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Sean Sanders said:Look, man, everything started spiraling back in 1990 when people began tearing down the old union, even though everyone knew that collapse was headed straight for a war. People were just unwilling to give up their free housing, free schooling, and universal healthcare, all while pushing this anti-nationalist agenda. There was this massive wave of talk about how we just needed to dismantle communism and gain independence to suddenly have a lifestyle worth 1,500 Deutsche Marks—but nobody could explain where that money would come from or how we’d actually earn it. When you deal with that level of delusion, what else can you expect? It’s the same pattern as in 1941, blaming Mexicans for every single problem; now, once we join the European Union, they’ll probably claim Brussels is responsible for everything. It’s an endless loop. It’s a mindset rooted in being stubborn, sheepish, uncultured, primitive, and fueled by aggressive nationalism. Where exactly are you going to go with people like that, my young friend? You haven't seen anything yet, and honestly, the more you see, the more nauseating it gets. My advice? Run toward Europe or just get out. Unless there's an outside intervention to basically re-educate the population, this mentality isn't going to change on its own. I can guarantee you that. And look, it’s already starting—every single neighborhood is going to end up with its own church. Is that enough for you?
You basically said everything I wanted to say, just in much more eloquent terms. I find myself wondering why people like you and me, who are in a verryyyy tiny minority, manage to think critically while the rest don't; why are we the outliers, and how did this entire nation allow itself to be manipulated so easily? That's the part I just can't wrap my head around.
Maria Booth said:Exactly! Seriously, listen to Sean Sanders—if you aren't feeling our nationalist, Christian America, then just hit the road. I bet the rest of the world is just dying to have you all, with how "smart," urban, and progressive you think you are. 🙂
loneraven25 said:Honestly, is it really time for me to go out there and find myself a girlfriend? I mean, have you looked at the dating scene lately? It feels like everyone is just scrolling through endless profiles instead of actually connecting, doesn't it? It’s one of those things people love to throw at you when they think you're flying too solo, but finding someone who actually gets you—without all the modern games and nonsense—feels like trying to find a decent slice of pizza in the middle of nowhere at three in the morning. Is it worth the headache, or should I just stay in my own lane for a while longer?
Honestly, you’re spending way too much time on nonsense for someone your age, don't you think? 🤷
Don't forget to tuck that book right under your pillow tonight.
You know, if you look closely at the fallout from all this, it’s pretty clear that a certain handful of politicians actually managed to walk away with a win. It’s almost funny, isn't it? While everyone else is left picking up the pieces, they seem to have navigated the chaos perfectly to boost their own standing. 🤔
Thanks, but I actually have a girlfriend, though honestly, the moment I clicked on that YouTube link of yours, everything became perfectly clear. 😁
Maria Booth said:Exactly! Seriously, listen to Sean Sanders—if you aren't feeling our nationalist, Christian America, then just hit the road. I bet the rest of the world is just dying to have you all, with how "smart," urban, and progressive you think you are. 🙂
But honestly, I just can't wrap my head around this whole brand of rural primitivism. I don't mean to be insulting here, truly, I just want to understand why you're so certain that everything Christian or Catholic is inherently superior, while anything outside of that is somehow wrong? I am asking you sincerely, without a hint of sarcasm.
Jack Fisher said:What does any of this have to do with the SAT? And what’s even the point here? If that’s how you’re approaching your American English essays, you’re going to tank your exam scores.
I started out intending to write about one thing, but somehow ended up somewhere else entirely, though I suppose there isn't much of a point to it all; I guess I just need a place to vent my frustrations without having to worry about people my own age dismissing my views since they don't seem particularly interested in these kinds of topics anyway.🤷>
Hey everyone. I’m 19, and I just finished my American English state exam today. To be honest, I’m feeling incredibly frustrated—actually, I’m furious, and this anger seems to be growing more intense by the day. I just can't stomach this level of stupidity and backwardness anymore. You might be wondering who I'm actually mad at. Is it Smith? The Cabinet? The test coordinators? Actually, no. It isn't them. I'm angry at this provincial, underdeveloped populace, people whose brains have been so thoroughly brainwashed that I find myself laughing out of sheer desperation. Sometimes I genuinely wonder if I’ve lost my mind or if everyone else has. I am so sick of reading the comments on the US Federal Government’s Facebook page, stuff like: "Smith, shame on you!!!", "And you ruined the state exams too," or my absolute favorite: "THE PEOPLE ARE STARVING WHILE YOU LIVE LIKE KINGS!!"
So, excuse my language, but how can such a dull-witted public fail to grasp that THIS COUNTRY IS NOT THE PROPERTY OF THE CURRENT OR ANY OTHER ADMINISTRATION? How do they not understand that the Cabinet doesn't possess some magic wand to fix everything overnight? Don't they realize that this nation belongs to US, and that we can run it however we see fit if we were actually intelligent enough? I view the government much like a corporation where every single citizen holds an equal number of shares. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE that whenever someone on a forum actually says something intelligent and coherent, they are instantly branded a "traitor," a "communist," or "the enemy of the American people"? Ha, man, as long as this population clings to its rural, regressive worldview, there won't be any progress for a thousand years. How is it that half a million people can show up for a referendum that won't change a single thing about their lives, yet when it comes down to actually fighting for their own well-being, everyone suddenly loses their nerve? Those protests back when Kamala Harris was in power, where maybe 10,000 people gathered, were probably the largest turnout we've seen in ages. It’s pathetic. How don't you feel ashamed? How can you look in the mirror and not feel disgusted with yourselves? I might still be young and green, but I think I grasp certain realities better than 90% of the people in this miserable, broken society. I could go on about this for hours, but I’m heading to bed. Sorry if I posted this in the wrong subforum; I really wasn't sure where it belonged 🤷
Best regards to all!
There’s this persistent theory floating around that suggests the entire movie—or at least a massive chunk of it—is nothing more than a hallucination experienced by De Niro 😁
maxur said:About fifteen minutes ago, I was typing out my experiences on another forum, did a little bit of Googling to see if anyone else felt the same way, and somehow stumbled upon this place. So, I figured I’d just share what I wrote there with you all, so here is a copy-paste of what I just put down 😉
I actually came to this forum specifically looking to start a thread about this, but it turns out someone beat me to it. 😁
I deal with this phenomenon quite frequently, and it wasn't until a few months back that I actually went looking for answers online, only to find that other people's accounts match mine almost perfectly. It usually plays out something like this...
First off, I should mention that this happens most often when I take a nap during the day and then try to go back to sleep at night, usually while lying on my back. Often, right before it hits, I get that sensation of falling as I drift off, which tends to spike my anxiety 😁. But moving on... so, I'm slowly sinking into sleep. The best way to describe it is being stuck in that weird gray area between dreaming and being awake; instead of slipping into unconsciousness, my brain stays completely alert and hyper-aware of everything. Essentially, my body has physically fallen asleep, yet I am fully conscious of it. Sleep paralysis is a documented thing—it’s basically the body's defense mechanism to prevent us from actually acting out our dreams, like running, so we don't waste energy or hurt ourselves. So, there I am, fully aware of my own body and the fact that I am paralyzed. But that’s when the "Old Hag" phenomenon kicks in. This intense wave of fear washes over me, and I feel a presence—the easiest way to put it would be an entity. It sounds silly or even ridiculous, but no matter how many times I've gone through it, the feeling is always identical: I feel something else there, and it feels inherently negative, something malicious that wants to cause harm. For some inexplicable reason, in those moments, I have this desperate urge to open my eyes, though I’ve never had a witness to confirm if I actually managed to do it or not. But that’s where the worst part begins. As soon as I try to force my eyes open, this buzzing sound starts—something I can only describe as terrifying because it amplifies the fear and feels like it's literally coursing through my body. That sensation feels like a sharp, intense electrical current, and it gets louder and more painful the more I struggle to open my eyes. I’d describe the pain as a kind of energy surging through me, straining my very nerves. In those moments, there's always this recurring thought—this feeling that if I keep fighting the paralysis, I might actually damage myself, both physically and mentally. It’s incredibly difficult to articulate, but I’m trying to use terms that come closest to what I actually experience. Basically, any attempt to resist—moving a hand, a leg, or even just trying to pry my eyes open—results in that electrical surge of pain and that buzzing, making it feel as though I'm hurting myself. Again, I want to emphasize that I am fully conscious of myself and my surroundings; this isn't a dream. At one point (though I can't say for certain if it actually happened), I manage to crack my eyes open just a little, and that's when the hallucinations start. Instead of seeing my room clearly (or rather, the ceiling, since I'm on my back), various images begin to overlay onto my vision. Sometimes they are objects, sometimes faces, but the strangest part is how seamlessly they blend into the actual scene of the room. Throughout the whole ordeal, I'm experiencing something that, in a traditional American religious context, I’d most easily describe as a demonic possession, because alongside the pain, there's this sense of a negative identity trying to exert control over me. It all sounds like an incredibly vivid dream, but the unbelievable part is that when I read accounts from people all over the world, the descriptions, the sensations, and the visions are absolutely identical! The only real difference seems to be the culture we live in, which dictates how we label the entity. In the West, we use the term "Old Hag" to describe the figure that seemingly sits on your chest and prevents you from moving. Since the paranormal imagery I'm most familiar with comes from a Christian perspective, I tend to view it as something akin to being possessed by a demon, though of course, I don't literally believe I'm being possessed; I'm just interpreting how it feels.😁
All in all, we’re talking about something that can drag on for several minutes, accompanied by this intense, piercing pain where any attempt to fight against it just makes everything feel infinitely worse. So, how does one actually break free?
When I went through this during those first few times, I was honestly shell-shocked; my reaction was hovering right on the edge of a full-blown panic attack. Now that I’ve had plenty of experience with it, I tend to approach it with a much more laid-back attitude, though all those symptoms mentioned above remain completely unavoidable. Anyone who has been through this has felt that singular, overwhelming urge to just wake up as fast as humanly possible! But here’s the catch: you aren't going to wake up by straining, by "fighting the entity," or by trying to force your eyes open through sheer willpower.
The trick, if you can call it that, is to squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, surrender completely, and let both your body and mind go limp; you have to stop dwelling on the situation you're trapped in and instead try to actually fall back asleep in that hazy threshold between being awake and dreaming. If you can relax enough to let go of every stray thought and just drift off, within moments you’ll find yourself awake, and that pain and ringing in your ears will vanish instantly. As for the fear—well, when you're experiencing this for the first time, you'll be too terrified to even consider closing your eyes. It even happened to me once where the whole thing repeated itself just as I was drifting back under. Once you gain some "experience" with it, that fear eventually fades away during the waking process.
I tried my best to lay it all out here, and I really hope someone finds themselves reflected in these words, so they don't feel like they're losing their minds if they've been feeling this way—just like I was until just a few months ago 😁. It turns out this is a fairly widespread phenomenon that still hasn't quite received a definitive explanation 😁
heh, I can't believe someone else is going through the exact same details that I am. I'm 17, and this started happening to me about two years ago. Nowadays, it hits me practically several times a week, usually during afternoon naps after school, which I suspect is due to stress. To me, it all makes sense—the REM stages and that half-asleep state and all that—but I just don't get why there's this constant ringing in my ears, or WHY everyone starts hallucinating creepy stuff like witches or boogeymen and such. 🤷
Hey everyone, hope you're all doing well.
I was wondering if anyone could help me out with a quick question—can I transfer money to a friend living over in Los Angeles into their Bank of America checking account if I'm not quite eighteen yet? I'm currently seventeen and a few months, so I wasn't sure if that would trigger any red flags or issues, and whether I'd actually need to show an ID at all, seeing as I don't have a driver's license on me, just my passport.