Re: Exposing a member of the Dismiss Yourself Discord

[varinn]

Making this on an alt because I don't want to deal with the stupid fallout, but I've had it up to HERE with Guest. Let's be clear, this isn't a playful nudge; this is a full-blown, no-holds-barred call-out. Here's why Guest needs to be shown the door:
   

•     Disrespect: Guest has shown zero respect for anyone's opinions, time, or personal space. Your comments are often laced with vitriol, turning discussions into battlegrounds.
•     Harassment: If Guest disagrees with someone, they don't just argue; they attack. Personal insults, doxxing threats, and relentless DM campaigns have become their M.O.
•     Gaslighting: Guest manipulates conversations, twisting words and gaslighting members into questioning their sanity. It's not just disagreement; it's toxic manipulation.
•     Plagiarism: Guest steals content without credit, from posts to ideas, claiming them as their own. Thier creativity is as genuine as a three-dollar bill.
•     Trolling: Guest's presence in the community feels like walking into a field of landmines. Guest thrives on chaos, stirring up drama for their own twisted amusement.
•     Gatekeeping: Guest decides who belongs and who doesn't, based on some arbitrary, self-serving criteria, making newcomers feel unwelcome before they even settle in.
•     Violation of Privacy: Guest invades privacy with the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, sharing private information or screenshots without consent.
•     Incessant Negativity: Every post, every comment from Guest is drenched in negativity, turning vibrant discussions into a cesspool of cynicism.
•     Refusal to Learn: Despite countless opportunities, Guest refuses to grow, learn, or even acknowledge their mistakes, instead doubling down on toxicity.
•     Undermining Moderation: Guest challenges every rule, every mod decision, not to improve the community but to prove some point about their own superiority or to cause disruption.

Enough is enough. Guest is a walking, talking red flag. If you're reading this and you had any decency, you'd take this as your cue to exit stage left. But knowing you. we'll probably need to enforce this with retro since you can't take a hint.

theres been a callout post that has been slanderous to my reputation backed by no evidence whatsoever. i can guess who this "cocksucker-fucker" user is just by the way they type but regardless, my rebuttal goes as follows. before i begin my actual response though, i would like to apologize in advance for my inadequate level of english proficiency. i am not a native speaker of the world's current lingua franca which unfortunately leads to me making numerous embarrassing mistakes being made whenever i attempt to communicate using this language. whenever i am reminded of how i lack the ability to convey my thoughts in an eloquent manner, i feel as though i have committed a cardinal sin, as though every english teacher in the world is simultaneously shaking their head and sighing due to how utterly disappointed they are at me.

although i know that saying sorry to those of you who are reading my comment will not change the fact that i fail miserably to write and speak perfect english, i am writing this as a way to deter a certain type of people who cannot stand poor english (also known informally as grammar nazis) from mocking me by posting unwanted and unnecessary comments detailing my every blunder. in my humble opinion, making grammatical errors should be perfectly acceptable as native speakers should not expect non-native speakers to be able to communicate in their second or third languages eloquently. if you are able to completely understand what the other person wrote, is there really a problem with what they've written? no, because the entire concept of communication is the exchange of information between other intelligent beings, which means that no matter how the exchange of information is made, as long as the information is accurately shared there is not a fundamental issue with their ability to communicate. to see it in another way, remember that someone who isn't fluent in english is fluent in another language. when you think about it this way, isn't it impressive for someone to speak a second language in any capacity? having empathy and respect are qualities that are sorely missing for far too many people these days, especially on the internet.

that being said, i am aware that not all netizens who correct others are doing it to ridicule and shame. there are some who do so with the intent to help others improve and grow. however, displaying the failures of other people publicly will cause the person who is criticized to feel negative emotions such as shame and sadness due to the fact that their mistake has been made obvious which severely undermines the point they were trying to make in spite of their unfamiliarity with the english language. in most circumstances people are not looking for language help when they post anything online. most people just want to enjoy themselves and have a good time on the internet which is why i would not encourage correcting other people regardless of your intentions. if you really do want to help others with their spelling or grammar, i would highly recommend you to help via messaging privately because not only will you not embarrass anyone, you can also go more in-depth with your explanation which i'm sure the other person will greatly appreciate if they want help, but i digress. i know that i've written a bit of an essay, but i hope i've made my points clear.

[Sticki]

i can't understand whAt yuo;re trying to say bro

[varinn]

i can't understand whAt yuo;re trying to say bro

Did you do it? Did you do it? Did you crunch the numbers, you did the research, you put the time in? You crunched the research, did you do the numbers? Did you fact check yourself? Did you rewrite history? Did you crunch the numbers, did you research it? Did my own research. Looked up a couple of things the other day, took me about 10 minutes. Found exactly what I needed to find but did you do it? Did you crunch the numbers? Did you look up the research? Did you find out the online synergy that allowed you to FULLY expand your workflow so that you could... Research, the topic at hand? Did you do your research? Where are your... Peer, reviews? Where is your... Reference, at? What research did you do huh? What research did you do? Where'd you get your research at huh? What's your... What's your... What's your uh... What's your source, huh? What are your sources huh? Where's your research at? Your peer-reviewed research huh? With its sources? What are your sources huh? Where are your sources at huh? What's the research that you've done huh? I did 10 minutes of research, that's right 10 minutes of research online and I found out more than you or any egghead will ever know. Why should I believe in a scientist? I don't believe in anything that starts with an "S". Salami, salmon, suck, I believe in none of that. I don't believe in any of that because I put in the time, I put in the work, I grinded and grinded for 10 MINUTES, researching everything I needed to know. I read the headlines, sure, I checked the comment section, that's right, I looked at the article for five seconds before deciding that some of the words were a little bit too big but the fact remains, I did the research, I put in the time, I crunched the numbers. I crunched the research, I did the time. I put in the research. Yeah. But did you do it huh? Did you conduct experiments, resulting in something that would come up as... As logic, as reason, as fact huh? Yeah well my mom knows more than you and I trust her more than I EVER will. Yeah why don't you go outside and talk to some real people out there? REAL people, down in the dirt, down in the MUD, about what they're doing down there, what the REAL truth is huh? What the REAL facts are huh? What the REAL factual information is huh? Because I don't believe in your facts. Because I don't have a fax machine, and I don't- I don't- I don't need one to understand that I did the research. What you have said does not matter to me. What you have said will NEVER matter to me. You can't get it through my very thick, protective skull. I've done the research, I've put in the numbers and I've eaten the time. I've crunched it down, into little itty-bitty bites that are easy to consume and absorb into my body. I did the research and I understand things better than you could ever understand you see, I absorb information at an EXPONENTIAL RATE. That means that I absorb information really, really big and really, really fast. I don't know what the word "exponential" means exactly but I do know that it's a big word that I learned the other day from my word calendar, sitting on my desk here, and I've put in the research and I've done the time and I've crunched the numbers. And the thing is, the fact of the matter is, the matter of fact thing is, is that you haven't, and you are such a precious, little child, of ignorance and shame, you are an EMPTY VESSEL, for the will of the Devil and you haven't done the research, and you haven't put in the time or the work, or the effort that is necessary for you to come to my level. You see, I'm at a level at which you'll never be able to reach. I can take in that information and take in that research and absorb it immediately. I can do my own research and figure out what researching is. I even looked up "research" on Wikipedia the other day to double check and make sure that I was researching my research to the ULTIMATE standard. The standards and practices that I put forworth in my research, are BETTER than anything that you can ever do. You can't even begin to fathom or understand the research and work that I've put in on this topic. You can't even UNDERSTAND what I'm saying right now, with your dumb, baby ears. You're so stupid, your research is peer-reviewed, it's funded by scientists, it's funded by big science, yeah okay, yeah okay, yeah okay, I'm just supposed to believe that science is all good sometimes? That science is like... The- the- the best thing ever, that it's better than God and Jesus? And America? And french fries? And hamburgers? And barbecue? And chicken custard? I- I- I suppose you think that YOU'RE better than me too huh? That you're so smart, that you went to a "university", that you went to a college huh? That you have a college degree huh? Yeah, you think you're better than me for understanding and knowing the research that I've done, the time that I've put in, the work that I've done, the work that I do. I spend day, after day, after day, going onto Facebook, and looking, at these pictures, and understanding that I understand more than you EVER. WILL. I don't know what "pseudo-intellectual" means, you can't call me that because I don't know what it means, and if you told me what it meant, then I would- it means that. Well I'm not that, I'm actually just an intellectual because I put in the research. When I say research, when I say the word "research", what that actually means is that I've put in the time and the research, I've crunched the numbers, I've figured it out. Y- y- you- you think you're better than me, because you can read real good huh? Well you don't understand, like I said, I- I've done the research, I've put in the time you know, and I think that on- on- on this topic, I think that I'm... I think that I'm correct, I think that I'm RIGHT. I- I BELIEVE that I'm right, and that belief is so strong that it overpowers the rest of my body, that even if you presented me factual, hard evidence or showed me, that I was wrong about this topic... Then I still wouldn't believe you. Because guess what? I've done the research, and I'm the protagonist of this world. Watashi wa me, motherfucker. I put in the time and the research, to do what I have to do and figure out what is right for me, not as what is left for you, because what is right for me is much more important, I'm more important. I'm the center of this universe, you're just an NPC. You see, I'm on a quest right now to figure out some things and do some- do some research and- and the main quest is the quest to figure out how I can... BEAT THE SHIT out of you when it comes to this topic, and you're not gonna be able to stop me because I've done the research, I've put in the time, and I've crunched the numbers. And the fact of the matter is Kirby's not a very good game. What does he- What does he do, like, jump? I don't know, I... Yeah? No I don't- I don't care... I don't care... Do you think this Seinfeld bass line is like, haunted by the Devil? Yeah let me look at that up real quick... Yeah it is. Yeah I got it from seinfeld.biz. Yeah no th- that- that's real, it's true. Yeah. Crazy. Crazy. Yeah I just really... I- I- I- I just- well I gotta believe everything I read... No, well yeah, no I have- I have to. Well that's research right? It's just reading and believing, oka- Yeah. Yeah. You want to go get like a burger or something, no? Where you going? Oh you faded into the void, okay. Yeah that's cool, that's fine. Hm. Freaking idiot...

[Sticki]

Did you do it? Did you do it? Did you crunch the numbers, you did the research, you put the time in? You crunched the research, did you do the numbers? Did you fact check yourself? Did you rewrite history? Did you crunch the numbers, did you research it? Did my own research. Looked up a couple of things the other day, took me about 10 minutes. Found exactly what I needed to find but did you do it? Did you crunch the numbers? Did you look up the research? Did you find out the online synergy that allowed you to FULLY expand your workflow so that you could... Research, the topic at hand? Did you do your research? Where are your... Peer, reviews? Where is your... Reference, at? What research did you do huh? What research did you do? Where'd you get your research at huh? What's your... What's your... What's your uh... What's your source, huh? What are your sources huh? Where's your research at? Your peer-reviewed research huh? With its sources? What are your sources huh? Where are your sources at huh? What's the research that you've done huh? I did 10 minutes of research, that's right 10 minutes of research online and I found out more than you or any egghead will ever know. Why should I believe in a scientist? I don't believe in anything that starts with an "S". Salami, salmon, suck, I believe in none of that. I don't believe in any of that because I put in the time, I put in the work, I grinded and grinded for 10 MINUTES, researching everything I needed to know. I read the headlines, sure, I checked the comment section, that's right, I looked at the article for five seconds before deciding that some of the words were a little bit too big but the fact remains, I did the research, I put in the time, I crunched the numbers. I crunched the research, I did the time. I put in the research. Yeah. But did you do it huh? Did you conduct experiments, resulting in something that would come up as... As logic, as reason, as fact huh? Yeah well my mom knows more than you and I trust her more than I EVER will. Yeah why don't you go outside and talk to some real people out there? REAL people, down in the dirt, down in the MUD, about what they're doing down there, what the REAL truth is huh? What the REAL facts are huh? What the REAL factual information is huh? Because I don't believe in your facts. Because I don't have a fax machine, and I don't- I don't- I don't need one to understand that I did the research. What you have said does not matter to me. What you have said will NEVER matter to me. You can't get it through my very thick, protective skull. I've done the research, I've put in the numbers and I've eaten the time. I've crunched it down, into little itty-bitty bites that are easy to consume and absorb into my body. I did the research and I understand things better than you could ever understand you see, I absorb information at an EXPONENTIAL RATE. That means that I absorb information really, really big and really, really fast. I don't know what the word "exponential" means exactly but I do know that it's a big word that I learned the other day from my word calendar, sitting on my desk here, and I've put in the research and I've done the time and I've crunched the numbers. And the thing is, the fact of the matter is, the matter of fact thing is, is that you haven't, and you are such a precious, little child, of ignorance and shame, you are an EMPTY VESSEL, for the will of the Devil and you haven't done the research, and you haven't put in the time or the work, or the effort that is necessary for you to come to my level. You see, I'm at a level at which you'll never be able to reach. I can take in that information and take in that research and absorb it immediately. I can do my own research and figure out what researching is. I even looked up "research" on Wikipedia the other day to double check and make sure that I was researching my research to the ULTIMATE standard. The standards and practices that I put forworth in my research, are BETTER than anything that you can ever do. You can't even begin to fathom or understand the research and work that I've put in on this topic. You can't even UNDERSTAND what I'm saying right now, with your dumb, baby ears. You're so stupid, your research is peer-reviewed, it's funded by scientists, it's funded by big science, yeah okay, yeah okay, yeah okay, I'm just supposed to believe that science is all good sometimes? That science is like... The- the- the best thing ever, that it's better than God and Jesus? And America? And french fries? And hamburgers? And barbecue? And chicken custard? I- I- I suppose you think that YOU'RE better than me too huh? That you're so smart, that you went to a "university", that you went to a college huh? That you have a college degree huh? Yeah, you think you're better than me for understanding and knowing the research that I've done, the time that I've put in, the work that I've done, the work that I do. I spend day, after day, after day, going onto Facebook, and looking, at these pictures, and understanding that I understand more than you EVER. WILL. I don't know what "pseudo-intellectual" means, you can't call me that because I don't know what it means, and if you told me what it meant, then I would- it means that. Well I'm not that, I'm actually just an intellectual because I put in the research. When I say research, when I say the word "research", what that actually means is that I've put in the time and the research, I've crunched the numbers, I've figured it out. Y- y- you- you think you're better than me, because you can read real good huh? Well you don't understand, like I said, I- I've done the research, I've put in the time you know, and I think that on- on- on this topic, I think that I'm... I think that I'm correct, I think that I'm RIGHT. I- I BELIEVE that I'm right, and that belief is so strong that it overpowers the rest of my body, that even if you presented me factual, hard evidence or showed me, that I was wrong about this topic... Then I still wouldn't believe you. Because guess what? I've done the research, and I'm the protagonist of this world. Watashi wa me, motherfucker. I put in the time and the research, to do what I have to do and figure out what is right for me, not as what is left for you, because what is right for me is much more important, I'm more important. I'm the center of this universe, you're just an NPC. You see, I'm on a quest right now to figure out some things and do some- do some research and- and the main quest is the quest to figure out how I can... BEAT THE SHIT out of you when it comes to this topic, and you're not gonna be able to stop me because I've done the research, I've put in the time, and I've crunched the numbers. And the fact of the matter is Kirby's not a very good game. What does he- What does he do, like, jump? I don't know, I... Yeah? No I don't- I don't care... I don't care... Do you think this Seinfeld bass line is like, haunted by the Devil? Yeah let me look at that up real quick... Yeah it is. Yeah I got it from seinfeld.biz. Yeah no th- that- that's real, it's true. Yeah. Crazy. Crazy. Yeah I just really... I- I- I- I just- well I gotta believe everything I read... No, well yeah, no I have- I have to. Well that's research right? It's just reading and believing, oka- Yeah. Yeah. You want to go get like a burger or something, no? Where you going? Oh you faded into the void, okay. Yeah that's cool, that's fine. Hm. Freaking idiot...

What do you think you've done, huh? Do you think you're smarter than me? Do you think you can come in here, spit your garbage words, and I'm just going to stand here and take it? Do you think you're some kind of genius with your "research" and your "numbers" and your "peer-reviewed" crap?

You think you've got the world figured out because you spent ten minutes on YouTube or something? You think you can stand there, spewing your nonsense, and I'm not going to call you out? You think I'm going to believe your mom knows more than the rest of the world? I've got news for you, buddy; your mom ain't a Wikipedia page!

You talk about crunching numbers, but you can't even crunch bread without it falling apart! What research? Did you look it up on the back of a cereal box? You think you're the protagonist? In this story, you're the idiot who can't even understand basic facts!

You say you don't believe in science because it starts with 'S'? Well, I don't believe in 'S' because it stands for stupid, and that's what you are! You can't even get through a sentence without repeating yourself! What kind of research is that? You're just researching how to be more of an idiot!

And you want to talk about peer review? Your peers are probably the cashiers at 7/11 who can't even count change back! You're talking about exponential rates? You can't even handle simple math!

Your research is as useless as a chocolate teapot, and you're as full of hot air as a balloon at a kid's birthday party! You think you're absorbing information? You're absorbing nothing but your own echo!

You don't know what pseudo-intellectual means? That's because you're the definition of it! You're not a researcher; you're a repeater, a copy-paster, a mouthpiece for your own ignorance!

Now get out of my sight before I start researching how to make you disappear!

But wait, there's more. You think you can just waltz in here with your half-baked theories and expect me to nod along? You've got another thing coming. Your so-called research is nothing more than a patchwork of headlines and misinterpretations, with no real substance.

Do you even know what constitutes valid evidence? Or are you just cherry-picking what suits your narrative? Your understanding of complex topics seems to be as deep as a puddle after a light drizzle. You claim to have done the time, but all you've done is waste it, filling your head with conspiracy theories and baseless assumptions.

And let's talk about your sources, shall we? Where are they from? Some obscure blog that hasn't been updated since 2003? Your methodology, if we can even call it that, is flawed at best and laughable at worst. You've taken the path of least resistance, believing whatever confirms your biases without questioning the logic or credibility behind it.

You're proud of your ten minutes of "research"? That's not diligence; that's laziness masquerading as effort. True research involves skepticism, not just acceptance of whatever you stumble upon. It requires cross-referencing, validation, and sometimes, the humility to accept when you're wrong. But no, you prefer the echo chamber where your voice is the loudest, where facts are whatever you decide they are.

You challenge the very foundation of knowledge with your ignorance, claiming superiority over actual scholars and scientists who've dedicated their lives to understanding the world. But what do you have to show for it? A collection of misinformed opinions and a refusal to look beyond your own narrow perspective.

Your disdain for education, for learning, for actual growth is not just disappointing; it's dangerous. You've embraced a culture where ignorance is worn as a badge of honor. You've turned critical thinking into a punchline, and in doing so, you've not only cheated yourself but also contributed to a society where truth is secondary to comfort.

And about your claim to be the center of the universe? That's not just egotistical; it's delusional. The world doesn't revolve around your misconceptions or your unwillingness to learn. You're not the protagonist; you're a cautionary tale of what happens when curiosity dies in the face of pride.

You've taken concepts like "research" and "facts" and twisted them into something unrecognizable, something that serves your narrative but does nothing for the truth. You've made a mockery of the very process that has advanced human understanding for centuries.

So, no, I won't stand here and take it. I won't nod along to your misguided rants. I'll call out your ignorance, not with anger, but with the firm resolve that comes from knowing better. Because unlike you, I understand that knowledge isn't about winning arguments; it's about understanding, growing, and sometimes, admitting when we don't know.

[varinn]

What do you think you've done, huh? Do you think you're smarter than me? Do you think you can come in here, spit your garbage words, and I'm just going to stand here and take it? Do you think you're some kind of genius with your "research" and your "numbers" and your "peer-reviewed" crap?

You think you've got the world figured out because you spent ten minutes on YouTube or something? You think you can stand there, spewing your nonsense, and I'm not going to call you out? You think I'm going to believe your mom knows more than the rest of the world? I've got news for you, buddy; your mom ain't a Wikipedia page!

You talk about crunching numbers, but you can't even crunch bread without it falling apart! What research? Did you look it up on the back of a cereal box? You think you're the protagonist? In this story, you're the idiot who can't even understand basic facts!

You say you don't believe in science because it starts with 'S'? Well, I don't believe in 'S' because it stands for stupid, and that's what you are! You can't even get through a sentence without repeating yourself! What kind of research is that? You're just researching how to be more of an idiot!

And you want to talk about peer review? Your peers are probably the cashiers at 7/11 who can't even count change back! You're talking about exponential rates? You can't even handle simple math!

Your research is as useless as a chocolate teapot, and you're as full of hot air as a balloon at a kid's birthday party! You think you're absorbing information? You're absorbing nothing but your own echo!

You don't know what pseudo-intellectual means? That's because you're the definition of it! You're not a researcher; you're a repeater, a copy-paster, a mouthpiece for your own ignorance!

Now get out of my sight before I start researching how to make you disappear!

But wait, there's more. You think you can just waltz in here with your half-baked theories and expect me to nod along? You've got another thing coming. Your so-called research is nothing more than a patchwork of headlines and misinterpretations, with no real substance.

Do you even know what constitutes valid evidence? Or are you just cherry-picking what suits your narrative? Your understanding of complex topics seems to be as deep as a puddle after a light drizzle. You claim to have done the time, but all you've done is waste it, filling your head with conspiracy theories and baseless assumptions.

And let's talk about your sources, shall we? Where are they from? Some obscure blog that hasn't been updated since 2003? Your methodology, if we can even call it that, is flawed at best and laughable at worst. You've taken the path of least resistance, believing whatever confirms your biases without questioning the logic or credibility behind it.

You're proud of your ten minutes of "research"? That's not diligence; that's laziness masquerading as effort. True research involves skepticism, not just acceptance of whatever you stumble upon. It requires cross-referencing, validation, and sometimes, the humility to accept when you're wrong. But no, you prefer the echo chamber where your voice is the loudest, where facts are whatever you decide they are.

You challenge the very foundation of knowledge with your ignorance, claiming superiority over actual scholars and scientists who've dedicated their lives to understanding the world. But what do you have to show for it? A collection of misinformed opinions and a refusal to look beyond your own narrow perspective.

Your disdain for education, for learning, for actual growth is not just disappointing; it's dangerous. You've embraced a culture where ignorance is worn as a badge of honor. You've turned critical thinking into a punchline, and in doing so, you've not only cheated yourself but also contributed to a society where truth is secondary to comfort.

And about your claim to be the center of the universe? That's not just egotistical; it's delusional. The world doesn't revolve around your misconceptions or your unwillingness to learn. You're not the protagonist; you're a cautionary tale of what happens when curiosity dies in the face of pride.

You've taken concepts like "research" and "facts" and twisted them into something unrecognizable, something that serves your narrative but does nothing for the truth. You've made a mockery of the very process that has advanced human understanding for centuries.

So, no, I won't stand here and take it. I won't nod along to your misguided rants. I'll call out your ignorance, not with anger, but with the firm resolve that comes from knowing better. Because unlike you, I understand that knowledge isn't about winning arguments; it's about understanding, growing, and sometimes, admitting when we don't know.

Oh wow. This is it, huh? The big speech. The moment. The full "I'm the misunderstood genius in the middle of my villain origin story" monologue. Bravo. Really. I'm almost expecting the lights to dim, dramatic music to swell in the background, and for you to start gesturing wildly as if you're auditioning for a role in the next Marvel movie. What do I think I've done? Well, judging by the fact that you've just entered full-blown Main Character Syndrome™, I'd say I've managed to make you spiral into a Shakespearean-level existential crisis with nothing but a few carefully placed facts.

Do I think I'm smarter than you? My friend, at this point, a rock is smarter than you. At least a rock knows its place—it sits there, quietly, doing its job, not pretending to be anything it's not. You, on the other hand, come barreling in here with the intellectual subtlety of a wrecking ball, thinking you're some kind of prodigy just because you can string a few insults together in a tone of voice that screams, "My ego needs constant feeding or I'll cease to exist."

"You think you've got the world figured out because you spent ten minutes on YouTube or something?" Oh, you mean that magical place where you got your honorary degree in yelling at people online? Yeah, sorry to disappoint, but watching a five-minute conspiracy video narrated by someone who sounds like they live in their mom's basement doesn't make you Socrates.

"You think I'm going to believe your mom knows more than the rest of the world?" My mom might not be Wikipedia, but at least she understands basic etiquette, like not screaming like a malfunctioning alarm clock when someone disagrees with her. Oh, and while we're on the subject of moms, let's not bring yours into this—she's probably tired of this nonsense too.

"You talk about crunching numbers, but you can't even crunch bread without it falling apart!" Wow, sick burn, buddy. Bread metaphors? That's the intellectual equivalent of throwing a cotton ball in a sword fight. If your argument were bread, it would be stale, full of holes, and missing any nutritional value.

"What research? Did you look it up on the back of a cereal box?" Honestly, I'd trust the back of a cereal box over your "research," because at least the box has been proofread.

"You say you don't believe in science because it starts with 'S'?" Oh, so that's the depth of your logic—alphabetic discrimination? Good to know you're operating at the intellectual level of a kindergarten word game. Let me guess: you don't trust math because it has too many X's and Y's?

"Your peers are probably the cashiers at 7/11 who can't even count change back!" First of all, don't drag 7/11 cashiers into this—they're doing actual work, unlike you, who's over here turning ignorance into an Olympic sport. Second, counting change might actually teach you something about numbers, which you desperately need.

"Your research is as useless as a chocolate teapot!" Wow, you've really hit rock bottom in the insult department, haven't you? A chocolate teapot might be useless, but at least it's sweet. Your arguments? Bitter, flimsy, and melting under scrutiny.

"You think you're absorbing information? You're absorbing nothing but your own echo!" Oh, the irony of accusing someone of being in an echo chamber while shouting at them like a megaphone of nonsense.

"You're not a researcher; you're a repeater, a copy-paster, a mouthpiece for your own ignorance!" Bold words coming from someone whose entire personality seems to be Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V from every bad argument on the internet.

"You've got another thing coming." Oh, I've got plenty coming—like the satisfaction of watching you implode under the sheer weight of your contradictions.

"Your so-called research is nothing more than a patchwork of headlines and misinterpretations." You're not wrong, but I'm curious—how did you manage to describe your own argument so perfectly? Self-awareness? Probably not.

"Your understanding of complex topics seems to be as deep as a puddle after a light drizzle." And your understanding of self-control is about as solid as wet tissue paper in a hurricane.

Let's be honest: knowledge isn't about shouting the loudest, coming up with the sickest burns, or throwing out random insults like a malfunctioning insult generator. It's about listening, learning, and knowing when to stop digging the hole you've made for yourself. Unfortunately, you've chosen to skip all of that in favor of this theatrical display, and honestly? I'm here for it. This is better than cable.

Keep going. The stage is yours, and trust me, I'm not going anywhere. 🍿

Because unlike you, I understand that knowledge isn't about winning arguments; it's about understanding, growing, and sometimes, admitting when we don't know. But you? You're over here turning critical thinking into a punchline, proudly wearing your ignorance like a badge of honor. You're not the protagonist; you're the cautionary tale.

And about your claim to be the center of the universe? That's not just egotistical; it's delusional. The world doesn't revolve around your misconceptions or your unwillingness to learn. So no, I won't stand here and take it. I'll call out your ignorance, not with anger, but with the firm resolve that comes from knowing better. And unlike you, I've got the receipts to back it up. 🏆

[Sticki]

Oh wow. This is it, huh? The big speech. The moment. The full "I'm the misunderstood genius in the middle of my villain origin story" monologue. Bravo. Really. I'm almost expecting the lights to dim, dramatic music to swell in the background, and for you to start gesturing wildly as if you're auditioning for a role in the next Marvel movie. What do I think I've done? Well, judging by the fact that you've just entered full-blown Main Character Syndrome™, I'd say I've managed to make you spiral into a Shakespearean-level existential crisis with nothing but a few carefully placed facts.

Do I think I'm smarter than you? My friend, at this point, a rock is smarter than you. At least a rock knows its place—it sits there, quietly, doing its job, not pretending to be anything it's not. You, on the other hand, come barreling in here with the intellectual subtlety of a wrecking ball, thinking you're some kind of prodigy just because you can string a few insults together in a tone of voice that screams, "My ego needs constant feeding or I'll cease to exist."

"You think you've got the world figured out because you spent ten minutes on YouTube or something?" Oh, you mean that magical place where you got your honorary degree in yelling at people online? Yeah, sorry to disappoint, but watching a five-minute conspiracy video narrated by someone who sounds like they live in their mom's basement doesn't make you Socrates.

"You think I'm going to believe your mom knows more than the rest of the world?" My mom might not be Wikipedia, but at least she understands basic etiquette, like not screaming like a malfunctioning alarm clock when someone disagrees with her. Oh, and while we're on the subject of moms, let's not bring yours into this—she's probably tired of this nonsense too.

"You talk about crunching numbers, but you can't even crunch bread without it falling apart!" Wow, sick burn, buddy. Bread metaphors? That's the intellectual equivalent of throwing a cotton ball in a sword fight. If your argument were bread, it would be stale, full of holes, and missing any nutritional value.

"What research? Did you look it up on the back of a cereal box?" Honestly, I'd trust the back of a cereal box over your "research," because at least the box has been proofread.

"You say you don't believe in science because it starts with 'S'?" Oh, so that's the depth of your logic—alphabetic discrimination? Good to know you're operating at the intellectual level of a kindergarten word game. Let me guess: you don't trust math because it has too many X's and Y's?

"Your peers are probably the cashiers at 7/11 who can't even count change back!" First of all, don't drag 7/11 cashiers into this—they're doing actual work, unlike you, who's over here turning ignorance into an Olympic sport. Second, counting change might actually teach you something about numbers, which you desperately need.

"Your research is as useless as a chocolate teapot!" Wow, you've really hit rock bottom in the insult department, haven't you? A chocolate teapot might be useless, but at least it's sweet. Your arguments? Bitter, flimsy, and melting under scrutiny.

"You think you're absorbing information? You're absorbing nothing but your own echo!" Oh, the irony of accusing someone of being in an echo chamber while shouting at them like a megaphone of nonsense.

"You're not a researcher; you're a repeater, a copy-paster, a mouthpiece for your own ignorance!" Bold words coming from someone whose entire personality seems to be Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V from every bad argument on the internet.

"You've got another thing coming." Oh, I've got plenty coming—like the satisfaction of watching you implode under the sheer weight of your contradictions.

"Your so-called research is nothing more than a patchwork of headlines and misinterpretations." You're not wrong, but I'm curious—how did you manage to describe your own argument so perfectly? Self-awareness? Probably not.

"Your understanding of complex topics seems to be as deep as a puddle after a light drizzle." And your understanding of self-control is about as solid as wet tissue paper in a hurricane.

Let's be honest: knowledge isn't about shouting the loudest, coming up with the sickest burns, or throwing out random insults like a malfunctioning insult generator. It's about listening, learning, and knowing when to stop digging the hole you've made for yourself. Unfortunately, you've chosen to skip all of that in favor of this theatrical display, and honestly? I'm here for it. This is better than cable.

Keep going. The stage is yours, and trust me, I'm not going anywhere. 🍿

Because unlike you, I understand that knowledge isn't about winning arguments; it's about understanding, growing, and sometimes, admitting when we don't know. But you? You're over here turning critical thinking into a punchline, proudly wearing your ignorance like a badge of honor. You're not the protagonist; you're the cautionary tale.

And about your claim to be the center of the universe? That's not just egotistical; it's delusional. The world doesn't revolve around your misconceptions or your unwillingness to learn. So no, I won't stand here and take it. I'll call out your ignorance, not with anger, but with the firm resolve that comes from knowing better. And unlike you, I've got the receipts to back it up. 🏆

In the throes of this grand unveiling, where you bask in the self-proclaimed glory of your misunderstood genius, one cannot help but marvel at the sheer audacity of your performance. Here we stand, at the precipice of what you believe to be your grand narrative, your villain origin story, where the world is but a stage for your melodramatic soliloquy. Your words, a cacophony of self-aggrandizement, echo through the chambers of your own echo chamber, a symphony of misplaced pride.

Do you think you're smarter than me? A rock, indeed, might possess more wisdom, for it understands the simplicity of existence, the beauty of silence, and the art of being without pretense. Your intellect, however, flails like a child's first attempt at writing, a scribble here, an illegible mess there, all while claiming to pen the next great philosophical treatise. The irony is palpable, as tangible as the air you suck into your lungs to fuel your tirade.

"Youtube", you say with disdain, as if the platform were the sole repository of your supposed enlightenment. Yet, in your quest for knowledge, you've stumbled upon the digital equivalent of a treasure map drawn by a toddler, leading nowhere but back to the start, where ignorance and arrogance intertwine like snakes in a pit.

And then, the audacity to question my mother's knowledge, as if your own heritage were a beacon of unassailable truth! My mother, a paragon of grace, understands the subtleties of human interaction, a concept lost on you as you shout into the void, mistaking your echo for applause.

Your bread metaphor, oh how quaint! It crumbles under scrutiny, as does your argument, revealing not the artisanal craftsmanship you believe it to possess but rather the amateurish attempt of one who has never truly kneaded the dough of discourse. Your research, if one could call it that, seems more at home on the back of a cereal box, where at least the information is straightforward and occasionally nutritious.

The science you dismiss so flippantly because it starts with an 'S'—what depths of logic have you plumbed to arrive at this conclusion? It's akin to a child playing with alphabet blocks, deciding that 'C' words are inherently suspicious because they remind him of cats, which he fears. Your logic, if we may call it that, is as sound as a chocolate teapot in a heatwave.

Your peers, you claim, are but cashiers, yet in your scorn, you overlook the dignity in labor, the quiet heroism of those who serve without the need for grandiloquent speeches or self-aggrandizing monologues. It's a sad commentary on your own value system, where you measure worth by volume of voice rather than quality of character.

Your so-called research, a patchwork of misinterpretations and headline skimming, lacks the depth of a puddle after a light drizzle. Your understanding, or lack thereof, is laid bare for all to see, a tapestry of ignorance woven with threads of misinformation.

In your rage, you type out words that make as much sense as a two-year-old playing with a keyboard: "asldfkj asdflkj sdflkj sdf" juxtaposed with moments of lucidity, moments where you almost touch upon a point, only to lose it in the cacophony of your own making.

Your argument, a chocolate teapot indeed, melts away under any real scrutiny, leaving nothing but a messy stain on the table of discourse. You shout about absorbing information, yet you seem to be stuck in a loop, repeating the same tired, misguided claims, your echo chamber growing ever more isolated.

"You've got another thing coming," you proclaim, but what exactly? More of the same? More of this performance art where you confuse volume for validity? The stage is yours, indeed, but the audience is dwindling, not from disinterest but from the sheer exhaustion of watching you perform this one-man show of intellectual dishonesty.

Your narrative, your "villain origin story," is not the grand saga you envision but rather a cautionary tale of how not to engage with the world, how not to learn, how not to grow. You stand here, not as the misunderstood genius, but as a reminder of the pitfalls of hubris, of mistaking noise for wisdom.

So, continue your monologue, let the lights dim, let the music swell, for you have become not the protagonist of some grand tale but a character in a comedy of errors, where the punchline is your own unwillingness to listen, to learn, to be anything but the loudest voice in an empty room.

And as you stand there, I can only offer you this: a metaphorical bowl of popcorn, for the entertainment, if nothing else, is quite the spectacle.

[varinn]

In the throes of this grand unveiling, where you bask in the self-proclaimed glory of your misunderstood genius, one cannot help but marvel at the sheer audacity of your performance. Here we stand, at the precipice of what you believe to be your grand narrative, your villain origin story, where the world is but a stage for your melodramatic soliloquy. Your words, a cacophony of self-aggrandizement, echo through the chambers of your own echo chamber, a symphony of misplaced pride.

Do you think you're smarter than me? A rock, indeed, might possess more wisdom, for it understands the simplicity of existence, the beauty of silence, and the art of being without pretense. Your intellect, however, flails like a child's first attempt at writing, a scribble here, an illegible mess there, all while claiming to pen the next great philosophical treatise. The irony is palpable, as tangible as the air you suck into your lungs to fuel your tirade.

"Youtube", you say with disdain, as if the platform were the sole repository of your supposed enlightenment. Yet, in your quest for knowledge, you've stumbled upon the digital equivalent of a treasure map drawn by a toddler, leading nowhere but back to the start, where ignorance and arrogance intertwine like snakes in a pit.

And then, the audacity to question my mother's knowledge, as if your own heritage were a beacon of unassailable truth! My mother, a paragon of grace, understands the subtleties of human interaction, a concept lost on you as you shout into the void, mistaking your echo for applause.

Your bread metaphor, oh how quaint! It crumbles under scrutiny, as does your argument, revealing not the artisanal craftsmanship you believe it to possess but rather the amateurish attempt of one who has never truly kneaded the dough of discourse. Your research, if one could call it that, seems more at home on the back of a cereal box, where at least the information is straightforward and occasionally nutritious.

The science you dismiss so flippantly because it starts with an 'S'—what depths of logic have you plumbed to arrive at this conclusion? It's akin to a child playing with alphabet blocks, deciding that 'C' words are inherently suspicious because they remind him of cats, which he fears. Your logic, if we may call it that, is as sound as a chocolate teapot in a heatwave.

Your peers, you claim, are but cashiers, yet in your scorn, you overlook the dignity in labor, the quiet heroism of those who serve without the need for grandiloquent speeches or self-aggrandizing monologues. It's a sad commentary on your own value system, where you measure worth by volume of voice rather than quality of character.

Your so-called research, a patchwork of misinterpretations and headline skimming, lacks the depth of a puddle after a light drizzle. Your understanding, or lack thereof, is laid bare for all to see, a tapestry of ignorance woven with threads of misinformation.

In your rage, you type out words that make as much sense as a two-year-old playing with a keyboard: "asldfkj asdflkj sdflkj sdf" juxtaposed with moments of lucidity, moments where you almost touch upon a point, only to lose it in the cacophony of your own making.

Your argument, a chocolate teapot indeed, melts away under any real scrutiny, leaving nothing but a messy stain on the table of discourse. You shout about absorbing information, yet you seem to be stuck in a loop, repeating the same tired, misguided claims, your echo chamber growing ever more isolated.

"You've got another thing coming," you proclaim, but what exactly? More of the same? More of this performance art where you confuse volume for validity? The stage is yours, indeed, but the audience is dwindling, not from disinterest but from the sheer exhaustion of watching you perform this one-man show of intellectual dishonesty.

Your narrative, your "villain origin story," is not the grand saga you envision but rather a cautionary tale of how not to engage with the world, how not to learn, how not to grow. You stand here, not as the misunderstood genius, but as a reminder of the pitfalls of hubris, of mistaking noise for wisdom.

So, continue your monologue, let the lights dim, let the music swell, for you have become not the protagonist of some grand tale but a character in a comedy of errors, where the punchline is your own unwillingness to listen, to learn, to be anything but the loudest voice in an empty room.

And as you stand there, I can only offer you this: a metaphorical bowl of popcorn, for the entertainment, if nothing else, is quite the spectacle.

Ah, yes, let us bask in the glow of your self-proclaimed brilliance, a light so blinding it leaves the rest of us stumbling in the shadows of your perceived intellectual grandeur. Each word you type feels like a divine proclamation etched in digital stone, a gift to the unworthy masses who simply cannot comprehend the depths of your misunderstood genius. You stand there, a titan among mortals, clutching at the edges of your self-spun narrative, desperate to elevate yourself to the pantheon of intellectual greats while the rest of us marvel at the sheer audacity of your act.

This is not merely a conversation—it's an event, a masterclass in melodramatic soliloquy, where you cast yourself as the tragic hero, battling against the cruel and unyielding forces of a world that just doesn't get you. Shakespeare himself would weep at the poignancy of it all, though perhaps out of laughter rather than admiration. For every sentence, every phrase, is a performance—a carefully curated cacophony of self-aggrandizement that echoes endlessly within the chambers of your own echo chamber, where the only applause is your own.

Let us address your metaphors, those dazzling jewels of your rhetorical arsenal, polished to a shine yet utterly devoid of substance. Your bread metaphor, for instance—oh, what a marvel! It crumbles under scrutiny like, well, bread left too long in the sun. What you intended as a profound illustration is instead a delightful comedy, revealing the amateur hands of one who has yet to truly knead the dough of meaningful discourse. It is, in essence, a baguette of bad ideas, served cold and without butter.

And then there is your logic—oh, your logic! A marvel of modern thought, akin to a house of cards in a hurricane, each claim teetering precariously on the foundation of your own misunderstanding. Your dismissal of science because it begins with an 'S'? Revolutionary. Truly, we have discovered the pinnacle of alphabet-based reasoning. Forget centuries of peer-reviewed studies and rigorous methodologies; the true measure of credibility, it seems, lies in the whims of your personal preferences.

Your disdain for YouTube, that digital agora of our time, is a masterstroke of irony. For while you sneer at its vast repository of knowledge, it is painfully clear that your intellectual pursuits have led you down a rabbit hole of the platform's most dubious corridors. The "research" you present is akin to a treasure map drawn by a toddler, leading us in circles through a landscape of half-truths and outright fabrications.

And ah, the pièce de résistance—your commentary on the dignity of labor! In scorning the honest toil of cashiers, you reveal a worldview as shallow as a puddle on a summer day. You scoff at those who serve with quiet heroism, their contributions to society unnoticed by the likes of you, who measure worth by the volume of one's voice rather than the depth of one's character.

Yet here you are, shouting into the void, mistaking the echoes for applause, each word a testament to your unwillingness to engage with anything resembling humility or introspection. You are not the misunderstood genius you believe yourself to be but a cautionary tale in the making—a tragicomedy of hubris and self-delusion, where the punchline is your refusal to step off the pedestal you've built for yourself.

So go on, continue your monologue. Let the curtains rise on this one-man show of intellectual dishonesty, this grand performance of misplaced confidence. The lights are dim, the stage is yours, and the audience, weary though they may be, remains captivated by the sheer audacity of it all.

And as you deliver your final act, your villain origin story, let us not forget the true lesson here: that the loudest voice in the room is often the least worth listening to. Bravo, indeed. Bravo.

[1]

What the fuck

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