you ever notice how the dumbest motherfuckers make it? like, real mouth-breathing smoothbrains who just blindly believe in themselves, zero hesitation, zero self-doubt, just pure, unshakable, retarded conviction.   meanwhile, the "smart" guys? they sit there analyzing every angle, hedging every bet, waiting for the perfect moment that never comes. watching brain-dead gamblers lap them, then writing 12-paragraph cope posts   you think fartcoin, doge, and whatever other literal joke coin made it because of revolutionary tech? nah. they made it because their communities shilled it to the grave, with zero shame, zero hesitation, full cult-like belief.   they didn’t sit around crying about volume or roadmaps or muh concerns, they just screamed WAGMI until it became reality. meanwhile, here we are, with actual working tech, watching people FUD their own bags like a bunch of overeducated pussies.   that’s plebbit right now.   plebs fudding their own bags because they’d rather be "right" than be rich. they’re so scared of being wrong that they’d rather kneecap their own investment than admit it could work. it’s easier to call it a failure than to believe in something. because if you believe, you have skin in the game. if you believe, you risk looking stupid. it’s coward shit.   if someone talks shit about your mother, do you just sit there like a bitch and nod? if someone disrespects your best friend, do you help them? if someone shits on something you believe in, do you just let them?   so why the fuck do you people FUD plebbit into the ground?   plebbit isn’t some random dogshit memecoin. it’s a real protocol, real tech, real decentralization. the only thing stopping it from succeeding is weak-ass conviction from the people who should believe in it the most.   stop acting like a jaded bitch who wants to see his ex fail to feel better about himself. act like you’re backing the future of decentralized social.   or don’t. and go back to buying whatever AI-generated ponzi twitter is shilling this week.   **you're comfortable being negative because it makes failure feel inevitable.** **if you convince yourself Plebbit is doomed, you don't have to risk disappointment.** **it’s a safety mechanism: if you expect the worst, you can’t be disappointed** **it’s the same cowardice that stops people from chasing their own success, easier to pretend the world is against you than admit you’re scared of trying.** **but here’s the thing: if you treat something like it’s worthless, don’t be surprised when others believe you. You’re not being "realistic," you’re just self-sabotaging**

you ever notice how the dumbest motherfuckers make it? like, real mouth-breathing smoothbrains who just blindly believe in themselves, zero hesitation, zero self-doubt, just pure, unshakable, retarded conviction.   meanwhile, the "smart" guys? they sit there analyzing every angle, hedging every bet, waiting for the perfect moment that never comes. watching brain-dead gamblers lap them, then writing 12-paragraph cope posts   you think fartcoin, doge, and whatever other literal joke coin made it because of revolutionary tech? nah. they made it because their communities shilled it to the grave, with zero shame, zero hesitation, full cult-like belief.   they didn’t sit around crying about volume or roadmaps or muh concerns, they just screamed WAGMI until it became reality. meanwhile, here we are, with actual working tech, watching people FUD their own bags like a bunch of overeducated pussies.   that’s plebbit right now.   plebs fudding their own bags because they’d rather be "right" than be rich. they’re so scared of being wrong that they’d rather kneecap their own investment than admit it could work. it’s easier to call it a failure than to believe in something. because if you believe, you have skin in the game. if you believe, you risk looking stupid. it’s coward shit.   if someone talks shit about your mother, do you just sit there like a bitch and nod? if someone disrespects your best friend, do you help them? if someone shits on something you believe in, do you just let them?   so why the fuck do you people FUD plebbit into the ground?   plebbit isn’t some random dogshit memecoin. it’s a real protocol, real tech, real decentralization. the only thing stopping it from succeeding is weak-ass conviction from the people who should believe in it the most.   stop acting like a jaded bitch who wants to see his ex fail to feel better about himself. act like you’re backing the future of decentralized social.   or don’t. and go back to buying whatever AI-generated ponzi twitter is shilling this week.   **you're comfortable being negative because it makes failure feel inevitable.** **if you convince yourself Plebbit is doomed, you don't have to risk disappointment.** **it’s a safety mechanism: if you expect the worst, you can’t be disappointed** **it’s the same cowardice that stops people from chasing their own success, easier to pretend the world is against you than admit you’re scared of trying.** **but here’s the thing: if you treat something like it’s worthless, don’t be surprised when others believe you. You’re not being "realistic," you’re just self-sabotaging**

inb4 he argues its just a Roman solute and that America is the late roman empire

The Morgenthau Plan. In a time of psychopaths and genocide, (((Henry Morgenthau))) emerged to show himself as the most insane of them all. Pure evil.

He tried to warn us but you made fun of him.

Saw this and thought it was an interesting overview. I am aware that there are far more sophisticated takes out there and that there are plebs who understand this far more than I do who may point out that it's all b.s. An interesting tweet all the same.

**Let’s cut the bullshit for a second. Do you actually have friends or have you ever had any?? Not drinking buddies you see once a year, not "yeah, we talk sometimes" friends, but real ones?** The kind who won’t disappear when shit gets rough. The kind who don’t talk behind your back the second you leave the room, friends you can trust.   **I’ve had a lot of friends in my life. Personally I’m not some antisocial basement dweller. I’m extroverted by nature, I'm pretty social, at least in the last 5 years. I’ve been around people my whole life**, made countless connections, but somehow, almost every single one of them turned out to be trash. They backstabbed, lied, used me, took advantage whenever they could. And I sat there thinking, is it me? Am I the common denominator?   **People love saying, “If the same thing keeps happening to you, maybe you’re the problem.” That’s bullshit. That’s cope. That’s just something people say to justify why the world is full of selfish, disloyal parasites**. It’s easier to blame the one guy who refuses to put up with bullshit than to admit that most people are broken inside. If you’re surrounded by thieves, and you get robbed, are you the problem? No. You just saw the world for what it is.   **And the worst part? Most people don’t even realize they’re like this. They don’t wake up thinking, how can I screw someone over today? No, they just act on instinct**, always choosing the easy path, the selfish path, the one that benefits them short-term. That’s why I stopped tolerating it. I see it now. And the moment I do? Cut off. No second chances. I’m not here to fix broken people.   **The truth is, most people don’t even try to be good. They float through life taking what they can, screwing people over** when it’s convenient, and pretending to be decent when it benefits them.   **So what do you do? Stay alone forever? Fake it and play along? Settle for shallow, empty friendships** just so you’re not sitting alone on a Saturday night?   **Nah. I used to do that. Not anymore. I learned the hard way that bad company is worse than no company. If someone shows you who they really are: selfish, disloyal, incapable of honesty, you don’t argue with reality**. You walk. No explanations. No second chances. Life’s too short to surround yourself with people who drain you tbh.   **Let's talk also about girls now: when it comes to girls let’s just say the pattern isn’t much different. But unlike with guys, I can at least acknowledge that I’ll never fully understand how they think. Maybe they see the world differently**, maybe their decisions are driven by instincts I’ll never comprehend. I don’t take it personally anymore. I just accept that people operate on different wavelengths, and sometimes, no matter how much you try to understand, you just won’t.   **But I also know that, deep down, there are good people out there**. Rare, but they exist.   **That’s also a reason I like Plebbit**.   **Maybe we’ll never grab a beer together, or maybe yes, who knows. But at least here, I like to believe there are people who actually get it**. People who don’t pretend. Just a bunch of plebs trying to figure shit out. And people who see the same shit I do.   *Maybe, just maybe, we’re not as alone as we think.*