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[Bear Hammer]

You know after re-reading the posts from the time @IKOL got kiwis really mad for talking to a girl that was younger than him, I think a lot of "pedo catcher" content feels more like a grift + public hysteria than justice.

Yes, real pedophiles exist and need to be imprisoned. But a lot of these stings catch desperate, socially isolated ugly freaks who got baited by fake attention, kinda like how stupid people get roped into fed-led terror plots.

Like think about if you were a ugly autistic guy and you are desperate for a relationship, you try to get tinder matches and you are left with only one really attractive 15 year old girl who keeps giving you lots of positive attention.

Not saying they're innocent or it justifies their actions, but it does make me question how much of this is actual predator-catching vs. exploiting lonely freaks for content. Just gives me a bad vibe when I watch stuff like that.

 

[Bear Hammer]

Not saying you are an ugly freak ikol, but that situation did kind of remind me of that shower thought I have

 

[Bear Hammer]

People really just need to chill on just calling everyone a pedophile just because they like someone / date people who are just really younger than they are.

Calling someone a pedo is eventually going to be so overused it's not going to mean anything when you call someone that anymore.

 

[Bear Hammer]

 

[Bear Hammer]

My one criticism of the Piers Morgan/Nick Fuentes interview is that there wasn't enough Danny Finkelstein.

 

[Bear Hammer]

Me mums a lampshade, me das a pair a shoes

 

[The One Who Knocks]

Bear's hard dox have been posted in his Proving Grounds thread

 

[Bear Hammer]

Having sex (read: "getting laid," "gettin’ dat poosay") is the easiest thing in the world. I could make a dating app profile and go fuck a random worthless bitch by dinnertime. But very few people alive have ever actually had *sex.* They've performed a social ritual, sort of like hazing. They've slapped their damp, clammy body against another damp, clammy body, like the wriggling of a suffocating fish. Maybe, possibly, their tongue came into contact with another tongue during the process. It doesn't even sound enjoyable or enviable. They've never made love. They've never experienced passion, or tried to melt into another human being. It sounds like it's more or less the equivalent of a salaryman dipping into the bathroom and jerking off for a bit, simply so that he can more-easily concentrate on whichever set of numbers he is currently moving from one column of an excel sheet to another. It’s nothing but a physical phenomenon, removed of any telos. There is no desire to unify, to become one, or even at a baser level, to control, to own. Leave alone any thought of the fruit of passion, the creation of another life inside of the woman, perish the idea. There is no yearning, no primal and beastly need even, other than a poor simulacra, the simple desire to fulfill a base bodily instinct.

It's like eating, and not to craft a meal, not to provide oneself art, not to turn passion itself into a physical, sensible monument, to provide unto oneself an appreciable reception of one’s own soul, but to microwave a frozen sandwich, or gulp down a cup of instant ramen, merely to just stop your stomach from growling. We live in a world of walking stomachs, hylics, all. And most of it is nothing but glorified prostitution, even within most marriages which occur today.

Pier's Wife says that she wears the pants in the family, so perhaps the dynamic is simply turned the other way, and Piers is like a sort of gigolo. Maybe he's even too stupid to realize that that's all he is.

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