>yfw Ann Coulter is better read than 3/4 of /lit/

>>>/his/

>>8809010
I admire the fact that she figured out that if she says inflammatory things she doesn't believe liberals will promote her books for her.

she's right
Whats a "workers rights" party to do when the blue collar workers of the world hate them?

>>8809038
>>8809050
The tweet was made by Nick Land. She retweeted Nick Land.

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Well, most anyone can write better than 99% of lit.

That's what it bothers me to see lit bashing authors, even the worst tier stephen king type garbage is still infinitely better than what /lit/ fags could ever hope to produce.

>>8809010
I'm a part of what some people call the "alt-right" and it feels punk as fuck. It feels like an actual counter culture, or rebellion against the PC culture that dominates American colleges.

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>>8809086
>She retweeted Nick Land.
What a time to be alive

Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Mom made pancakes!” or “CRASH! We decided to adopt a Golden Retriever!”
So when I woke up to the sound of my car crashing through the wall of my second-story bedroom wall, you could say that I was pretty irritated. Granted, it was a crappy, hand-me-down Toyota Camry, but I still would’ve preferred an alarm clock.
I wasn’t sure what had thrown the car through my window—in the Philadelphia suburbs, tornadoes and severe hurricanes were out of the question, even with global warming—but it was clearly bad news. I leapt out of bed and rushed down the hall.
“Mom! Dad! Jessica!” I yelled. “Something weird is going on!”
I poked my head in through my sister’s bedroom door. It was dark except for the dim light creeping in around the edges of the window blinds. Her bed, positioned across from a Taylor Swift poster on the opposite wall, was empty. She hadn’t been gone long, though; her head had left an indent on the pillow that was still visible.
I ran upstairs to my parents’ room. It was the same story—they had clearly slept in the bed, but they were gone now. Had my family run from whatever was wreaking havoc outside and left me behind?
My self-pity party was interrupted by a low growling behind me. No, it wasn’t that new Golden Retriever I talked about. When I turned around, I saw what looked like the result of crossbreeding an angry wolf with an even angrier lion. It was pitch black except for its blood-red eyes, boring into me so vehemently you’d think I had just said something rude about its mother.
Before the rational part of could process what the hell this thing was, it started walking slowly towards me. This was somehow scarier than if it had immediately decided to pounce on me; the demon dog was so confident it could tear me apart that it didn’t bother to rush.
I raised my fists and locked eyes with it, trying to look more like a boxer circling his opponent in the ring than an average-sized teenage boy who had never needed to throw a punch.
But all of my false courage fell away when the demon dog pounced at me. My heart stopped, and, next thing I knew, it was pinning me down on the floor, snapping its maw inches away from my face. Ordinarily, its bad breath would have been enough to make me pass out, but thankfully my adrenaline was overpowering my disgust.
I writhed around, trying to throw my canine attacker off me. My skull accidentally bashed against the dog’s. It reeled back, enabling me to scramble out from under it and get back on my feet.
For a split second, I felt accomplished; maybe I wasn’t going to die after all! But the dog recovered, and it stared back at me even more furiously than before. My brief hopes of living evaporated.

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>>8809153
I genuinely find the original so much more disappointing now. I was like "Oh it's the actual story, wonder if anything's changed. What did the CRASH again?" and audibly sighing at car.

>>8809135
Never thought of this as having pasta potential. But I think you've changed my mind anon :)

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You are all made at the wrong thing. Here is what you should be made about:
The Italian mob started the savings and loan crisis in the 1970's for a 27 billion dollar bailout on the backs of the public. Then some of the same exact guys did the last financial meltdown, that was a 15 trillion bailout we paid for. The Mafia got smart they moved to white collar crime where they would not have to go to jail.
They became banksters. Do the research. Google Angelo Mozillo

Now we have outsourcing where the super rich get more yachts and private planes
by selling out the middle class to India sweatshops. Selling out the lower
class to sweatshops in China/Mexico was not enough for them.

The true evil is unchecked corruption.

Check out the picture from engineer
to jiffy lube. This is going to be you.

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Those are big words, she's using a lot of letters.
Good for her.

>>8809186

>when a dumb fuck who can't even work out a basic image tries to be smug

l m a o