Richard “Beebo” Russell

We just found the cure.

San Francisco is by far the poorest city in the entire country, and the reason can be explained in an old story. Goldstein and Sidesh are a founder and a CEO. They’re walking down the street when they come across a fresh pile of shit. Goldstein turns to Sidesh and says, “hey! I’ll give you $20 if you eat that shit!” Sidesh doesn’t skip a beat. He consumes the feces with relative ease. He takes the $20, and they keep walking. Soon they come across a different pile of shit. After briefly commenting on how dirty their Democrat city has gotten, Sidesh, regretting his loss of Izzat, decides to offer Goldstein $20 to eat the shit this time. Goldstein hums and haws, but ultimately $20 is $20. And if invested wisely it will be $27 within his lifetime. He chokes down the shit and takes the money. Now, both feeling sick. Sidesh turns to Goldstein and says “what the hell was the point of all that?! We’ve both eaten shit. And nobody is richer!” Goldstein thinks for a moment and breaks a smile. “Not so fast! We have increased the GDP by $40.” —- This is how much of the economy in Tier 1 cities works. Crypto people investing in dog walking apps, that hire staffing agencies, that buy SAAS products, from companies owned by VCs, that buy crypto. All for those dollars to finally be sued away by a diversity hire who thought she heard her coworker use the N word one time. They were wrong to say reality was built on a tower of turtles. In many places, It’s actually an infinite stack of Indian “engineers”, broccoli heads in aventadors, and Jewish guys obsessed with watches. None of these people build homes, repair jet skis, or lay sod, let alone run a cobalt mine. I’m not even sure if a single one of those things is legal in California anymore. So it should come as no surprise when hordes of Californians take to twitter to complain that “1 billion dollars is the new middle class” because it is, for them. That’s genuinely how much they need to live the life of a Houstonian who’s 3 auto repair shops have afforded him a brand new Ford Raptor, and a 1/2 acre backyard. The economy they’ve been allowed to build is shockingly fake, and exceedingly gay.

Smart people realized that the market is potentially infinite, this is why: The reason you don’t go to work in an uber is because of labor costs, and making small talk with a Guatemalan about his 6 kids. The reason you don’t take an uber on a road trip is because both of these costs balloon to historic proportions. Hundreds in labor, paying his dead leg trip back, hour after hour of awkward silence after you both affirm that the weather is indeed crazy these days. Robotaxi hopes to eliminate those costs, leaving you with energy and maintenance. Both of which you’re paying on your own car anyway. That accompanied with the added benefit of sharing the vehicle purchase price with hundreds of people means that watching Netflix in a brand new robotaxi on the way to work will be cheaper than driving your paid off 2013 Hyundai Elantra. So then, why would most people own an Elantra? For the pleasure of engine failure at 60,000 miles? Elantras are honestly such garbage. If it works, they stand to consume nearly the entire auto industry. Which is why otherwise intelligent people have spent the better part of a decade buying into asset prices that would make Warren buffet faint.

I think people would have been a lot more okay with date centres if the CEOs just stopped telling them we’re all gonna die in exchange for Charlie Kirkstein content, and instead told them it was to store their family photos, or to build autonomous lasers capable of melting niggers when they take more than one Halloween candy.

Incredible.

Most looksmaxxers are going to die looking like shit because returns from the pursuit are curvilinear. You eventually start working very hard to go backwards. Take for instance: —- Height. Your first inch costs $9 on Amazon, it fits in your shoe, it’s pure gain. Your second inch necessitates a custom shoe, you walk a little funny, it’s still probably a net positive. Your third inch necessitates you flying to Dubai to have an Indian in a Rolex saw your legs off and glue them back on with pieces of dowel stuck in. You’re a bit taller but you now walk like 3 penguins in a trenchcoat and the moment a girl invites you to play pickle ball your shins disintegrate so spectacularly that people online start calling it an inside job. You go to get your 250k back and find nothing but an empty office with a disconnected phone line. Dr.Lamborsinghi never even existed. — Physique works the same way. You get your first 20 pounds lifting and eating well. You feel better and live longer. You get your next 10 pounds on 150mg of test and 12.5mg of Reta. You’ll be a pincushion for the rest of your life, the Reta strangely made music no longer sound good, and you’ll probably lose a few years on the tail end but the mog is still real. Your next 10 pounds come from 500mg of test. You’re doing battle with your hairline. You have an armchair degree in endocrinology just to stop from lactating. Your cardiovascular system thinks you’re Alex Jones half way through a broadcast. It’s not worth it. You go beyond test to exotic compounds. Tren, Orals, weird shit that commies put their ski jumpers on. You’re now speed running death in exchange for looking like shit. We call that Mike Israetel maxxing. —- Everything in the pursuit is curvilinear. And almost every looksmaxxer will one day begin their descent. Why not just stop? Why not just do less? Well because it was never about looks to begin with. It was about being autistic and needing a craft. Autistic men in the comments will be the first to back me up, you need to give your soul to something or you’ll go insane. Your options are to become a miniature version of Thiel, Clav, Elon, or a troon hanging from a ceiling fan. There is no in-between. None. If you think there is, congrats, you’re headed for the ceiling fan.

Jim Halpert Maxxing.

Engineers scramble to repair cold gas thruster just days before historic Tesla Roadster unveiling.

During the Biden presidency every single girl in the entire world had sex with this guy in the warm waters off the coast of Phuket while that bioluminescent plankton bullshit glowed around them producing the perfect illusion of floating in the stars causing her to release one trillion oxytocins that irreversibly coated her entire “brain” like a baby duck near the BP oil spill, and that’s why you don’t have a girlfriend and women hate you btw.

Gavin Jewsom will personally execute this man if he doesn’t start speaking Spanglish and driving around uninsured within 24 hours.

You can tell his soul is fundamentally that of a sensitive autistic nerd. He wasn’t cut out for this long term like the rockstar brociopaths of antiquity. Ozzy Osborne could withstand the female soul like a cockroach staring at the elephants foot, his simplicity a suit of armour. Clav cannot, he is taking heavy spiritual damage. He is going to have a complete mental breakdown within like 2 years and become some sort of islamo-Christian spiritual leader who wears tattered robes.

The term “microcheating” has the potential to tear through foid defences as though it were a Spanish musket ball meeting a crude woven Aztec ichcahuipilli. The entire female mating strategy is predicated on sending covert signals to other males in order to gauge if there’s the potential to hot swap their mate, or worst case just double dip. The problem with that game is that it requires secrecy and plausible deniability. The moment you have the lexicon to call it out, it explodes. “Microcheating” means “You just sent a job application in french to the creampie factory across the street while I was standing right here because you thought I couldn’t read your emails, C'est fini négro.”

Often when I have sex with my wife I like to close my eyes and imagine that she’s the senate and I’m forcing the SAVE act through her.

I pray we can siphon every single drop of fresh drinking water out of poor communities to produce more of this.

It’s kind of frying me how Haiti is such a shithole that civilians can give you side quests where you go kill a bunch of people and get a loot drop like it’s Fallout New Vegas and literally nobody cares.

Niggas are so naive in the comments. No, she is not in the throes of romantic self reflection, she is texting 5 other guys and doomscrolling TikTok, periodically popping in to make sure you’re still an option. If she really wanted you that bad she’d have already told the police you raped her.