What is it inside me? I just don't like stereotypes. Simple.
OK, fascinating.
I'm the type that when I see something someone says that isn't applicable to me I'm unaffected and move on without feeling the need to give an explanation.
Stereotypes are underrated and I quite enjoy them.
Well, that's lovely. It takes all sorts to make the world, doesn't it. Stereotyping is low level thinking, and I'm the type who sees nuance in the world and appreciates it. I guess we can each post according to who we are as individuals.
What nuance? Until recently, you were a Cali Chardonnay Socialist... then you fled to Portugal to live off the proceeds of your old life and on the backs of your new poorer community.
The stereotype of hypocritical Socialist is strong in you. You exemplify it by your actions.
Cram it up your saggy asshole, guy who has lived off the backs of other countries all over the world thanks to his arms dealing dad who exploits foreign countries that are in upheaval by selling weapons to them so they can destroy their countries even faster.
I'm not exploiting anyone in Portugal. I am giving them my money. How is that living off their back? I mean, that's absurd on its face.
You, on the other hand...
Me on the other hand got engaged to a foreigner when I was 19 while working full time and also paying for myself/going to college. There weren't many weeks where I didn't put in 80-90 hours and collapse in my bed each night for a few fleeting hours.
It wasn't a typical job for most....but my mum told the Amish that I would work my arse off or they could sully her name, so I worked my arse off like a motherfucker doing piecework in heat of summer and snowdrifts during winter....because my mum's reputation is sacred and she vouched for me.
Did you know the Amish are socialists to a point?
The caveat is that every interaction must be a voluntary contract, or face and standing gets lost...
So I got paid piecework to do a job that in some conditions even the Amish wouldn't turn up to. Plenty of times I showed up in the middle of a blizzard, stoked the fire, worked till I couldn't feel my fingers anymore, then went into the furnace hut and ate a loaf of bread with peanut butter, jelly, and cane sugar... then went out 15-30 after....again and again and again.
You know why?
Those kindly motherfuckers paid by my work achieved and not by minimum wage. Minimum wage was around 5 bucks USD at the time, but if I went nuts, I could score 25 bucks an hour for the first 3 hours, and in the late teens for the rest.
And there wasn't a boss in fucking sight... I will repeat that... there wasn't a boss in sight. My mum's word was good. My word and honesty was good, and I never even once got questioned about my tabs... even got an Amish reference done on a typewriter when I had to go....
You leftist morons push leftist shit... but you've never worked hard for what you want and you don't even abide by what you say other people should be doing.
You're cowards and thieves and I hope you commit suicide.