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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGp-omDD3V0

>Why are PATHETIC LOSER VIRGIN LOSER PATHETIC MEN such fucking PATHETIC LOSER VIRGINS? Could it be that we should be more compassionate toward these FUCKING LOSERS LMFAO HAHA *CLAPS* *AUDIENCE CLAPS* *I'M NOT A LOSER LIKE THEM, I'M ONE OF THE COOL KIDS THANK GOD I'M NOT OSTRACIZED TO THE DECOSMICIZED OUTER FRINGES OF THE SAME TO BECOME OTHER, THANK GOD I'M A LOW-RANKED BETA MALE WHO GETS TO EAT FROM THE SLOPPY TROUGH AFTER 70% OF THE OTHERS HAVE ALREADY EATEN, AND NOT ONE OF THOSE LOSER OMEGAS RELEGATED TO THE TRUE DREGS, FUCKING LOSER PATHETIC VIRGIN OMEGA MALES LMAO EVERY TIME I SAY THIS MY STATUS GOES UP ONE FRACTION OF A FRACTION OF A PERCENT AND I INCH THAT MUCH CLOSER TO TRUE ALPHA MALE STATUS IN THE PACK!!! SO ANYWAY WHAT DO WE DO ABOUT THOSE PATHETIC LOSER VIRGINS?? THEY SEEM UPSET OR SOMETHING*

'We have invented happiness,'say the last men, and they blink. They have left the regions where it was hard to live, for one needs warmth. One still loves one's neighbor and rubs against him, for one needs warmth...

One still works, for work is a form of entertainment. But one is careful lest the entertainment be too harrowing. One no longer becomes poor or rich: both require too much exertion. Who still wants to rule? Who obey? Both require too much exertion.

No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.

"Is it the healthy peace, or the ominous unhealthy, that rests on France, for these next Ten Years? Over which the Historian can pass lightly, without call to linger: for as yet events are not, much less performances. Time of sunniest stillness;—shall we call it, what all men thought it, the new Age of Gold? Call it at least, of Paper; which in many ways is the succedaneum of Gold. Bank-paper, wherewith you can still buy when there is no gold left; Book-paper, splendent with Theories, Philosophies, Sensibilities,—beautiful art, not only of revealing Thought, but also of so beautifully hiding from us the want of Thought! Paper is made from the rags of things that did once exist; there are endless excellences in Paper.—What wisest Philosophe, in this halcyon uneventful period, could prophesy that there was approaching, big with darkness and confusion, the event of events? Hope ushers in a Revolution,—as earthquakes are preceded by bright weather.

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Clearly a difficult 'point' for Government, that of dealing with these masses ... And these people pay the taille! And you want further to take their salt from them! And you know not what it is you are stripping barer, or as you call it, governing; what by the spurt of your pen, in its cold dastard indifference, you will fancy you can starve always with impunity; always till the catastrophe come!—Ah Madame, such Government by Blindman's-buff, stumbling along too far, will end in the General Overturn (culbute générale).'"