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And the tributes from snowflake Deplorables for Rory just keep pouring in.

Their feelings sure do get hurt easily. When are we going to hold another group therapy session for them? Wat's thread apparently does not provide enough nurturing for the hypersensitive incels, so we might need to provide more help than the cat lady can provide. 😿
Is this a reference to me? I'm not an incel. Wat is a friend, like thousands of people I know from my media career and my run for office. Plus millions who know my books.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lulu_Schwartz


Funny how everything I post here triggers something between mass pants-soiling and collective ergotism frenzy. Glad I don't have to clean it all up. But no wonder you all are on the world's weirdest dating site. Do you actually get dates?

Not that I care. As a ho I work the street. I don't do sex via the Internet. Too many creeps.

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Is this a reference to me? I'm not an incel. Wat is a friend, like thousands of people I know from my media career and my run for office. Plus millions who know...

Funny how everything I post here triggers something between mass pants-soiling and collective ergotism frenzy. Glad I don't have to clean it all up. But no wonder you all are on the world's weirdest dating site. Do you actually get dates?

Not that I care. As a ho I work the street. I don't do sex via the Internet. Too many creeps.

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To answer the core question of your above post, no, it was not a reference to you. You have something else going on that I am not qualified to address.
 
You are proof they do.
I don't get how someone as articulate and original as you doesn't get published everywhere. But it's a tough world for incels. Especially those who lie their way into a site by faking their age.

You writing from detention, study hall, or the caf? Don't let the faculty catch you.

Nevertheless, if you had intellectual power beyond that of a fruitfly, you might discern that a great deal of exceptionally significant literature is produced by people judged as less than by the unwashed. And, as your handle indicates, you don't bathe.

Joyce was nearly blind when he finished FINNEGANS WAKE. Radnoti Miklos was dead when his greatest works were published. That's a disability, for sure. Other examples abound.

You live in a closet somewhere that the news about the legal status of trans and the abatement of HIV isn't known. Mommy must be a terrible person to keep you locked up that way. I guess she lets you out for classes in some kind of school.

I hope for the best for you. Don't drink too much. Don't end up homeless. Goodwill Industries used to have jobs for people like you. I don't know if they still do.

I was born with significant birth "defects." My home life was difficult because my grandfather was a Holocaust survivor who killed himself. My father was deeply damaged by his participation in the atom bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and was driven to suicide by provincial neo-Stalinists in San Francisco after he helped establish the City Lights Bookstore.

The rest of my family is psychologically stable but we were Communists, my mom was a Russian spy, and being Jewish in a burb with a history of support for the German American Bund, I was very severely bullied.

Yet I helped take down the Soviet Union, assisted in bringing Millosheviqi to justice, exposed Saudi re 9-11, and now luxuriate as a sex goddess. I'll dance at TransMarch tomorrow in a thong, covered with shimmer, and with flowers in my hair.

Of course you'll say I'm ugly bla fucking bla. But you won't be there, and your comments are that of a booger eating moron who lives, to describe it politely, in a virtual outhouse. Not of a witness. Here in America, hearsay has no standing in the public discourse. You know about America, right?

Be well. You'll never be happy, but neither are many other people on this site. You found a home! Online, from the depths of your closet! Tech rules!

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I don't get how someone as articulate and original as you doesn't get published everywhere. But it's a tough world for incels. Especially those who lie their way into a site by faking their age.

You writing from detention, study hall, or the caf? Don't let the faculty catch you.

Nevertheless, if you had intellectual power beyond that of a fruitfly, you might discern that a great deal of exceptionally significant literature is produced by people judged as less than by the unwashed. And, as your handle indicates, you don't bathe.

Joyce was nearly blind when he finished FINNEGANS WAKE. Radnoti Miklos was dead when his greatest works were published. That's a disability, for sure. Other examples abound.

You live in a closet somewhere that the news about the legal status of trans and the abatement of HIV isn't known. Mommy must be a terrible person to keep you locked up that way. I guess she lets you out for classes in some kind of school.

I hope for the best for you. Don't drink too much. Don't end up homeless. Goodwill Industries used to have jobs for people like you. I don't know if they still do.

I was born with significant birth "defects." My home life was difficult because my grandfather was a Holocaust survivor who killed himself. My father was deeply damaged by his participation in the atom bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and was driven to suicide by provincial neo-Stalinists in San Francisco after he helped establish the City Lights Bookstore.

The rest of my family is psychologically stable but we were Communists, my mom was a Russian spy, and being Jewish in a burb with a history of support for the German American Bund, I was very severely bullied.

Yet I helped take down the Soviet Union, assisted in bringing Millosheviqi to justice, exposed Saudi re 9-11, and now luxuriate as a sex goddess. I'll dance at TransMarch tomorrow in a thong, covered with shimmer, and with flowers in my hair.

Of course you'll say I'm ugly bla fucking bla. But you won't be there, and your comments are that of a booger eating moron who lives, to describe it politely, in a virtual outhouse. Not of a witness. Here in America, hearsay has no standing in the public discourse. You know about America, right?

Be well. You'll never be happy, but neither are many other people on this site. You found a home! Online, from the depths of your closet! Tech rules!

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I am happy to see you admit that you were born with a brain defect. This is evident with every post you make.
I say things to you that your friends and family are afraid to say. I speak the truth. Your arrogance and narcissism makes it tough for you to accept reality, that's why you go on these long rants trying make yourself seem important. You're not. You're a joke. So sad for you. :)
 
I am happy to see you admit that you were born with a brain defect. This is evident with every post you make.
I say things to you that your friends and family are afraid to say. I speak the truth. Your arrogance and narcissism makes it tough for you to accept reality, that's why you go on these long rants trying make yourself seem important. You're not. You're a joke. So sad for you. :)
https://forum.literotica.com/conversations/are-you-kidding.108135113/#convMessage-115551780

There used to be a guy working at Penn Station in NYC known as the Salad King. You're the Word Salad Queen. I'm a queen too. But it's ok. Noam Chomsky, who you called a fag, taught me about word salad. I don't need to get my hands dirty.

It's complicated.

ShitPsychotica Mediocrita encourages a coprolalic incel to advocate violence against a child and hatred of the disabled. Along with uncontrolled online libel.

I discovered a candid video of you. Wow!


I live in San Francisco. I am a prominent trans figure. Do you think my family and friends live in Lower Slobbovia and don't support me? Want to sign on to RoryNarcissist's and Buttermilquetoast's fantasy that I am the DJT of trans?

You have no achievements, no courage, no knowledge of literature, no sense of eros, no open supporters on this site, and doubtless no friends, family, or lovers. Or even pets! Or neighbors!

You have no actual knowledge of me or my family. You pull this crap out of your ass and fling it, because you are a schoolyard bully and gay incel so afraid to come of the closet you probably can't even write your name. That would be funny if you weren't a little bitty mousy minor who sneaked on here by lying about your age.

None of this nonsense affects me. I have three signed book contracts and am working on a feature film.

When I do my next book tour I'll make sure you have a free ticket to every event. But you're too chicken shit to show up.

What's are the names of my book editors? Who was my boss at CIA? Who was my boss at Mossad? Who is my boss at Mossad now? Does Mossad have a public phone number? What's my son's name -- the one you know everything about?

Why did my agent end our relationship? You should know. What was my agent's name? Who's my agent now?

All this except the name of my current boss at Mossad is in plain sight, just like the butterflies BSG couldn't find. Obviously Mommy doesn't let you learn anything serious about the internet. Did she catch you watching gay porn? Were you paternity tested?

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Please cite your credentials for throwing around terms like delusion, which has a specific clinical meaning.

In a lifetime of reading psychoanalytical literature, and having established myself as a historian of the topic, I never heard of someone believing that chat posts on an unknown 4chan spinoff determine the future of a whole community.

https://www.nytimes.com/1988/01/24/...d-assassins-annals-of-stalin-s-killerati.html

The delusion that memes, acrostics, and emojis are a form of literature is as pathetic as a P.C. Nazi denouncing DJT while exulting in triggering and rape talk.

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https://forum.literotica.com/conversations/are-you-kidding.108135113/#convMessage-115551780

There used to be a guy working at Penn Station in NYC known as the Salad King. You're the Word Salad Queen. I'm a queen too. But it's ok. Noam Chomsky, who you called a fag, taught me about word salad. I don't need to get my hands dirty.

It's complicated.

ShitPsychotica Mediocrita encourages a coprolalic incel to advocate violence against a child and hatred of the disabled. Along with uncontrolled online libel.

I discovered a candid video of you. Wow!


I live in San Francisco. I am a prominent trans figure. Do you think my family and friends live in Lower Slobbovia and don't support me? Want to sign on to RoryNarcissist's and Buttermilquetoast's fantasy that I am the DJT of trans?

You have no achievements, no courage, no knowledge of literature, no sense of eros, no open supporters on this site, and doubtless no friends, family, or lovers. Or even pets! Or neighbors!

You have no actual knowledge of me or my family. You pull this crap out of your ass and fling it, because you are a schoolyard bully and gay incel so afraid to come of the closet you probably can't even write your name. That would be funny if you weren't a little bitty mousy minor who sneaked on here by lying about your age.

None of this nonsense affects me. I have three signed book contracts and am working on a feature film.

When I do my next book tour I'll make sure you have a free ticket to every event. But you're too chicken shit to show up.

What's are the names of my book editors? Who was my boss at CIA? Who was my boss at Mossad? Who is my boss at Mossad now? Does Mossad have a public phone number? What's my son's name -- the one you know everything about?

Why did my agent end our relationship? You should know. What was my agent's name? Who's my agent now?

All this except the name of my current boss at Mossad is in plain sight, just like the butterflies BSG couldn't find. Obviously Mommy doesn't let you learn anything serious about the internet. Did she catch you watching gay porn? Were you paternity tested?

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Listen, tardburger. You are a demented nobody. You don't have a boss at mossad, there will be no book tour because nobody cares what some confused douchebag has to say. There will be no movie either, get real you idiot.
I will remind you that you attacked me first, you started the shit slinging but I am more than happy to keep it up, so stop whining about it. You are a half witted, narcissistic, confused old fool, nothing more.
I know everything about your family and the shame you have brought them. Your son is not an arms dealer, he is a cock dealer, he deals with russian cocks in his mouth daily, just like your mother did. :)
 
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Tell this to your pal Wat over at his thread promoting the Federalist Society's armed "revolution".
Wat Tyler is an acquaintance of mine. We share an interest in medieval and Renaissance peasant revolts and firearms. Otherwise I know little about him, his life, or his opinions, and, frankly I don't care about those things.

Wake up and smell the ginseng. This is a chat site. I express myself candidly, and anyone can view and judge me, my life, and my opinions. Since I was effectively compelled to out or doxx myself, I am deprived of the vaunted confidentially promised here.

I consider this site a 4chan variant in its "culture." It once represented an open door to sexual exploration. It is now a fount of Nazi hate against my body. I spent the most important years of my life as an investigator of human rights atrocities in ex-Yugoslavia. In Albania and Kosovo we have a clandestine system of traditional law based on honor and revenge.

I am a linguist. I speak and read six South Slavic languages and two Albanian dialects. I am the only foreign author ever to have published original works in the Gheg (northern) Albanian dialect.

Moronic Americans ask me how to curse in Bosnian. Cool. Bosnians of all faiths are prolific fans of mother cursing. When the Albanian Partisans went to Bosnia in 1945 to clear out Nazis and collabos, they were so shocked by the gross language used daily by Bosnian Muslims they went back to Kosovo to fight the genocidal Serbage. I only know one vulgar word in Albanian: "mut" for "shit."

I don't know Albanian curse words, and don't want or need to know them. I love my beautiful boobies and my lush booty. But I also love my life. The wrong word in Albanian can get you killed. My Albanian linguistic expertise concentrates elsewhere.

The point here is that despicable personal insults are a serious matter in countries where I served protecting my country, America, defending Israel, and rescuing local children from the murder carried out by Serbs and their Russian mercenaries. My son, now a firearms dealer, went to Kosovo and became a hero there.

Yet I and my family have been showered with demented insults here.

Your absurd fever nightmare about the Federalist Society is laughable. A bunch of lawyers are going to pick up the gun? I don't think so. Clarence Thomas with a Mac-10? That's rich.

Go dance with the bananas, chum. Americans are talking here at the adult's table. I am a radical neoconservative on foreign policy and a very radical anarchist communist on domestic issues. The CIA knew that when I went to work with them. That's the kind of contradiction common to political life in sophisticated countries, like Germany, the UK, and Ukraine (look into a guy named Nestor Makhno). Sadly such political comprehension is absent here in Lower Slobbovia, a rural district in a region known for illiteracy, incest, and illness.

Yesterday we had TransMarch. It was the 110th anniversary of the Sarajevo Serbian atrocity that began the first world war. June 28th was the anniversary of the apparently fictional battle of Kosovo. It's called Vidovdan or St. Vitus Day.

I celebrated June 28th with a nice bottle of Montenegrin black wine symbolic of the blood of Serbian children who paid for the massacres of Albanian children with their lives. I worked with the Iranians to drive the Serbs out of Kosovo forever. Mossad knows about that and lots of other things that yokels like those on this wretched site couldn't figure out if it was explained by Marx, Freud, Einstein, and Bohm. Like how to make money as an author.

Dealing with me is way above your pay grade, pally. Stop stressing over the Federalist Society. Worry about Putin. Think about Hamas. You're safe, in good part because of 2A and folks like Wat Tyler and my son. This is a jerkoff site. Give yourself a handjob and have a cup of Ovaltine. Relax.

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Listen, tardburger. You are a demented nobody. You don't have a boss at mossad, there will be no book tour because nobody cares what some confused douchebag has to say. There will be no movie either, get real you idiot.
I will remind you that you attacked me first, you started the shit slinging but I am more than happy to keep it up, so stop whining about it. You are a half witted, narcissistic, confused old fool, nothing more.
I know everything about your family and the shame you have brought them. Your son is not an arms dealer, he is a cock dealer, he deals with russian cocks in his mouth daily, just like your mother did. :)
Wow. It must take a millionth of a brain cell to post this glop for the nth time. You are the proof that ShitPsychotica Mediocrita is a hoax site.

But answer the question. What's my son's name? It's easy to find. You can chew on your used condoms while you locate it.

Bullshit is bullshit and yours is useless even as fertilizer, much less as serious standup. You won't graduate from middle school. Mommy won't be happy with you. You'll never even get a chance in a comedy club. As a minor you're not allowed in places where liquor is served.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, but in my dealings with you, toxic waste is a terrible thing to mind. I have a son. I reproduced. You can't and won't. Leave the hos in your hood alone. They may know self defense.

You have never been in a physical fight in your life.

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Thank you.

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I'd add that it is as refreshing as a cold beer on a hot day to find someone on this site who admits not knowing everything about everything including the life of a successful author like me. The first defeat of the 4chan Brigade. I admire Wat Tyler for enduring a long involvement here.

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Narcissism is a spectator sport. Euro football is plenty more interesting.

You can't answer me. You're my bitch but I'm not interested. I'm in a poly relationship and work as a ho. I don't do sex with mental patients.

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Listen, tardburger. You are a demented nobody. You don't have a boss at mossad, there will be no book tour because nobody cares what some confused douchebag has to say. There will be no movie either, get real you idiot.
I will remind you that you attacked me first, you started the shit slinging but I am more than happy to keep it up, so stop whining about it. You are a half witted, narcissistic, confused old fool, nothing more.
I know everything about your family and the shame you have brought them. Your son is not an arms dealer, he is a cock dealer, he deals with russian cocks in his mouth daily, just like your mother did. :)
You don't deny being a deeply closeted gay incel under the age required to participate in this site. Good. Self awareness begins with acceptance. Now see if RoryNarcissist can set you up at Scientology for some auditing. Xenu and the engrams have rilly messed you up.

But watch it. Danny Masterson won't be happy with you as his cellie.

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Happy Friday!
Thanks! It was Trans day in Pride Week. Not that the fans of dancing bananas care.

People I chase down the street after they insult my gender do the same kind of pseudotaunting "dance" once they've gotten at least a block away. Birds of a feather.

You are sex-neg. Why are you on this site?

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I'd add that it is as refreshing as a cold beer on a hot day to find someone on this site who admits not knowing everything about everything including the life of a successful author like me. The first defeat of the 4chan Brigade. I admire Wat Tyler for enduring a long involvement here.

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It was nice to hear you state a concise "Thank you" in a post. But actually what I was saying is that I'm not qualified to address why you talk so much about how important you think you are.

I hope that still qualifies as a cold beer.
 
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