Stucky QOTD: Would Trump find YOU to be mentally Ill?

May as well be crazy just to prove that we do indeed have no constitution after all. I mean, what’s the difference, if the USA has no constitution, then we’re all crazy. We have no country, thus no basis of civilization.

I happen to think that much of our problems are at their core the result of a bunch of satanists standing on their checkered floors surrounded by obelisks worshipping their owl statue on top of a flight of 13 stairs, drinking the blood of children and doing all manner of sick shit to draw in more and more power. Demons and what we would call black magic, it’s all real. They are opening backdoors into our subconscious and reprogramming us in ways that speaks to an intelligence that is greater than human. And we are just completely and utterly ill equipped to deal with it at all. We are no different than lab chimps next to the powers being wielded today. It grows stronger and stronger as we approach singularity.

Q1: Based on what YOU post here on TBP, would you be considered as being mentally ill by the Trump Administration?

Who knows? I wouldn’t think so, it all depends on the people doing the asking I suppose. In 2020 if a dem wins, then yes.

Q2: Trump’s solutions seem to hinge on Mind Reading; what you MIGHT do, based on what you say. As such, will you change the way you post on TBP?

I stopped being so vocal on social media, regular media, and blogs for that very reason, probably too late anyway.

almost any person could be diagnosed w/a trace of mental illness if tptb want him committed–

i already moderate what i say,i’ve warned people repeatedly that they are close to or over the line between legal/illegal–
it still astounds me that that guy up in n new jersey went to jail a few years ago 4 saying that some judges should be killed–

He is directing the Justice Department and social media companies to “develop tools that can detect mass shooters before they strike.”

Pre-crime, anyone?

Imagine a diversity-rich FBI task force, sitting around ouija boards, and always cohencidentally targeting white people.

Prepare to be charged with crimes they’ve decided you might commit, I guess.

“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say goodbye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling in terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand. The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst; the cursed machine would have ground to a halt . . .”
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

The kids are getting nervous. They see the boomers packing it in and retiring and they’re scared. The helicopter parents are backing off, letting junior walk on his own and it is scaring hell out of the kid. It’s a dangerous world out there and before they are willing to face it, they want it all to go back to the way it used to be.

There is no going back. You can’t go back home, the past is gone. The toys have been thrown away, the house boarded up, mom and dad died. There is no there where it used to be. The playground is full of dark people playing street basketball where people get stabbed over a game. There is no multi-level chess, it’s all one level playing field with no real privilege.

White genocide is a fact of life. It happened. That’s what the helicoptering was all about. Trying to protect kids from danger; pedophiles, baby-snatchers, disease, life’s every threat. Feeling abandoned like the kid who blamed his parents because he was born, asking, who’s going to pay my bills? Life is calling Gen Z. It doesn’t accept text messages, they have to show up.

Expect more manifestos from scared kids. Maybe we can keep bullshitting them that it’s not you, it’s not me, it’s that illegal behind the tree.

Whatever stick we hand to the government will be used to beat us either NOW, or when the other wing of the war party is eventually elected. Everyone loves a police state until it turns on THEM.

As a rule, I am against any law that criminalizes an act where no one other than the person committing the act is injured.

For instance, I do not think that speeding nor drunk driving should be illegal. No one is hurt by those acts. HOWEVER, should someone who is drunk driving kill or injure another, putting them publicly through a woodchipper should be the result. Etc.

So punishing someone who MAY be violent is not something I would support.

But make no mistake, those laws are already in place – shrinks can certify a person to be violent, whether or not they actually are, and poof, off they go to the padded room.

I am sure Stuck would know this given his munchkin is a shrink. So I am unsure whether Trump is actually proposing anything different than what actually exists – he is perhaps just expanding the use of what already exists in law.

This is Quinn’s house.
We come here, at his invitation, and some of us help keep the electricity bill paid, and the lights are usually on; the Welcome mat usually out.
The front windows are open, too.
The music is loud, the language is bad at times, and sometimes the womenfolk get ogled and whistled at. But we have a small group of gals in attendance that can party with the best revelers.

Some smoke figurative cigars, some drink alcohol, bitch about people who hate us for working, earning, and enjoying ourselves with a good party. We like freedom and think law abiding folks who own guns are not a threat.
We talk about our kids, our scary future, and opine about all that’s messed up in society. We also celebrate victory over illnesses, and we grieve together like any family does. It’s a good home.
Occasionally a fight breaks out.
The cops have been called.
They tried to get his electricity turned off, so the parties would stop.
Some passersby have stopped in, got offended, and left.

Other loudmouth visitors were nipped at the heels, and scampered away with their tales between their legs, never to return. Big dogs are on guard for disrespectful little yapper mutts.
Especially if they’re stupid.

The nosy, self righteous critic observer looking thru the window at what goes on here disapproves.
It’s not enough that they could just walk by, and look the other way. No, they want to make parties like ours illegal.
Banned. Punishable.
By any means necessary.

Now the uppity neighbors around the block are bitching now more than ever about the radicals who party here.
They’re recruiting other nannies to join the call to object.
More and more they want the cops to come shut down the party.
That little guy who always has a bottle of beer in his hand looks like a foul mouthed, obnoxious drunk, always telling a dirty joke.
Offensive. In reality, he is, like all the other guests and the hosts, a harmless fuzzball.

More enforcement may be coming. We’re living in a progressive liberal neighborhood, with far more dangerous things all around.
But they perceive us to be the problem.
Perhaps we all have a seat reserved in the paddy wagon.

Meantime, Quinny, I’m parched.
Toss me another long neck from the ice tub, will ya?
I luv you, man. And Av, too.
All you other crazy bastards, and babes, too.
I don’t care what Trump thinks about me, or us. He might be trying, but results so far have been disappointing.

They have already shut down 8chan, so what will keep them from going after ALL the blogs used by those of us who think the government is up to no good. With AI, they can identify the sites as fast as they can begin posting.

Looks like Orwell missed his projections by 35 years.

Exactly, Stuck. We will be Callie’s at the FEMA resort.