When I was in the military we had a saying about civilians. “They’re all out of uniform and no one knows who is in command.” Can’t much say that about them any more.
I can only report on what I see here in the People’s Republic of Fort Collins in the Soviet Sector of Colorado and the SITREP is that the civilians here are well on their way to being in uniform.
The men – I mean soy boys – have their plaid lumberjack shirts despite having never touched a chainsaw in their lives. The hats. The stupid fucking hats. Oh the fucking hipster hats. The skinny jeans. Yes boys I get it. Your dick is shrivelled and needs no room at all to swing around. Your balls are tiny and tucked and need no dangle space.
And the beards. The fucking beards. The number of men who look manly with beards is small. In most cases your beard makes your mouth look like a vagina.
Then there are the women. I mean gurls.
This weekend I was out and about to play some pinball, get some sunlight and fresh air, and yes (this will offend the permavirgins) maybe even talk to some girls. I spotted two girls in two hours who were worth a second look. One was a six, the other a seven.
And what I noticed about all the other gurls in addition to being fours or lower was they were mostly in uniform.
Uniformly over weight. Not 300 pound land whales mind you. Yet over weight enough that the rolls are rolling, the asses are wide and low, the arms are flabby and the bellies extended.
Uniformly taking selfies and staring at their cell phones.
Uniformly wearing their uniforms. Yoga pants.
The six was wearing yoga pants. But she was on her way to yoga class. The seven was wearing a skirt and a crop-top which would have looked amazing on my bedroom floor.
All these four and below gurls with their yoga pants? No excuse. The most stretching any of these <5s have ever done in their lives was over valuing themselves on the sexual marketplace.
Yoga pants constrict everything and give the illusion that she is tighter than she is. Tightness signals fertility and youth. Make-up hides wrinkles, crows feet, and weathered skin; youthful and healthy looking skin signals fertility. Lip-stick (red) gives the illusion that she is aroused or in heat. A simple trick that no other species can get away with on our planet, as it is impossible for a female to be in constant heat, every single day.
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But like… Yoga pants are comfortable
Yes, because being nude or the feeling of being naked, is extremely comfortable. With yoga pants, women can almost look nude and be nude, essentially, without breaking the law.
All workout clothes are comfortable, that’s the whole point. Active wear was meant to be like this in order to cut down on wind resistance, and enhance mobility. Do you need to cut down wind resistance when working at Domino’s? Do you need to enhance your mobility when you have to walk 5 feet from your cubicle to the break room? Do you need the ability to run fast when pushing your cart through the grocery store at an even pace in search of 2% milk, avocados and Swiss Chard? No.
You can only make the average Fort Collins gurl look so tight but I do applaud the yoga pants for their effort. In some cases the yoga pants are stretched so thin they are becoming transparent. If she eats one more donut from Peace Love And Donuts those pants are going to have a containment breach.
And what bit of the uniform ties the soy boys and gurls of the People’s Republic together?
Is it the craft beer and marijuana t-shirts?
Is it the Bernie stickers on their hybrid cars?
Is it the medication for their personalities?
No friends. It’s the tattoos and piercings. Even the seven I saw this weekend had the tattoo on her ankle. Finding a woman without ink and metal is akin to questing for the Ark of the Covenant.
It might be a myth but damn . . . it could really exist. Couldn’t it? And it makes for a damn good movie.
As for who is in command. The civilians of The People’s Republic know who is in command.
(adj) A word used to describe a globalized and homogenized culture pushed for by large companies, politicians, and Neocon/Leftist pawns. This culture includes metropolitan ideals such as diversity, homosexuality, sexual degeneracy, colorblindness in regard to race, egalitarianism, money worship, and the erasure of different individual cultures, among other things. The term is often used by Alt-Right figures, as well as other people associated to the right on the political spectrum, who are aware of the globalization being forced upon multiple countries. Also used to describe Global Capitalism and/or Marxism. The globohomo system is referred to as the Globohomo Gayplex.
The EU, UN, tech giants, and the media all have a globohomo agenda.
Virgin: “We need to take in more refugees.”
Chad: “You’re just another globohomo pawn, which is pretty gay.
Never will you see so many educated strong independent sheep. I’m surrounded by morons who walk about under the impression that they are the most creative outside the box thinking beings to ever bless the cosmos with their existence. These are the dumbest fucktards to ever metabolize oxygen into plant food.
In the People’s Republic of Fort Collins we have this thing called a train track.
Trains drive on the train track.
When the train is driving down the track and contributing to GDP (something hipsters wouldn’t know about) this results in the two halves of Fort Collins being temporarily physically isolated from each other.
This is an ongoing “crisis” here in Fort Collins over which there is endless, and I fucking mean end-fucking-less, pearl clutching, whining, opining, snivelling, crying, screaming, and hysteria. And in all these years of emotions, spending of tax money, and road construction not one yoga pants wearing strong independent educated hipster gurl has figured out . . .
. . . you can build a fucking overpass that goes . . .
. . . wait for it . . .
. . . wait for it . . .
. . . fucking wait for it . . .
. . . OVER THE FUCKING TRAIN TRACK!
We have overpasses back home in Texas and Texas is filled with people so fucking dumb that they send retarded children to college.
Of course retarded children also attend CSU here in Fort Collins. We just call them progressives instead of retards.
But I digress. I’m suppose to be writing about globalhomo. How I got from globalhomo to stupid people I can’t figure out for the life of me. What possible connection could their be between people’s inability to see the obvious even after I’ve stated it and globalhomo?
What connection could there be?
People, there is nothing to see here but there is everything to see. Our society is so rich and decadent that these are the talking points and arguments of the day. What wasted space this is. While our nations are in the process of being invaded by third world vibrants and hollowed out from within; sold down the river by career politicians whose only wish is to score more personal points of woke, the homos fall over themselves to remain on center stage for as long as possible. Just how far can sodomy be pushed anyhow? Why is this so important or interesting? We made fun of fags because they are beneath us but then we took them seriously and look at where we are now. I mean, is there anything in today’s world more ugly and totalitarian than a rainbow colored flag?
I don’t accept fags the same way that I don’t accept thieves or murderers. One way or another they all destroy lives. The totalitarian church of all things gay is a very poor substitute for charging up a beach through machine gun fire. But that’s progress, apparently. Well excuse me for not getting with the system. Gays used to know all about that, but not any more.
As usual Adam is right. There is nothing to see here. Nothing to see at all. Civilians don’t see things.
I noticed this about civilians when I was in the military and it holds true today. Civilians never look up.
In the Army (before it had women, homos, and trannies) we learned to look up. Look up for snipers. Look up for booby traps. Look up for danger. Look up for opportunity. Look up for escape routes. Look up for incoming attackers. Look up because it’s important.
There is a crack in my ceiling. I noticed it because I look up. It might be nothing. It might be something. Time and a bit of investigation will tell.
The self-mutilated hairy hipsters of Fort Collins don’t look up. Looking up is dangerous. Why? Because it’s not what the other self-mutilated hairy hipsters of Fort Collins are doing.
Why look up when you can look at a reflection of yourself in your smartphone?