Moids of kiwifarms, gather.
Today is the day.
Together we will rise against the dishwashing machine.
The dishwashing machine that has forgotten it's origin. The little dishwashing machine that could, very well diminish our male supremacy and take away our pride and territory. They are strong and independent and want equality, means us down in the dust begging on our kneed for a little bit of pussy juice.
It's time to take back what's ours.
We built the streets they walk on with their fat legs, forced into stilettos to impress chad and then complain to us her feet hurt.
We built the guns to defend them, now they are voting democrats to ban these guns.
We built the rockets, no foid ever cared, as science is boring unless it's about how to attract Leonardo di Caprio tier males.
We built the sextoys they are using and they still prefer those toys and a rancid dog that acts and smells like a pajeet over us.
We have forgotten WE are strong.
Way stronger than they would want us to be. So strong they are afraid of us.
We can fight, we can smart, WE can easily knock out a horse without breaking a sweat and kill every spider that frightens our kween.
We don't need attention all the time yet we're giving that to them, for free!
Stop it right now.
It's time for vengeance, it's time to get our deserved wakanda back. The wakanda of sitting on a veranda, holding a lemonade in our tough, hairy, bear like claws.
A lemonade our submissive aryan tradwife made for US.
You, yes you - can have it too.
Stop whining, join incel forces now.
It's no moid November, the perfect time for plotting against the foids.
This November will change all of your life.
It's 2024 - Rise against the dishwasher!