Message from @Sleightology
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I imagine myself in the Duchy of Ireland, leading Her Majesty's Royal Fusiliers. Our mission is to stop irsh dogs from advancing. We mow down irsh dogs but they keep coming. We shoot irsh dogs but we run out of musketballs so we lower our pikes and begin slaughtering irsh, since irsh are way more psychially inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then I get shot, but I didn't fall, I kept fighting. Then shot again and again. irsh were shooting me from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to sky and I see The King of England (the true vicar of Christ) smiling at me, I smile back… Then I woke up, in England, my homeland. My English brethen gave me a warm welcome to heaven. I finally made it, I finally made it into heaven.
-On the Reconquest of Hibernia , Chaddington, (278)
Ireland was a Kingdom you nonce lmao
Cursed image
That thing looks even more haunted than the Sam Hyde caricature of these demons. It's like a waxed Peter Sweden in lipstick
Peter sweden is a crypto boomer btw
THIS IS WHAT SWEDEN USED TO BE ABOUT
That was epic
I find myself to be in a similar situation to Rick. Not in that I am a pickle, but that I view myself and my intelligence as both an unstoppable force and an inescapable curse. (I know, I'm an arrogant asshole. Feel free to ignore me.) I love being able to predict things around me and control my own little world to some extent, but at the same time I'm incredibly bored by "work" that I feel is beneath my abilities and desires. In some cases, especially when the "work" is really taxing on me emotionally, I would rather just die (read: escape). I do have some self-destructive tendencies, not in a suicidal sense but more in a "fuck everyone, here's the truth" sense. I would sometimes be fine with sacrificing my reputation and position in life in order to escape the boring "work" of what has become a routine, nagging on my subconscious. There's a part of me that hates that nagging so much that I would be fine just letting my ego run free, abusing anyone in my path for the sake of my own judgement of what is worth my interest. The only problem is that with that approach to life I would eventually be alone and still unable to reach exactly what I want out of this world. I don't want to just be in control. Complete control is impossible anyhow; people can only be manipulated so far and reality only bends as much as my arms can handle before giving out.
Aka the 30 year old boomer
That just looks like cosplay
ireland was a lordship u nonce lmao
it only became a kingdom in 1542
after the establlishment of anglicanism
and sporadic uprising were very common
so my copypasta is legit
the act of su🅱remacy was in 1534
Kildare rebellion (1534-1535)
**there was clearly an uprsing after the act of su🅱remacy and b4 the establishment of ireland as a kingdom**