>>403555>nationalismThat's a thing for people that have a nation. If you think shit like iran, puccia or US counts as a "nation" then you're blind. We're "living" inside long rotten carcasses, these aren't countries. More like cattle pens full of confused, stunted human cattle.
>yeah like what, someone who i never met should care about me?Yes, in a real nationalist country there would be people, unrelated to you by blood, concerned with your well being, because it would be affecting their well being. But we don't have nationalistic countries, the last attempt at that was Germany and the goyim golems from lots of places were easily fooled into rabidly throwing themselves at those who were trying to unshackle themselves from jewish shit.
Or so the story goes. From my perspective of complete disconnect it might as well be a bunch of lies, I have no way to prove it aside from observing the results of it all and seeing how Hitler was right.
>how?It took me about 15 years to even remember it happening, but it came all at once:
at junior school, about 2nd or 3rd grade
(so about 8-9 years), when I went out of the classroom
(asked to go to the bathroom) right there like 6-8 steps away were 2 shitskins
(typical caucasus-region/afghan/arab looking scum, they all look like a mixture of rat and chimpanzee to me), one of them older by a few years, and that older one asks me right off the bat as I close the door "wanna see a trick?", so I, a naive slavoid child, said "yeah", to which he replied "come over", and so I did. Then he crouched behind me, grabbed me by the waist and simply did a cool "wrestling" pro-move like a suplex, landing me onto the top of my head, crushing that specific part inward.
It all happened in the span of about 6-10 seconds. Yeah, forgive me, as a trusting child, for expecting something like a coin trick or some other parlor shit. I guess the shitskin muslim definition of "trick" is different to others.
Though what was said in puccian was not "trick", the word was "прикол", which essentially means "prank". What a cool prank.I somehow remember the moment my head connected with the floor, my vision went exactly like a broken screen/dying GPU does — fucked up black/green/colorful lines/rectangles and dots, the corrupted image of that corridor is imprinted into my memory.They both just ran immediately afterwards. The smaller shitskin was looking around the corner to make sure no one was around, so there were no witnesses.
So I blacked out, and the next thing I know is a female classmate standing in the classroom doorway, asking me why I'm lying on the floor. I didn't say anything, just remember barely getting up and wanting to puke real bad, having difficulty staying upright, everything foggy as fuck, as if perceiving through cotton. A concussion, basically. I guess it was noticeable that I was fucked up so the teacher sent me home since I wasn't even saying anything. Then I remember just a couple moments on the way back, like closing the door, getting down on a bed and falling asleep.
And that's it, until the end of 2017 I could never remember even a lick of any of this. There were a few fucked up things about me, physical and mental, that I could never figure out the reason to, and remembering that explained everything.
Thing is that no one ever noticed or cared and simply had fun at the expense of severely diminished me that had no idea what happened for the longest time. All I have for a proof is my dented head and the regained memories. The difference on the ouside must've been barely noticeable, but the shitskin made me into a prisoner inside my own mind. It's not exactly a pleasant experience.
I was supposed to be heavily into coding and hardware, specifically assembly and reverse engineering. But with a smushed brain some parts just don't work the way they should, do they? No, they fucking don't. So I became a waste of space incapable of doing anything for the rest of it. Things that I should've been into, I could never even begin to get into. It's like telling someone with amputated arms to do a handstand.
Also, are you drunk right now? Just asking out of curiosity. For some reason reading your posts I thought "he's drunk" and am now guessing if I was right or not.
>>403557Alright. But what you've said doesn't correlate with my experience. The best pancakes I've had so far turned out to be the ones I had to make. And those didn't involve sugar, only honey. During another try, another specific honey turned out to be inapplicable. It took a few tries but it's perfect. I know about different consistency in regards to sugar/honey btw, duh.
In the end it's about the after feeling of it all — I've compared and found that sugar does something undesirable to my mind/body, and honey doesn't. I don't really need any other reason to use honey instead of sugar, even if it's "wasteful".