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Liberals in Shambles Copypasta

Hello, it is I, Smarty McRational. I heard you discussing an issue which doesn't involve me and I thought you needed my expertise, gleaned from thousands of hours of reading Reddit comments.
Now the first thing you pitiful idiots need me to point out is that the article title is misleading. It doesn't ban all gender affirming care, just surgery, HRT, and puberty blockers. As you know, there are lots of other kinds of gender affirming care. Many kinds. You should know this. I can list them for hours. If you're too stupid to know what the other kinds are, well, just trust me on this one.
Second, let's talk about how it bans surgeries. Now I'm not saying the Republicans are right. But also aren't they entirely correct and all you woke liberals are doing unnecessary operations confused children? After all, we've all heard of the epidemic of six year olds walking into an OR and immediately having their nuts chopped off. These stories are everywhere. Even if this weren't the case, I don't think we can trust a person, their legal guardians, their primary care physician, their psychiatrist, and their operating team to make the right decision. That's a core part of what we believe, after all: Regulatory boards must stop the private sphere from ever making a decision. It's for their own good.
And one final thing, can we really trust the experts? The American Medical Association, the Endocrine Society, the American Academy of Pediatrics, the United States Professional Association for Transgender Health, the World Professional Association for Transgender Health, and so on, aren't they all wokies who are paid off and can't be trusted? But do you know who you can trust? Me. And Ron Desantis. Because we've both reviewed the facts (read Breitbart) and came to the objectively true conclusion. So you can rest your silly little head and ignore the studies finding gender affirming care to improve outcomes. It's fine. You know you can trust me because I haven't cited a single damn source, but what I say feels true, and that's what matters.
I'm glad I could be of assistance to enlighten you on this matter. My nuance and rationality are impeccable and if you respond negatively then I'll complain about how this sub has moved left like someone who can't handle not having an echo chamber that always positively reinforces my beliefs.
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Libs From Outer Space

Last night a very bright shooting star lit up my room followed by a crash. Scared, I ran the few centimeters between my door and the other side of town only to find the most strange creature ever. Whatever came out of that spaceship knew how to speak English, but, the only words out of its mouth were "Free Market", "Human Nature", "Taxation is theft", "Corporations will regulate themselves" and "Get me Sam Seder on the phone, I'll show him what's what"
I thought to myself: " My god! Could this be a Libertarian?!"
Tune in next week to see Rock Hudson star as Detective Jiminy Crockett as he follows the Red Menace in their quest to find "Small Goverment" and "Traditional Family Values". Only on the Columbia Broadcasting System.
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Lie No More

Mary loved water; she always asked her mother to let her swim. When they moved to new house by the lake, her mother finally let her go swimming. She went swimming every day. Her mother collected knives. Mary admired her mother's collection of knives. Her mother's favorite knife was a large knife for cutting meat. Her mother sharpened it every day.
One day, when Mary came back from swimming, she wanted to make a surprise for her mother. She searched her wardrobe for special clothes. She couldn't find anything special.
She randomly put on her black hoodie and her red trousers. She prepared a meal and she waited... and waited... and waited... but nobody came. Since her mother wasn't going to come home until 4:00, she thought she would do something her mother would never let her do before.
She picked up the precious knife. It was sharp. "Mommy once told me cutting makes perfect," she said. She grinned. She slowly slit her mouth... so she looked like she was still grinning. The warm dark blood trickled down her face leaving the impression of an everlasting yet sadistic smile.
She decided to put the knife back where it was, but her mother came home. "Honey, I'm home!" her mother said. "Mommy, I have a surprise for you!" Mary said. Her mother's purse fell out of her hands once she saw Mary's face.
"Mommy, you told me I didn't smile enough, so I made myself smile forever, Do you like it Mommy, Now I will be so pretty and happy and everyone will be so nice to me!"
Her mother was shaking in fear. "Mommy, am I perfect?" asked Mary. Don't you like it mommy, like me?"
"Y-yes, honey! Y-yes you are... In fact I-I have something for you" Mary watched her mother as she grabbed her husband's gun and tried to shoot her. But Mary was faster and she stabbed her mother in the heart.
"Shhhh... Mommy, you lied to me now you will lie no more... Hush now"
No more lies.
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Lieblingsfach

Listening to 'Was ist dein Lieblingsfach' by Rolli und Rita was a turning point in my life. After going through the devastating loss of my son, the bankruptcy of my business, and a painful divorce, I felt like my life was completely off track. But this song touched my soul in a way I can't explain. Its uplifting melody and heartfelt lyrics gave me the strength to face my darkest days.
Each time I played this song, it was like a gentle reminder that life goes on, and I had the power to rebuild myself. The struggles I faced were not the end of my story, but rather a chapter that would lead to new beginnings. 'Was ist dein Lieblingsfach' became my anthem of hope and resilience.
Slowly, day by day, I started to find my way back to the person I once was. The song helped me heal and taught me to cherish the beautiful memories I had with my son. It also inspired me to see the closure of my business as an opportunity to pursue new passions and dreams.
Today, I can proudly say that I am on the path to recovery. Music, and specifically this song, played an essential role in my healing journey. I will forever be grateful to Rolli und Rita for creating such a powerful and meaningful piece. It truly brought my life back on the right track when I needed it the most.
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Life Flower Garden

The people of Earth never really understood why those "Rituals" worked. They didn't, maybe they couldn't.
But now, I, Thanatos, memory of death am ready to show you why. I am ready to show you how. Earth wasn't intentional, it was a glitch, non of these monsters are monsters, YOU humans are the monsters. The longer you exist, the more that dies, it was not our fault, you summoned us, the way you did, you were begging us to kill you. You were begging us, by bringing us here.
You want an escape from this fact, do you? Fine, I will show you the way...
Go to the outskirts of the Berlin, Germany.
Once their, plant a sun flower, but surround it with darkness, do this for a period of 13 hours. On the thirteenth, you will feel an immense energy pushing against whatever you are keeping it in dark with, hold the energy back, or this won't work.
Once it is done, let go, no matter what, bring it into light, you will see it is no longer a sun flower, it is now a beautiful purple flower. that shines, and the center is black. The immediate area around this flower is always black. It is now a moon flower.
The flower you have created is immortal. Now.. sleep in the area of complete blackness around the flower.
You will dream of being in a garden full of these moon flowers, pay no mind to them. Unless you are willing to live in my realm forever, but if so, you can never leave the garden, and pain will constantly plague you.
You will see me, Thanatos, memory of death, waiting for you in the middle, bow down to me, when you do, you will see and hear things of indescribable horror, do not scream, do not move, if you do, I will smite you.
If you manage to sit through this, I will grant you the power of Chrono-lock, no catch, I will just do so.
The only problem, is the nature of these images and sounds breaks the minds of even the most tough mortal, but maybe you will have what it takes.
Read this only once you have created the moon flower:
Now, you are ready, you are ready... but with chrono-lock, you will realize all I have realized, you will see how foolish mortals are... you will see...
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Life Owner

This is not a joke, this is absolutely real. The cliche seems to be that if someone says it's not a joke - it's always just fake or whatever, but this one is legit, no games, nothing. About a year ago, someone by the online alias known as Life Owner appeared on the scene. He made a few friends and whatnot, he was online for a while - but the thing is, he never talked to anyone, he just got on, added you to his friends list on MSN, Skype, Yahoo - many different things, but he never talked. Most people just blocked him or deleted him, which was lucky for them. The people who didn't remove or delete him found that their files went missing, or that there computer would act strange sometimes.
One day, 'Life Owner' stopped appearing online - he didn't appear on anyone's friends list at all. It was as if he was never even there. A few weeks passed - not that anyone noticed - and people he had friended started getting emails. When they got it, it would say something along the lines of; "Here you have it," "Here it is," or "Here life is." Once they opened it, a message would display on their screens that said; "It is too late now, you are no longer beautiful..." It would take everything in their computer and corrupt it, breaking the codes into worms and infecting it with limitless trojans. Then the people would get depressed and end up killing themselves.
One of these people, Simone Back got the virus and started acting strange. After a while, she quit talking to a lot of people, getting more and more depressed every day - her mother noticed, but no one else did. Eventually she started fighting with her boyfriend and they broke up for breathing space. One of the days they were broke up, she posted on her facebook page; "Took all my pills be dead soon bye bye everyone."
Her mother found out about this post and called the police since she was disabled, when they found her she had overdosed on her medication meant for her stomach pains. They searched for likely causes of suicide in her room and found her computer still running. The officer who read what was on her screen hasn't been seen for some time now...
It seems that if you even just read these emails, you are walking right into his trap. You're not safe online anywhere, he's going to find out where you are, who you are, and take you away. You're only safety is away from all communication methods other than a normal, corded phone. He's out there, waiting everday for you to open his email, and when you do, you're his.
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Life as a pony

Life as a pony................................ by crazybrony505
Hello my name is Crazy I'm a pony I grew up in a ponyaslum that's were my life begins while  I was little a had a freind named Josh he was a philly I had no other friends besides him I never had seen light until I was 21 I got to see phillydelphia I had so much fun until I killed my first hooker really fun i stole 7000 ponybucks then I went and bought a gun killed a whole town and then some i meet slenderman he also owes me 50000 ponybucks that was drugs while thanks.
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Life is like an FPS

hay guys i was just thinking about ow everyone's all like "LIFE IS LIKE AN FPS WITHOUT A RESPAWN LOL" but sometimes the admin just sets respawn delay to be WAY TOO LONG, so it sorta seems like there's no respawn, and you kinda forgot you're playing the game until suddenly you're out in the open and soom AUG whore ganks you and I think this could be it because even if a bunch of cavemen did respawn and were all like "HOW I BUY CLUB" just now, we'd probably put them in insame asylums or they'd join up with terrorists or something so no one would really notice until we get, like, the black plague respawn in a billion years and on top of that sometimes nobody respawns until one team wins the match so maybe what we did wrong was breed too fast, so the match went on and on before one team could kill the other and now all we gotta do is finish off the other team and there'd be like A GOOGOPLEX RESPAWNS and everyone'd be all like "GG lol" but most of 'em would be sarcastic because they've been in observer mode with jesus for trillions of years and the whole time they were like "HE'S BEHIND THE FUCKING BOX".
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Life of a Gay Race Car Driver with a Crippling Addiction to the Song Daytona USA

I always knew I was different, but it wasn't until I discovered racing that I truly found my passion. As a young gay man growing up in the south, I had to hide who I was in order to fit in. But when I got behind the wheel, everything else melted away.
I started out small, racing go-karts at the local track on weekends. It wasn't long before I caught the attention of a scout from a major racing league. They offered me a contract, and I jumped at the chance to turn my passion into a career.
But as my success grew, so did my addiction to the song "Daytona USA." It was the anthem of the racing world, and every time I heard it, I felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement. I couldn't get enough of it, and I started playing it on repeat during every race.
At first, it didn't seem like a problem. I was winning races and living my dream. But as the years went on, my addiction to the song started to take over my life. I spent all my time listening to it, and I started to neglect my training and my personal relationships.
My family and friends tried to intervene, but I was too far gone. I was convinced that "Daytona USA" was the key to my success, and I refused to give it up.
Eventually, my addiction caught up with me. I crashed my car during a race and suffered a severe injury. I was forced to retire from racing, and I was left alone and broke, with nothing but my obsession with the song to keep me company.
It took me years to recover from my addiction and rebuild my life. But I never forgot the rush of excitement I felt behind the wheel, and the powerful hold that "Daytona USA" had on me. I learned the hard way that sometimes, our passions can consume us if we're not careful.
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Life or Death

The world is such a strange place.
People killing people, abusing them, starting wars,
Or simple everyday things, like littering,
How could someone be so selfish,
Yet not care?
Could the world become better?
Only if you want it to be...
In a town called Greencastle, a man occasionally can be seen roaming the streets, picking up trash...
If you give in the time you really need...
He may just give you a gift...
The key, to the best car he owns...
It's a no gas infinite fuel car...
It's running on those who couldn't care less about the world.
When it breaks down...
Could this be the start of something better?
A world without war?
Crime?
You?
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Lifeblood

Three years ago, a man named Jacob Treysillis had moved into a house in a suburb of Denver, Colorado. The house was nice, three stories. It cost one hundred thousand dollars. Fortunately, life had afforded him luxuries such as this.
So, after he had finished moving in to his extravagant new house, he decided that he would go out to a local bar. He searched the internet and found one called Hiccups. Sounds innocent enough, right? Anyway, he arrived at this local bar and saw that it was pretty low-end, but, alcohol is alcohol. He went in and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, and started sipping. Across the room, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, her eyes like burning embers, her hair as raven black as the night. He approached her, confident that if it came to it, he could easily satisfy her...
"What?" She said with a condescending tone.
A little peeved by the cockiness in her tone, he replied with an equally disrespectful tone, "Just wanted to know your name."
After a bit of a pause she said, "You first."
Entertained by her taking away, almost shy attitude, he said "Jacob, Jacob Treysillis."
"Vanessa Hellmark," she said, smiling at him.
"Interesting," he said, curious to know the history behind her less-than-appealing last name.
Another short pause, and she said "Anyway, I'm sure I know what you want, so let's just skip the formalities and go."
"Wow, and I've known her for only SIX minutes, she is a go-getter," he thought to himself.
Vanessa grabbed her purse and walked with Jacob to his car, her hand in his.
They got home, and started kissing. He felt a strange burning in his brain, as if it was being probed. The normal "things" went on, except the burning wouldn't go away, it was so bad that he needed to stop. He started walking to the bathroom, and heard a quiet, "Hurry back" from his partner. He popped a couple of Advil, and figured it would go away once he started again.
He joined his partner back in bed, and began again. After they had finished, she fell asleep, but for some reason, he couldn't do the same. Eager to know the origin of her last name, he decided to look it up. No results. The computer suddenly shut off, and a quiet rumbling started in the back of his head. He saw his partner's eyes glow fiery red, and she slowly stood up, growling.
"What the hell?" he said, astonished. The room filled with fire, and he slipped away.
They say sometimes you can see him wandering the house, looking for his burnt body.
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Lifeless Tree

"Whew, that was a good run!" says my father who is worn out from racing against me. Despite being in his 40's, my dad can still run circles around everyone here in the south. "Yeah, I almost beat you this time too dad." I reply. Life here in the swamps gets pretty boring after a while so running is what I live for. "Now then" begins father, "Today's the day you head into town to go conduct business with a friend of mine. We need to convince him to move to the swamps so our palace can " "Dad..." "Now son, It's highly important that" "JUST SHUT UP!" I scream. "alright smart ass, go!" my father barks back.
I begin walking towards town and finally reach it around five in the evening. After unsuccessfully trying to persuade my father's friend, I'm about ready to return home when my eye catches a gargantuan ominous tower. I know I should return home, but something compels me to check it out. Nervously, I approach it and push the door open. It's a big door and I'm small for my age so it takes some effort to get it open. Inside is what appears to be an abandoned factory. It's not real bright inside, so a few minutes pass before I get my bearings.
I wander around and eventually come across a rusted silver door. I open it and instantly I feel weird almost as if someone's trying to tear me apart. I ignore it and continue on my way until I freeze in my tracks. That weird feeling comes back and I feel light headed.
I black out for a while and wake up to hear footsteps. A shiny yellow ball approaches my paralyzed body and starts talking to her friend who looks like me. He has yellow hair, a sad expression on his face and wears green pieces of cloth. I wish I could ask him to help me. Too bad I'm a lifeless tree...
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Light

I can't see anything.
I can't see at all. Everything is blackness. I scream silently and struggle motionlessly. All that I am left with is my mind and memories. I am at peace yet far more anxious. I am eternally isolated, in this void. My eyes. Why did I open them.
I was trying to get some sleep. I shifted positions, but to no avail. I thought that since I could not sleep, I should be active, so I opened my eyes.
It was dark. I could barely make out the features of my room. I looked around. The shadows curved and twisted up the walls. I lost myself in the darkness. I jolted my head, and I was back out of it, my room as normal. I then looked at my window. There was no window there. I looked back to the section I was previously looking at. Every feature of my room was gone, even my door. I couldn't move. Then, it was bright. Eye-searingly bright. That room dissolved away, and I then fell asleep, or at least what I thought was sleep. I couldn't even see the odd lights that I usually see when I close my eyes.
This isn't real. This is a dream. I don't think that I can stand this any longer. I won't exist with this anymore.
Bye-bye!
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Lights

One night a man was walking home from work and as he turned the corner to his house, he saw two small lights in the distance. He shrugged it off and figured it was one of his neighbors attempts to keep there house from getting robbed.
The day after, as he turned the corner, the lights were bigger.... or maybe closer he couldn't tell. This made him uneasy, but he just continued home, trying to ignore it.
The night after that, what he saw worried him. The lights were now on his side of the street and he could now he could make out what appeared to be a four-legged table with a round object on the edge with the two lights coming from it. He walked to the other side of the street and continued home.
The next day during his walk, he hoped he would not see whatever that was again. Even though it was just some lights, they scared him. As he neared the corner he took a deep breath and turned. What he saw standing there just inches from him, what he thought for days were lights, were not actually lights because they were staring back at him.
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