I cannot tell you how much I fucking hate the girls vs boys meme format. I get irrational disgust every time I see them. How do people find this funny?
And it's not because of the blatant misogyny but rather because they're so corny and cringe, like it was made by a 12 year old schoolboy who hasn't grown out of that haha poo poo penis and vagina boy power phase.
I could have a good day just strolling around in the morning shine whilst eating a burito and waiting for the inevitable bathroom fiasco to happen. And then open up my phone and see a girls vs boys meme and immediately it has completely fucked up my day.
At least with the Hiroshima toilet problem I'll have a sigh of relief once it's over. But the girls vs boys memes will never go away since it garnered enough engagement and mass likes from 13 year old boys who has the beliefs that some bald closeted gay Romanian sex trafficker is some heroic role model who will restore the ying and yang balance of masculinity in society after Bill Gates invented Facebook.
Folks, the bourgeois, they're no good, more and more people are saying it. All these workers— the biggest, we have the biggest workers— very handsome workers come up to me and say, Comrade Trump there is a specter haunting Europe, and you know what, they're right. These bourgeois are very nasty people, very very rude, and very unfair to the workers. They are stealing our surplus value and no one is doing anything about it. The proletariat comes up to me every day and says, Comrade Trump will you lead the revolution? And I gotta turn to them and say look,the instruments of capitalism will be used to bring about its destruction, believe me. The means of production, Obama never wanted to seize them. Well guess what? I'm seizing them. Landlords? They're done for folks. Everyone told me— they said, Comrade Trump you won't be the vanguard of the revolution and they would laugh, the media laughed the democrats laughed, guess who's laughing now?
And then you have these capitalists, those are real beauties! This is their new hoax- they take a piece of machine, a big beautiful shiny new means of production, and they buy it and y'know, they own it, it's a big beautiful shiny new machine, all the bells and whistles, bing bing bing, and then they have the workers- who are totally not being treated fairly in this country, folks, BELIEVE ME, totally exploited, and they have these workers -and they pay them a certain amount, could beee... $20 per hour, could be TEN, could be FIVE, could be TWELVE, they pay them a certain amount, okay, and with their labor they build the product.
And the owner of the machine, of the capital, "Capitalist" they turn around and sell the product at a yuge markup, they call it "profit." ok, so they call it profit! They don't sell it at the cost it took to make it, okay, so what do they do with this extra, you know what I call it? I call it surplus value. I call it surplus value, and do they share the surplus value with the people whose labor PROVIDED the value it took to make that product? I don't think so, folks.
They stick in a bank and then they say "ohhhh I can't afford to pay you more!" Bad- BAD people. It's totally phony, folks. Raw deal, our proletariat are getting a raw deal.
But not for long! We're gonna- and by the way it never occurs the workers to pool their resources and buy the big beautiful machine in order to share the profit that they created in the first place with their labour! And you know why? Because the capitalists pay the workers such a low wage they can't afford to then invest and pool their money and share in ownership... of the means of production! Can't do it! This is the biggest scam on the planet, folks! Boy, I've heard some real beauties but that one, WOW, that's a doozy. That's a real beauty. But we're gonna fix it, folks, we're gonna fix it, okay? and you know what the laborers are going to do? They're gonna WIN.
Folks, what we did in 1917–the Revolution I call it, with a capital R–it's never been done before. So many big beautiful red flags, you couldn't even–now that, folks, that's a flag we stand up for, we don't kneel for our terrific red flag–and you couldn't even see the Winter Palace, you know. You know the Mensheviks, you take a look at what they said, and they were a, uh, a failed party, and Renegade Kautsky, very nasty to me but that's okay, they said we couldn't do it! They said, "Oh, Donald, the material conditions are bad, we have to have a bourgeois republic to develop the forces of production." You know what that means, right? Semi-feudal economy! Okay, you get Semi-Feudal, and I said, I told them we can't have Semi-Feudal. Well, look at where we are now. We are going to develop the forces of production so fast it'll make your head spin. We are going to do in a generation what it took them many, many years to do. BELIEVE ME.
Shorter version
Folks, the bourgeois, they're no good, more and more people are saying it. All these workers— the biggest, we have the biggest workers— very handsome workers come up to me and say, Comrade Trump there is a specter haunting Europe, and you know what, they're right. These bourgeois are very nasty people, very very rude, and very unfair to the workers. They are stealing our surplus value and no one is doing anything about it. The proletariat comes up to me every day and says, Comrade Trump will you lead the revolution? And I gotta turn to them and say look,the instruments of capitalism will be used to bring about its destruction, believe me. The means of production, Obama never wanted to seize them. Well guess what? I'm seizing them. Landlords? They're done for folks. Everyone told me— they said, Comrade Trump you won't be the vanguard of the revolution and they would laugh, the media laughed the democrats laughed, guess who's laughing now?
linkedin is not a professional network, it is a sewer with an instagram filter. a place where people cosplay as future leaders but in reality they cannot even handle their own inbox. it is not networking, it is a reality show for grown up children who play with job titles instead of dolls. and everyone pretends they are sharing inspiration when in fact it is just masturbation for likes. you scroll the feed and it feels like you landed in an amusement park for desperate clowns. they write how grateful they are for new challenges and the crowd claps like they just cured cancer. in reality the only thing they invented is a new way to shove the word synergy into a sentence that makes no sense anyway. everyone pretends to be authentic but it is authenticity on the level of an influencer filming a video about loving nature while standing in front of a palm tree in dubai. and then the comments start, an orgy of mutual ass kissing. great insight tom, so inspirational karen, as if every line is the gospel instead of reheated motivational calendar bullshit. it is a graveyard of souls dressed in suits that already rotted inside. everyone writes like they are preparing for a ted talk but instead of ideas worth spreading they have farts disguised as articles. and the world nods along pretending this matters. the truth is it is just theater for people who sold their identity long ago for a gym card and free coffee from the office machine. and when you think it cannot get worse, there comes the guy posting a vacation selfie with the caption leadership is also about recharging batteries. really? maybe next tell us how the bubbles in your prosecco represent your journey as a manager. this whole rant is not just about linkedin, it is a manifesto of how low some of us are willing to fall and how cheap we are willing to whore ourselves out just to look important in a digital clown parade.
Created by u/ctnhededninymgn, its a copypasta for anyone excited for the dev blogs in iRacing.
Every single day I wake up at 5:37 AM sharp, not because I set an alarm, but because my body has been biologically hardwired to sense when the newest iRacing development blog might drop. I roll out of bed, slam a monster energy drink, and immediately refresh the forums like a stockbroker watching the NASDAQ crash. My neighbors think I’m unemployed- NO. I’m simply employed by DESTINY, serving as a guardian of digital patch notes.
I’ve stopped eating. Who needs food when the only nourishment I require is word of a new tire model coming to the Skip Barber car. My teeth are permanently clenched shut from the anticipation of seeing the words “laser-scanned” dance across my screen. My roommate sat me down last week to ask why I printed out the entire 2025 season 3 patch notes and pinned them to the fridge. I told him it was art, he told me it was “deeply concerning.”
Every night before bed, I kneel at my shrine -comprised entirely of old Logitech pedals and a photo of Dale Earnhardt Jr.- and I whisper: “Please, John iRacing, deliver unto us the dev blog.” I start levitating and reciting hymns to encourage the iRacing gods to shine upon us all. Then I pass out in my rig, still wearing my gloves, sweating through my Nomex suit, my wheel base twitching like a possessed demon from the ritual I have just performed.
I have not spoken to my family in weeks. My friends stopped inviting me to things. But they do not understand. They will never understand. The only friends I need are the many charts and lists of potential new tracks and cars I’ve speculated are coming. #Soon.
So here I sit. F5. F5. F5. If the dev blog doesn’t drop today, I don’t know what will become of me... but I do know one thing: when it finally comes, I will ascend.
