Gunman near UCSB kills 6 people, injures 7

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Is this a joke? Please tell me it is. “The supreme gentlemen".

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This is disturbing.

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I legitimately don't understand this 'incel' concept. As unlikable as some people here seem to find me, and as poor as I am, I've never had a problem with women. jmfst was amazed that I was with a Puerto Rican brujeria at one point, for over a year.

So what's the deal with these guys? I mean, if they played the law of averages and messaged a girl a day on OKCupid, they're bound to get lucky at some point. My strategy has always been to use subcultural signifiers as peacock feathers: I'm always more rock-and-roll than your boyfriend.

So what gives?

Well, I'm a 26 year old with a platinum V-Card. So yes, it is possible. Middle and high school positively crippled me and I've always had to cope with a serious fear of rejection. The few dates I ever went on in college never went anywhere - dinner at one of the few decent restaurants in the sh*thole of a town my college was located in, and then me dropping her off at her dorm/apartment with a cordial "I had fun tonight." That's all that ever happened. The idea that anyone would ever find me attractive or want to be with me is something that's honestly too hard for me to wrap my head around.

I've had girls tell me I'm "too nice" and they can't think of me as anything other than a friend, and I've also had girls say (never to my face) that they think I'm an arrogant, stuck-up jerk. So I really don't know what the problem is with me or what I'm supposed to do.

At least if I were a woman, I could sort of pull it off and more easily blame men for not taking an interest in me. Maybe I could pull off the "Independent Woman" vibe in my 20s and 30s and then age gracefully into an "Old Maid." When a middle-aged woman lives alone with a couple of cats, it's simultaneously somewhat cute and somewhat pitiable. When a man does it, it's just full-scale creepy as hell.

I'm sorry to hear that. I applaud you for not committing mass murder, hang in there... what do you want us to say?

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it is okay guys, it isn't as if rape culture exists or anything...

#StopMassMurderCulture #SayNoToShootingSprees

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Even if I was, why do you say that? I would not expect applause for not committing mass murder. The problem is I don't go to the gym and spend too much time reading books, not "THE SYSTEM AGAINST THE ULTIMATE GENTLEMAN".

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I'm sorry to hear that. I applaud you for not committing mass murder, hang in there... what do you want us to say?

Meursault found it hard to believe someone could make it to their 20s without getting to third base, so I gave him an example of how that could happen.

I think he meant sex.

This is one of the more depressing things i've laid my eyes on.

"She even dated George Lucas for a short time."

"This girl who was my friend, Maddy Humpreys, would eventually come to represent everything I hate and despise; everything that is against me, and everything that I’m against"

" Little did I know, this injustice was very small indeed compared to all the things I’ll be denied in the future because of my height."

"I still hated him for the fact that he was able to witness how lonely and miserable my life was."

"I didn't win [the lottery]. I looked at my ticket over and over again, and then at the winning numbers. No match. It was just like what happened in March, except this was worse because I had built up anticipation for the entire summer. The winner was some guy from Riverside. He took MY money. What a waste. What an injustice. I was so certain that the universe would finally grant me salvation after a life of torture and suffering. I then looked at my small, cramped room and realized that my lonely, depressing life of virginity will continue on mercilessly."

" I had the knowledge, in the back of my mind, that the Day of Retribution was very possible now [because I didn't win the lottery]."

"On Halloween weekend, I made the wise decision to go home to my mother’s house.There was no way I was going to torture myself by staying alone in my room while the entire town of Isla Vista erupted in raucous debauchery. All of the tall, hunky jocks that girls love so much will be having all of the sex and all of the fun, while an unwanted outcast like myself would rot in loneliness."

"I imagined that some attractive guys who only visited Isla Vista for the Halloween event will be getting laid that weekend. They’d be getting sex from just one night in Isla Vista, while I’m still a virgin after living there for over a year. It was too unfair."

"I will never be a creator, but I could be a destroyer. Life had been cruel to me. The human species had rejected me all my life, despite the fact that I am the ideal, magnificent gentleman."

"I drank some of my mother’s delicious wine until I was too buzzed to think about how much fun everyone else my age was having on that night"

"That guy was in heaven. I can only imagine how amazing it must be to have sex with a girl like that. I had to witness everything I wanted but could not have. It made me feel dizzy with anguish. I immediately thought about that couple, and how impossible it was for me to have the same experience as that guy. Impossible, as I was at that point. But it would be possible for me to get a tall, blonde, sexy girlfriend if I was a multi-millionaire! Oh yes, it would be very possible. Becoming a multi-millionaire is the ONLY way I could have such an experience, and winning the lottery was the ONLY way I could become a multi-millionaire at my age. As I stared at the Powerball jackpot that was over $500 million, I knew that I HAD to win it."

"As the phrase that I had coined goes: If I cannot join them, I will rise above them; and if I cannot rise above them, I will destroy them."

"Now she was my enemy. I would take great delight in torturing and flaying her and every single one of her spoiled, obnoxious evil friends. When she and her mother came to eat dinner with us, I had to keep calm as I hobbled out of my room on my crutches to greet them."

"To make me feel more confident, my mother provided me with a better car to drive in Santa Barbara, a BMW 3 series Coupe. I had always wanted this, since I cared a lot about my appearance. I had been asking my parents for a more upper-class car ever since I found out that there was a car hierarchy, and that some students at my college drove better cars than others. Now I was one of the students with a better, high-class car"

"That was the day that I decided I would have to kill [my brother] on the Day of Retribution. I will not allow the boy to surpass me at everything, to live the life I’ve always wanted. It’s not fair that he has the chance to have a pleasurable life while I’ve been denied it. It will be a hard thing to do, because I had really bonded with my little brother in the last year, and he respected and looked up to me. But I would have to do it. If I can’t live a pleasurable life, then neither will he! I will not let him put my legacy to shame. In order to kill [him] I would have to kill Soumaya [my sister] too,"

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Considering what an atrocity this is it's difficult for this thread to not be atrocious.

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Case in point

"The worst part of this whole ordeal was not getting beaten up, oh no. It was the fact that no one showed any concern. There was only one group who helped me to the end of Del Playa, but after that they abandoned me. Not one girl offered to help me as I stumbled home with a broken leg, beaten and bloody. If girls had been attracted to me, they would have offered to walk me to my room and take care of me. They would have even offered to sleep with me to make me feel better. But no, not one girl showed an ounce of concern for me. They didn’t care. No one cared about me. I was all alone."

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THE ENEMY- INFILTRATED GLORIOUS EURASIAN BRITANNIA



THE NEGRO VILLIANS



THE GLORIOUS ANCESTORS



On my last day working for Karl, I decided to stop by at father’s house t
o have a drink. I was quite parched from the bicycle ride. I entered the house without knocking because I believed I had the right to. As the eldest son, the house should be my house after my father. Soumaya was surprised to see me, and she got angry that
I didn’t knock. To teach me a lesson, she ordered me to
 go back outside and knock. I refused, telling her that she has no right to order me around anymore. I then helped myself to a glass of water. Soumaya knocked the glass of water out of my hand and it shattered on the floor. Father clamored angrily up the stairs from his office demanding to know what was going on. The three of us
had a heated argument, and of course father took Soumaya’s side. They both kicked me out of the house, telling me that I’m not
 to return. I felt betrayed and humiliated as I furiously made my way back
to mother’s house.

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I am an intellectual who is destined for greatness. I would never perform a low-class service job.

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Yeah, his treatise is a great read. Awful, obviously, but very interesting.

My father drove up to Santa Barbara to meet me a few days later. The two of us went to have lunch at a restaurant in the Camino Real Marketplace, an area that I often frequented. When we sat down at our table, I saw a young couple sitting a few tables down the row. The sight of them enraged me to no end, especially because it was a dark-skinned Mexican guy dating a hot blonde white girl. I regarded it as a great insult to my dignity. How could an inferior Mexican guy be able to date a white blonde girl, while I was still suffering as a lonely virgin? I was ashamed to be in such an inferior position in front my father. When I saw the two of them kissing, I could barely contain my rage. I stood up in anger, and I was about to walk up to them and pour my glass of soda all over their heads. I probably would have, if father wasn’t there. I was seething with envious rage, and my father was there to watch it all. It was so humiliating. I wasn’t the son I wanted to present to my father. I should be the one with the hot blonde girl, making my father proud. Instead, my father had to watch me suffer in a pathetic position. Life is so cruel to me. When I said my farewell to father before he drove home, I felt absolutely miserable. I then went back to my room and sulked for hours.

Another incident happened on the following day, near the same location. I went to the Starbucks at the Camino Real Marketplace by myself, like I usually did every morning. I ordered my coffee and sat down on one of their chairs to relax. A few moments later, when I looked up from my drink, I saw a young couple standing in line. The two of them were kissing passionately. The boy looked like an obnoxious punk; he was tall and wore baggy pants. The girl was a pretty blonde! They looked like they were in the throes of passionate sexual attraction to each other, rubbing their bodies together and tongue kissing in front of everyone. I was absolutely livid with envious hatred. When they left the store I followed them to their car and splashed my coffee all over them. The boy yelled at me and I quickly ran away in fear. I was panicking as I got into my car and drove off, shaking with rage-fueled excitement. I drove all the way to the Vons at the Fairview Plaza and spent three hours in my car trying to contain my tumultuous emotions. I had never struck back at my enemies before, and I felt a small sense of spiteful gratification for doing so. I hated them so much. Even though I splashed them with my coffee, he was still the winner. He was going home to have passionate heavenly sex with his beautiful girlfriend, and I was going home to my lonely room to sleep alone in my lonely bed. I had never felt so miserable and mistreated in my life. I cursed the world for condemning me to such suffering.

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A tall, blonde, jock-type guy walked into one of the restaurants, and at his side was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. She too was tall and blonde. They were both taller than me, and they kissed each other passionately. They made me feel so inferior and worthless and small. I glared at them with intense hatred as I sat by myself in my lonely misery. I could never have a girl like that. The sight was burned into my memory, and it caused a scar that will haunt me forever. When they walked away, I followed them in my car for a few minutes, and when they entered a less inhabited area I opened my window and splashed my iced tea all over them.

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Awful, but interesting. Surely the making out on line is a bit vulgar, but the coffee-spilling was a bit... unnecessary. As was the murder, I suppose.

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YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!

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I passed by a girl I thought was pretty and said “Hi” as we neared each other. She kept on walking and didn’t even have the grace to respond to me. How dare she! That foul bitch. I felt so humiliated that I went to one of the school bathrooms, locked myself in a toilet stall, and cried for an hour.

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My parents didn’t show any concern for how miserable I felt about being a twenty-year-old virgin. They treated it as if it was any normal birthday. They didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation, which annoyed me immensely.  The restaurant had an “all-you-can eat” buffet system, and I greatly stuffed myself that night. Delicious food was the only vice I was able to enjoy, since I was deprived of sex.

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I wonder if this guy had his own Update on some forum somewhere....

http://www.scribd.com/doc/225936731/Untitled

Also, yes, but I think said forum has deleted itself- PUAhate or something like that.

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His mother was Chinese.

Wait he was 5'9''? And going on about how short he was??

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Cheng Yuan Hong, 20, George Chen, 19, and Weihan Wang, 20

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This is good: http://news.rapgenius.com/albums/Elliot-rodger/My-twisted-world-the-story-of-elliot-rodger

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Cheng Yuan Hong, 20

He was in my English class in twelfth grade. Talking to him could be a little difficult because he was still learning the language and had a strong accent, but I remember doing a couple projects with him and he was an unfailingly pleasant person. It's sobering to hear about this.

I'm sorry to hear that.

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Nothing will come of this.

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Right, the gun humpers need to have their deadly weapons. Can't inject some sense into matters, even after even more people get murdered in cold blood. Their Second Amendment fundamentalist ideology is more important than the right for people to live their lives without getting shot by some coward.

Honestly, I think in this particular case I'm more inclined to lay blame at the feet of the toxic MRA/PUA "culture" than guns.

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Also, a friend of mine wrote this really powerful reaction in the Daily Beast that everyone ought to read.  Kind of long, and maybe you don't think you care about the main thesis of the article (which, roughly, is that the f**ked-up portrayal of women as "prizes" in nerd culture, well, f**ks us all up), but, please, read it anyway.

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I guess I expect the reaction from most quarters here to be dismissive and disappointing, but whatever.  Sometimes sh*t just needs to be said anyway.

I agree with the general gist of the article, but to proclaim the culture- which exists- as "rape culture" is rather glib and buzz-wordy. It's not about rape, and I don't really think it enables rape in ways more than the tangential.