Last night there was a homestead nearby that went up in flames around 11pm. I rushed over with a shovel to see if I could help. Found nobody present, but EVERYTHING there was ablaze in what was clearly arson; fire would not have started naturally and spread like this.

I heard dogs yelping so I approached a car with flames all along the driver's side exterior with what looked like cages. Way too much radiant heat to approach so I went around to the passenger side, and looked around the front to find the cages were burned out. I could still hear dogs crying sounded like from inside; passenger door was locked so I broke the window. With fresh oxygen the whole interior was suddenly completely aflame. Dogs still yelping so I dropped to my knees to see three puppies underneath. The cubes of glass I had just broken were burning me as I knelt and I struggled to reach and pull out the puppies. Got two dragged out with difficulty, there was a third who was stuck like the deflating tires brought the car down on him. Flames were now pouring out of the window above my head, and the intense radiant heat felt like it was going to spontaneously combust my hair.
I gathered up the two puppies and my shovel awkwardly and made my way back to my car through desert scrub. I could hear more than one dog making crying noises I never want to hear again. Fire engines were finally approaching with difficulty over the small unmarked dirt roads.

Long story short, now I'm fostering two very sweet puppies who are in remarkable condition for what they went through. I have small burns and wounds on all 4 extremities but it was worth it to save them. They had eaten a full meal just hours before; I know this because they puked copious amounts of colorful kibble in my back seat on the way home.

This must have been some kind of revenge or nasty breakup scenario; I don't know who would torch someone's entire homestead, pets and all like that for petty reasons.

@Typo-MAGAshiv

No you are literally projecting about not going well from inside your gypsy camp which I have most scientifically proven about you not going well because you don't go well

No I actually in fact most scientifically not having gypsy camp as I actually in fact scientifically proved it fuck your sister you little f@#4% $%##%

"I'm not sure who you're talking about at the moment."

Nevermind, I kinda "misread" his phrase; He said he can pull bitches even at old age. Not that "he is too old to pull pussy". He admitted being "too old to actually rectify a relationship he had with a certain foid".

He is user "whoism3". The guy who made the "Confessions of a Reformed Incel" thread and also has this blogpost:

whoism3.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/confessions-of-a-reformed-incel/

@Baron

I'm of the perspective that one must not actually tell goals he hasn't yet achieved as it's actually hindrance and it indulges the mindset into his mind that he has "already achieved it".

Good idea. Rian Stone says that shit all the time. When you share goals, frequently the dopamine hit you get from sharing them and getting the encouragement tricks your hindbrain into thinking you've already achieved them. Better to keep them to yourself until you can share accomplishments rather than goals.

Sad for the dude that grew "too old". I found his blogspot too the following day and read that too (from the links he listed here and there), the comparison between feminism and religious fundamentalist is truthfully spot-on.

I'm not sure who you're talking about at the moment.

Apparently Redpill is ancient.

Roosh, Roissy, Rollo, Dalrock, and other bloggers who laid the foundations were writing blog posts about intersexual dynamics at the turn of the century. Roosh's early PUA work helped me back in 2000-2002.

"Maybe soon, you can start to go well!"

I am going well, you faggot. #YOUDON'TGOWELL-ER

No you are literally projecting about not going well from inside your gypsy camp which I have most scientifically proven about you not going well because you don't go well