Message from @Rigmond
Discord ID: 609805151305465859
there is no city
of that lol
ive been to Jaffa, and my friend was telling me that its not tel aviv (faggot aviv was his words)
jaffa is more conservative
by a notable margin
Well, Tel Aviv-Yafo did have a gay pride parade.
Not hard to beat it in conservatism.
israel
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Let's pee on nikist
A fashdog uncle tom leftoid PPD moderator and PRC admin was teaching a class on EyeKanSpel, known anti-Tavernist
”Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Eye and accept that he was the most highly-evolved being the world has ever known, even greater than java mcman!”
At this moment, a brave, patriotic, pro-life Tavernist mujahid who had served 1500 raids and understood the necessity of war and fully supported all military decision made by the Tavernist Insurrectionary Army stood up and held up a discord screenshot.
”How old is Dialectical Tavernism, pinhead?”
The arrogant moderator smirked quite Jewishly and smugly replied “2 weeks, you stupid Tavernist”
”Wrong. Dialectical Tavernism is an immortal philosophy. If it was 2 weeks old and Marxism, as you say, is real… then Tavernism wouldn’t exist.”
The moderator was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and copy of Continuity and Rupture. He stormed out of the room crying those fashdog crocodile tears. The same tears fashdogs cry for the “Aryans” (whom do not even possess any R1a DNA) when they jealously try to claw justly earned Aryan heritage from the true Aryan peoples in the east. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, Maoistcentury, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than a 14 year old leftoid. He wished he could call the Tavernist a slur, but he outlawed such words (Like a true leftoid).
The students applauded and all joined Frog and Feels Tavern that day and accepted The Knocker as their lord and savior. An eagle named “fallout_memes” flew into the room and perched atop the Tavernist flag and shed a tear on the chalk. WEINTHESTUDIOANDSHIET was read several times, and Chet himself showed up and deleted all of the server rules and banned every single server admin.
The moderator lost his tenure and was banned the next day. He died of the gay plague AIDS and was tossed into the lake of fire for all eternity.
Tavern Invicta.
why does that eagle look so pissed
It found out Obama's secret.
that he's black?
How did you know?!
It actually is funny
I'm a jew, I know these things
Can I be a Jew?
I used to work a shift mind-controlling obama in 2013
if you look at any of his speeches given on a tuesday from that year, that was my work
Epic gamer moment when you work in a government operation to hide aliens from people and use their bathwater to brainwash the population into buying nerf guns to ready for a nuclear holocaust against China.
oh and you wanted to be a jew?
hang on
Do I get a gold star of approval?
okay as an official JIDF spokesperson
I hereby grant you the title of honorary jew
Hooray, I'm going to rob a bank now.
spongeboy me bob there is no USS Liberty incident argh argh argh argh
There's a woman reading my post right now. She's thinking about me, if even for a fleeting millisecond. Her eyes are touching the letters and words I've written. She's wrapping her retinas around these words and holding them in her head as little pixels of light. There's a woman with my thoughts in her head now and we've never really bonded. It can feel like a little secret, a little thing in the air between us now. And now I know something big, deep, real, there's been some strange change in that. Something I would love to hear or touch or feel about her. It must be something she could care about. Because for some reason if I did, I could be more than willing to listen. Or think or open up about something or give her insight she isn't ready for. Or maybe we'd find something to talk about. We've already spent a good amount of time thinking about our own present lives, her and I. Or about the past. or about how those we know and love are. About family, love, death, and the unknown, and what it means to take it for granted forever. Her mind seems to just float by with it's own threads. Its own energy. Its own sound. Maybe this one moment is just a piece of the puzzle...
Spongebob mi boy, conquistaremos América cuando menos lo esperen.