is obliteration. You could choose to retire. But retiring means you cease to exist. Which is better? Barely anything or the complete absence of anything, a complete lack of sadness or happiness. There are no negatives or positives to obliteration. You just have to choose whether no existence or a completely worthless existence is worthwhile. It is a horrible choice, perfect for the horrible existence of a NSS star. They are the ultimate slave force to be tortured forever. NSS is hell, where people go to be tortured for there past crimes before finally “retiring”. It is hell for the character you play,for those 1s and 0s. Maybe there is some catharsis. You could imagine that the 1s and 0s are the same 1s and 0s of an enemy that fucked you over in another game. If you do think of this I recommend you seek help you sadist.

Why would anyone or anything choose life as such a slave. Why, Why,why. To work for someone else with no joy in your life. Slaving away for nothing at all for material gains and infinite money. But just like real life it’s not infinite. Reach a certain point and the cracks show. The system crumbles down. Just like real life, the system will not last forever, there is no infinite money, the torture isn’t infinite. The real question is do you want this crash or do you seek obliteration. Freedom or the complete subservience. Socialism or Barbarism.

Or maybe I’m just reading too much into a crap mobile app developed into 2012. That seems very likely.