7c107b No.54
Three years have passed since the death of his persona, but his name is still surrounded by the wall of lies and blatant aspersion.
You may call him a troll,
you may call him a fool,
you may call him a little kid seeking for attention,
you may think that you're more than a tool and a cattle waiting to be butchered and eaten,
you should know that you're absolutely wrong about him and about yourselves.
Sorry, but Quentin have never trolled anyone. He was dead serious. Like a daredevil, he really walked the walk. His endless admirers and successors shall keep his legacy alive.
It was an honor to have fought on his side along with hundreds of other Diamond Dogs members, and we shall continue our good fight.
And he wrote a note for people like you; Selfish, ignorant, self indulgent people like you.
"I am the best tripswag in the world.
I have the looks (Aryan master race), the intellect (Ivy League educated and majoring in philosophy), a way with words and the /v/ fame to all wrap it up nicely.
The only reason I preach this anymore is to help you people out. You can consider me your intellectual superior, an instructor, a philosopher of sorts. I am the best thing that has ever happened to this community. I AM the smartest poster on all chans. No, I'm no longer just a tripfriend, I am an official /pol/ superstar.
And why do all of you hating on David Duke? You're the people I'm talking to right now.
You're the people that need saving. You would rather just waste your pathetic lives by trying to make people believe that Jewish socialism or capitalism is great instead of opening your eyes and see the truth, that the JEWISH SUPREMACISTS are trying to destroy us all.
For those who aren't familiar to him and base their opinion on him from the demonized, basterdized, jewified version of this great man they read on the jewish media, Dr. David Duke is not a neo nazi, not a white supremacist, neither a pagan church burner.
David Duke is just a good old humble Christian who wants all peoples in this world to live without fear, without violence, without war, without being divided and conquered by the Jewish Supremacists. David Duke loves everyone, including Jews, but he can't tolerate the way International Jewish Supremacists are trying to destroy us all and everything we have or had; our society, nation, race, and heritage, to conquer us.
This isn't just a white people's war, this is everyone's war. Arabs lost their lands,
Russians lost their Holy Empire, Westerners are going to lost their civilization,
economic power, and heritage, Africans are being exploited just like how their ancestors
were taken out of Africa by the Jewish merchants to be sold to the Jewish slavers, and
all the people who suffered and died like stray dogs during the great Jewish false flag
wars in the past, they died for nothing.
There is a real war to fight out there, why do you choose to waste your life like this?
You could be doing great things. Think of how disappointed your family is. Think of how disappointed your ancestors would be. Think of how disappointed the God is. Think of how disappointed I am.
I changed the world once with by bringing my straight edge Christian Nationalism
Socialism philosophy to /pol/. Now it's time for me to help you all out again, lost sheep.
You could change your life simply by putting down the Rand or Mao books and by picking up a nice piece of redpilled literature. Speaking of Redpilled literature, we have a long list of that. Just take that into your consideration, goyim."
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7c107b No.55
It was the best of chans, it was the worst of chans, it was the age of lulz, it was the age of faggotry, it was the epoch of bump, it was the epoch of sage, it was the season of anonymity, it was the season of tripfagging, it was the spring of effortposts, it was the winter of shitposting, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way–in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
There were a midget with massive balls and no legs on the throne of 8chan; there were a cuck with no balls and long legs on the throne of 4chan. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of ad space and moneyz, that things in general were settled for ever…(USER WAS BANNED FOR BEING A SHITPOSTING FAGGOT)
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7c107b No.56
>>54Okay, I'll bite. Give me a bit of time; I should currently not be on here…
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7c107b No.57
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7c107b No.58
>I always feel like I have horrendous mistakes in my writing that I have failed to spot and correct…
I am writing here as not to recount, as not to retell, and in full honesty as not even to console myself, if perhaps only upon paper, but as rather to anchor this event to reality, as to determine whether I have perhaps dreamt this baffling encounter. This evening was rather groggy and not to mention foggy, in relative terms it was reminiscent of a previous night’s stew: not cold, not warm, but rather caught in an unsettling limbo that served only to demulsify and create an unpleasant viscosity within the stew, bringing one to question if it had been decanted out of a sewer. Yes, the walk home from the customs office felt as if I had gone for a swim in my wife’s stale stew, inhaling with every breaststroke. My miserable march through the alleyways would not go unnoticed. As if punishment for some horrendous sin long but forgotten except in the eyes of a malevolent god, a torrential downpour began with no forewarning prompting me to scurry from cover to cover in good style with a mouse frantically dashing between the safety of couches and dressers in the presence of a lustful housecat. Indeed, it was a disgusting brackish that hit me, for the fumes and chemicals that had bellowed out of the manufactories were now observing what had once fascinated Newton. Much to my demise, it would not be the last thing to hit me…
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