listen you fucking yank, you pig, you bitch, you ever show your face around here again and ill fucking romp you you fucker you motherfucker i hate you alot so get the fuck out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>no dare people wank to things i don't like
>Just got back from pub with the lads
>Now lying in bed eating a double cheeseburger and large chips from Maccies while reading the memoirs of a British WW2 tank commander
I challenge anybody to be as comfy as I am right now.
have a proper diet, and arrange a sleep schedule and study schedule and it will be easy
>I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.
>but people still hold some biases against them.
what biases? I wouldnt be surprised if what you consider biases would ultimately be either a) banter b) ignorant convictions held by people who are irrelevant anyway, ie. teenagers etc
because total equality is a bit ridiculous and frankly not terribly fitting with a non-nomadic society
and the issue with feminism is that its a bourgeois power ploy serving the whims of upper class white women, people who most definitely are not oppressed.
>people still hold some biases against them
literally a non isssue
16 and 23 years old men from Tunesia and Morocco
Police found notes on the two arrested suspects
notes with arabian- german translations
translated from german:"Big breasts", "fuck" (misspelled), "I want to fuck", "i want to kiss you", "I will kill you", " I want to kill you kiss", "What is she?", "I jest with you"
police secured mobile phones, which show the sexual assaults
The notes could be a sign that the sexual assaults were planned and organized
stolen mobile phones tracked down in refugee camps
ok thanks for shining light on those hot convictions of yours you colossal fuckhead
don't remember asking though, you sort of just went on your own tangent about bourgeois control and equality in """non-nomadic""" society despite being completely irrelevant
go talk to the wall or something
>It's primarily a social issue
I agree. And this change of view can only come naturally over a generation or two. But modern feminists silence their opposition, which only causes the extreme opposition to get more annoyed and it ultimately makes things worse.
same as telling people your secrets, never tell them. Not even your best m8 or gf,mum
Feel like watching a western, lads. What's a good one?
>These implicit stereotypes persisted even in countries where women make up approximately half of the STEM workforce, though explicit biases are weaker in these countries, which suggests that simply educating or employing women in science-related fields is not adequate to break down these long-held biases.
i think most biases, and most of the ways people treat people of the opposite sex, are just basic gender dynamics and as long as we're human beings the treatment is going to be expressed in the same if not similar ways tbqh
if they had done the same study on retail workers and a majority considered the typical shop assistant to be female would you consider that a gender issue
you're clearly just clasping to the straws of any sort of issue you can
no, paul was. John became redpilled by the end of his life. Paul hang around commies in the 60s and was killed. George was the second best
the time is so upon us
the slumbering giant will awaken
>the guy oneitis was trying to get with let her down gently
>genuinely upset about it
>appreciates the sympathy
>asked me why I don't use nicknames with her anymore today
I feel like she's loving up to me again but I know I'm just gonna embarrass myself when I overstep the line yet again
they still hire crazy fuckers for the low end jobs
i worked next to a kid who had a lot of problems but he would always brag about his addictions, anxieties, etc. very loudly so everyone could hear him
i prayed every day that they'd fire him because he was the biggest shit talker ever and i had to sit next to him while he did all of his weird quirky shit but he finally left
They are, though.
Thing is, people considered certain parts of STEM to be male dominated even though they weren't.
It just shows that biases like these exist, and we should be on the lookout for them because some of them we aren't even conscious of.
who gives a fuck, that's literally a non problem.
irish people are wealthier than americans
you could ask for a few bob if youd like
you do realize language has an effect on the image that comes to your mind too right? the word "scientist" might just sound very masculine in our brains for whatever reason
there are other factors in here to look at than just social biases.
Who cares if biases exist? You'll never be able to police the thoughts of every single human being. The fact is that men and women have equal rights and opportunities, that's all that matters. If you choose your degree based on the gender ratio rather than your passion for the subject, then you're better off not wasting any money on university.
you replied to a question that hadn't been asked and when I corrected your mistake you went on some autistic tangent about the bourgeois bogey-men and continued to answer the question that hadn't been asked
now you're offended that I don't want to discuss your yokel conspiracies which apparently makes me "mental defecient"
imagine some invalid yank just interrupting a conversation, telling you his opinion on last week oblivious to the fact that he's clearly off topic, then getting angry that we're not discussing his topic
it's almost so painful that it's funny
they were good, but not as good as everyone hypes them up to be. There were bands in the 60s that were lightyears ahead of them but never got the recognition that the beatles did
So comrades come rally and the last fight let us face
The internationale unites the human race
>culture is entirely innate
At some point in the past, yes, but it's perpetual and not very useful.
There have been so many societal changes in the last few thousand years that our instincts have become obsolete to deal with, yet the linger useless like a dog's tail. People can make a conscious effort to overcome them.
i too support the reintroduction of capital punishment. i swear every time some pedo kills a kid the papers want him hanged yet no one takes capital punishment seriously any more
Download the latest, uninstall your current driver from device manager and all peripherals from control panel, restart computer, then install latest driver.
If you have tried that already and want a more detailed suggestion gib more info such as windows ver + graphics card model.
Honestly every time I think of the paki rape gangs I can't stand it, they only got like 10 years and will probably be out in like 7. Hang them. Why should they be allowed to ruin children's lives and get away with it? It's infuriating. Everytime I think of thousands of lives ruined so they could have a laugh.... Fucking hell why are they allowed to live?
on a fundamental level we haven't changed nearly as much as you'd think in the last ten thousand years.
we're still basically a very smart version of hairless apes. we're still animals deep down.
Win10 and gtx760
If there is no driver installed it boots fine but looks like dog shit
When it does manage to boot I can play games and all that fine so I don't think the card is fucked
not with me
here comes the ultra plebians
Hate my life
What modern feminists are doing is policing, not subtly influencing. Besides, it's still a non-issue. Why don't women complain that there isn't a 50:50 split in jobs with a lot of manual labour?
the uk "bailout" was to stop their own bank from going into administration (the uk government owns it) and to stop their own financial institutions feckless practices from dragging them down into a deep recession
we were good enough to help them :)
gender equality you fucking Neanderthal half-wit god-fearing fuck head, I would sooner burn you and people who acknowledge you as a coherent person at the stake rather than ever have to engage in this stone-walling, mind-numbing, docile conversation with you again you fucking inebriated oblivious blundering fucking backwater cunt, if this were another century people would have put you on a ship with a bucket over your head and cast you away for being so fucking stupid you goddamn king of village idiots - are you parents siblings? Were you born in some desolate forest void of any sort of chance to be taught reading comprehension? You fucking teenage yanks are all the same, I should strangle moot and then the janitor with my own hands for allowing you meme-brained know-nothing dirt farmers to post here
>You will never beat a guy to death on top of a nuclear submarine after he collapses the NWO by hypnotizing himself into believing he's possessed by the transplanted arm of your dead clone brother, whom you also beat to death on top of the smoldering ruins of a mech
im sorry you cant appreciate the GOAT fetish, keep watching you cocks and penetration
>Islam is like the weeds in our garden, they must be cut out so flowers may bloom
>Don't you agree, Anon?
yea m8 and total gender equality won't happen for the same reasons, nor do most people want it to since it would mean the disintegration of what makes being a man/woman special
not reading the rest since you're obviously frothing at the mouth now and unreasonable.
You don't comprehend what the issue is.
>woman applies for job that her physical inferiority doesn't impede
>traditionally a male-dominated job
>manager, HR, etc. has a conscious or unconscious bias against hiring women
>woman rejected for the job
I told her to be the letter 'q' and she actually did it, absolute madwoman.
I checked google for you issue and it's apparently a common issue with your particular display card. The consensus on the various forums seems to be using the display driver released in March, I'm guessing there's still no patch since you're experiencing problems using the latest. Unfortunately, it's just one of those things where you need to just fanny about with it until you find a winner m8. That's all I can really suggest, any advice I suggest may or may not work, you've just got to do a bit of trial and error work.
>its a 'literally every single cutscene was glimpsed in the trailer' game
that's because women are complete shit in a male dominated workforce, they want a man for that
>it's a "let's argue about gender politics" episode
Except a lot of HR jobs are taken up by women, so more women are able to hire more women as they would subconsciously prefer their own gender. In these sorts of jobs, it's only really when you get to the top roles where it becomes male-dominated. And that's simply because men tend to stay in one place whilst women tend to move around companies.
Just tell bitches you can hit all the right "keys".
best of luck m8 I'm sure you've done it already but there's a lot of info if you search 'gtx 760 driver crash' If you don't in fact mind using an earlier OS, it doesn't seem to be a complaint from Win7 users.
you seem like the type of guy that likes getting pegged
When the Germans finally break it will be like Teutoburg Forest but nationwide.
The Germans deserve this for what they did to Rome. Poetic justice
>There have been so many societal changes in the last few thousand years that our instincts have become obsolete to deal with.
Although, for gender roles, it's the last few hundred.
Women don't need to stay cooped up with 7 kids because half of them wont live to adulthood.
MGS4 was alright to play once, but there's very little gameplay. Although at least MGS4 felt like a Metal Gear game. MGS5 does away with story for the most part, but Kojima fell for the open-world meme and the game suffered because of it.
What can I do? I feel like there's a job for me in here somewhere.
women want to be mother and have babies, though talk to any women or atleas 99% of them and the truth is they want to plop out kids and take care of them. Its just kikes want to make them become "Liberated".
we tried in some areas
not really killing people off but just settling largely desolate land
achieving what came about in the Americas would have been impossible though
Europeans can barely live in most of Africa
before their "Liberation" they would have them at a young and fertile age, feels good that I had 2 kids and am 23 when my wife is 21. Shes got another 5 good years for a couple more
I sincerely do not understand what it is about short sighted and simple minded people like you who somehow make the connection that 'can' = 'should'.
Women CAN do things other than raise children and be domestic, this is because modern society furnishes us with some degree of technological, in place of social, support.
This does not however in any way, shape, or form imply that women SHOULD.
It's like saying you have a reserve of food and naturally that one COULD eat it all in a very short amount of time. But this is idiotic. And does not therefore imply that one SHOULD.
You're thinking about this and finally starting to realise that you're wrong. Just admit it mate, you're brain dead.
Bedtime is supposed to be a happy event for a tired child; for me it was terrifying. While some children might complain about being put to bed before they have finished watching a film or playing their favourite video game, when I was a child, night time was something to truly fear. Somewhere in the back of my mind it still is.
As someone who is trained in the sciences, I cannot prove that what happened to me was objectively real, but I can swear that what I experienced was genuine horror. A fear which in my life, I'm glad to say, has never been equalled. I will relate it to you all now as best I can, make of it what you will, but I'll be glad to just get it off of my chest.
I can't remember exactly when it started, but my apprehension towards falling asleep seemed to correspond with my being moved into a room of my own. I was 8 years old at the time and until then I had shared a room, quite happily, with my older brother. As is perfectly understandable for a boy 5 years my senior, my brother eventually wished for a room of his own and as a result, I was given the room at the back of the house.
It was a small, narrow, yet oddly elongated room, large enough for a bed and a couple of chest of drawers, but not much else. I couldn't really complain because, even at that age, I understood that we did not have a large house and I had no real cause to be disappointed, as my family was both loving and caring. It was a happy childhood, during the day.
A solitary window looked out onto our back garden, nothing out of the ordinary, but even during the day the light which crept into that room seemed almost hesitant.
As my brother was given a new bed, I was given the bunk beds which we used to share. While I was upset about sleeping on my own, I was excited at the thought of being able to sleep in the top bunk, which seemed far more adventurous to me.
From the very first night I remember a strange feeling of unease creeping slowly from the back of my mind. I lay on the top bunk, staring down at my action figures and cars strewn across the green-blue carpet. As imaginary battles and adventures took place between the toys on the floor, I couldn't help but feel that my eyes were being slowly drawn towards the bottom bunk, as if something was moving in the corner of my eye. Something which did not wish to be seen.
The bunk was empty, impeccably made with a dark blue blanket tucked in neatly, partially covering two rather bland white pillows. I didn't think anything of it at the time, I was a child, and the noise slipping under my door from my parent's television, bathed me in a warm sense of safety and well-being.
I fell asleep.
When you awaken from a deep sleep to something moving, or stirring, it can take a few moments for you to truly understand what is happening. The fog of sleep hangs over your eyes and ears even when lucid.
Something was moving, there was no doubt about that.
At first I wasn't sure what it was. Everything was dark, almost pitch black, but there was enough light creeping in from outside to outline that narrowly suffocating room. Two thoughts appeared in my mind almost simultaneously. The first was that my parents were in bed because the rest of the house lay both in darkness, and silence. The second thought turned to the noise. A noise which had obviously woken me.
As the last cobwebs of sleep withered from my mind, the noise took on a more familiar form. Sometimes the simplest of sounds can be the most unnerving, a cold wind whistling through a tree outside, a neighbour's footsteps uncomfortably close, or, in this case, the simple sound of bed sheets rustling in the dark.
That was it; bed sheets rustling in the dark as if some disturbed sleeper was attempting to get all too comfortable in the bottom bunk. I lay there in disbelief thinking that the noise was either my imagination, or perhaps just my pet cat finding somewhere comfortable to spend the night. It was then that I noticed my door, shut as it had been as I'd fallen asleep.
Perhaps my mum had checked in on me and the cat had sneaked in to my room then.
Yes, that must have been it. I turned to face the wall, closing my eyes in the vain hope that I could fall back to sleep. As I moved, the rustling noise from underneath me ceased. I thought that I must have disturbed my cat, but quickly I realised that the visitor in the bottom bunk was much less mundane than my pet trying to sleep, and much more sinister.
As if alerted to, and disgruntled by, my presence, the disturbed sleeper began to toss and turn violently, like a child having a tantrum in their bed. I could hear the sheets twist and turn with increasing ferocity. Fear then gripped me, not like the subtle sense of unease I had experienced earlier, but now potent and terrifying. My heart raced as my eyes panicked, scanning the almost impenetrable darkness.
I let out a cry.
As most young boys do, I instinctively shouted on my mother. I could hear something stir on the other side of the house, but as I began to breath a sigh of relief that my parents were coming to save me, the bunk beds suddenly started to shake violently as if gripped by an earthquake, scraping against the wall. I could hear the sheets below me thrashing around as if tormented by malice. I did not want to jump down to safety as I feared the thing in the bottom bunk would reach out and grab me, pulling me into the darkness, so I stayed there, white knuckles clenching my own blanket like a shroud of protection. The wait seemed like an eternity.
The door finally, and thankfully, burst open, and I lay bathed in light while the bottom bunk, the resting place of my unwanted visitor, lay empty and peaceful.
I cried and my mother consoled me. Tears of fear, followed by relief, streamed down my face. Yet, through all of the horror and relief, I did not tell her why I was so upset. I cannot explain it, but it was as though whatever had been in that bunk would return if I even so much as spoke of it, or uttered a single syllable of its existence. Whether that was the truth, I do not know, but as a child I felt as if that unseen menace remained close, listening.
My mother lay in the empty bunk, promising to stay there until morning. Eventually my anxiety diminished, tiredness pushed me back towards sleep, but I remained restless, waking several times momentarily to the sound of rustling bed sheets.
>They SHOULD because it makes us more productive.
Babby's theoretical vacuum economics
It just does not work that way and you're thick at a peculiarly basic level.
>They SHOULDN'T stick to the traditional gender role because the world is already overpopulated.
Except MORE people reproducing is what curbs population. Overpopulation only ever occurs when fewer and fewer people start to reproduce.
I cannot accurately put into words the disdain I feel for people like you because you are the obnoxious majority. The obnoxious majority who hasn't the first fucking clue about how economics actually works.
I really would like to make it as clear as possible to you that you are severely, deeply retarded.
wew idk what I got myself into
this story is retarded long with the 3000 character limit
I remember the next day wanting to go anywhere, be anywhere, but in that narrow suffocating room. It was a Saturday and I played outside, quite happily with my friends. Although our house was not large we were lucky to have a long sloping garden in the back. We played there often, as much of it was overgrown and we could hide in the bushes, climb in the huge sycamore tree which towered above all else, and easily imagine ourselves in the throws of a grand adventure, in some untamed exotic land.
As fun as it all was, occasionally my eye would turn to that small window; ordinary, slight, and innocuous. But for me, that thin boundary was a looking glass into a strange, cold pocket of dread. Outside, the lush green surroundings of our garden filled with the smiling faces of my friends could not extinguish the creeping feeling clawing its way up my spine; each hair standing on end. The feeling of something in that room, watching me play, waiting for the night when I would be alone; eagerly filled with hate.
It may sound strange to you, but by the time my parents ushered me back into that room for the night, I said nothing. I didn't protest, I didn't even make an excuse as to why I couldn't sleep there. I simply and sullenly walked into that room, climbed the few steps into the top bunk and then waited. As an adult I would be telling everyone about my experience, but even at that age I felt almost silly to be talking about something which I really had no evidence for. I would be lying, however, if I said this was my primary reason; I still felt that this thing would be enraged if I so much as spoke of it.
It's funny how certain words can remain hidden from your mind, no matter how blatant or obvious they are. One word came to me that second night, lying there in the darkness alone, frightened, aware of a rotten change in the atmosphere; a thickening of the air as if something had displaced it. As I heard the first casual twists of the bed sheets below, the first anxious increase of my heartbeat at the realisation that something was once again in the bottom bunk, that word, a word which had been sent into exile, filtered up through my consciousness, breaking free of all repression, gasping for air screaming, etching, and carving itself into my mind.
As this thought came to me, I noticed that my unwelcome visitor had ceased moving. The bed sheets lay calm and dormant, but they had been replaced by something far more hideous. A slow, rhythmic, rasping breath heaved and escaped from the thing below. I could imagine its chest rising and falling with each sordid, wheezing, and garbled breath. I shuddered, and hoped beyond all hope that it would leave without occurrence.
The house lay, as it had the previous night, in a thick blanket of darkness. Silence prevailed, all but for the perverted breath of my, as yet, unseen bunkmate. I lay there terrified. I just wanted this thing to go, to leave me alone.
What did it want?
Calling something a false analogy doesn't make it a false analogy you spastic
You'd think that you'd put a little more effort into your bait. I think you've just resorted to masochism.
>poor, uneducated natalists will never understand this and just keep spawning
>you will never have lots of kids with a qt mormon girl
Yeah its pretty much a terrible way to waste your youth on and the fact you have to romanticize it with bullshit like "continuing the biological legacy" just to feel good over what you're doing to yourself is pretty sad.
Its sort of worrying that you're doing this with such a small knowledge of the health risks behind it. Multiple pregnancies can be terrible for a woman, and I'm not just talking about the hallway vagina she's gonna end up with. It can have serious effects on a woman's hormones and her mental health, plenty of women have gone insane/gotten diabetes/God knows what else from just one pregnancy.