Now, speaking of the Irish.

This is literally true:

I wish the tweet wasn’t 4 years old, I’d try to hit her up. I’m sure she’d be attracted to my potato face that was literally built to withstand alcohol-fueled brawls.

Plus if that’s legit no makeup, she’s better looking than 99% of women. Men don’t understand how ugly women are because they’re so used to seeing them in these chemical masks called “makeup.” I guess she was probably ovulating when she took the photo (makeup is designed to make a woman look like she’s ovulating, because that’s the only reason you would want to have sex with a woman).

Anyway, assuming that is retarded American m-d-y, the picture is exactly four years old, and there’s a 100% chance she’s fat now and too old for me.

The Irish, clearly, are the master race. Whites generally are the master race, but the people of the potato are perfectly adapted for success on earth, i.e., massive alcohol consumption. The Irish should obviously lead the entire world, as they are the pinnacle of the master race.

I still can’t believe it’s 2024. Not like, “where did the time go?” I don’t believe in that “life is so fast” bullshit. But as in “2024 sounds like a very futuristic year.”

Nothing feels very futuristic. All the technology seems shitty and cheap and just nothing but advertising done by people who want to make money to buy things from advertisements. Look at Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk. It’s literally “I do shit from advertisements.”

Money should be about power, shouldn’t it? Shouldn’t you want to use the power to shape your environment? The only billionaires that do that are Jewish. Seriously, we should get the list of billionaires and see which ones use the money to shape the environment, i.e., exercise power, and which of them just say “I want to indulge in an extreme manner in the material things that were marketed to me by advertisements.”

I’m getting sick of writing about war and politics. I might switch that out for “the supremacy of the Irish race” and “the effects of advertisement on humans who exist in technologically-manifest post-scarcity.”

I’ve read some books about advertisement. How humans respond subconsciously to things related to sex, food, and social status.

The Departed featured the fake Freud quote “psychoanalysis doesn’t work on the Irish.” It’s apocryphal, but it makes sense. Advertisement probably doesn’t work on the Irish either. That Bezos boat disgusts me. I can’t imagine wanting to own such a monstrosity. The only thing I want to own is a bottle of vodka and a wife to punch when I’m drunk.

Wait.

2024 is the year of positivity at the Stormer. That was too dark. Sort of couldn’t avoid it, because it fit too well. I kind of backed myself into a corner where I had to make that joke.

I can’t promise no jokes about hitting women this year. Can’t even promise I won’t get arrested for alcohol-fueled “domestic violence” this year. But I will do my best on both counts.

It’s time to think positive. Think about things that a woman could do that wouldn’t make you want to punch her. Then figure out how to get power to shape society in such a way as women are forced to behave in ways that do not make you want to punch them.

I’m serious.

We got this.

2024, baby.

Total.

Aryan.

Victory.