I can neither confirm, nor deny that I am in fact D̵̡̮̻̗̖̮͔̜͈̙͖͙͍̺̀̒̍̌̑͐̓͡å̴̲͍̋̉́̀̑͊̎̐̊͡l̴̟̭̳̄̅̕͝͠͝ȩ̸͚̼̘̫̺̻̬̻̮͖̣̬̖̠̗̎̌ ̵̯͕͛́͋͌̀͝͠ͅͅG̷̛͈̩̟̟̠͓̗̘͓͍̽̒̌̔̓̈͗̐̈̿͠͠r̷̘̞̹͂̀̑̋̀͌̍͗̆͝͠͝ͅi̶̡͔͖͍̟̲̮͑̎͌̀̎b̵̡̢̹̗͔̗͍̘̣͊͊̑͒̍̑͌̽͋͌̔͝͝b̷̭̩̩̣͙̺͎̱̗͙͚̩̈́l̸̛͎̼̟̋͆͆͗̓̓̓͘͟ĺ̶̼͇͎̫̮͎̣̳͉̯̊̆̂̓̄̍̃̚e̶̢̡̛̫̣͈̺̾̅͐̾̓͒̚ͅ.̴̫̞̥̒̈̇̓́̾͗̒́̉̔͑
“Lib” isn’t the hardest-hitting pejorative I’ve been called, so go ahead and cringe your cute little butt-cheeks, comrade. I’ve read and seen what makes you and your ilk cheer.
Throw your molotov-sippy-cup nice and hard, and good luck with the revolution, you extra-nice-and-totally-not-a-sociopathic-bully “HeRo Of LaBoR”.
Point out tankies’ abundant similarities to the pigs in Animal Farm.
There’s something deeply unsettling about watching his decline from a clinical psychologist into brazen bible-thumping over the years. He always had a tendency for “stream-of-thought” styled theorizing and gave caveats about it before, but now it’s straight christian proselytizing. A pity to watch the deterioration of mind in public.
How many people who’ve bullied have you successfully held accountable?