Nike, Borzoi, Shane and Spectre are at it this week with as they gawk at the GOP's Great Black McNabb, dig into data on why children have no friends, make an unfortunate detour into the Butlerian Gender Jihad, and uncover the Eurasianist Blood Magic on the other side of the occult Cold War. Video in the post.
-Spectrile Dysfunction
-Pengoon Cave
-Hulleaux, Nigga
-William Luther Peer Pressure
-Heideggers Could Be Here
-Batboy of Kiev
~Third Rail is a Borzoi/Spectre Joint~
Outro Song: (We’re All Gonna Make it) For my Kings by StormKing
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Putin visiting Mongolian Shamans? Tengri Nationalism. Cool it with the Anti-Shamanistic remarks.
Humans evolved to experience their childhood socialization through in-person contact. Now that much of that process is mediated by screens it fucks with kids’ normal development. Kids can’t rely on group chats to learn about interpersonal boundaries, for example.
Who was it that made that song? Was it Eraser?
Either way an absolute hilarious banger.
I remember joking last year about Ukrainian nationalists unironically seeing Aleksandr Dugin as exactly like the version of Rasputin from Don Bluth’s Anastasia but Jesus that fucking article from the Daily Mail. It reminds me of the constant media from Indiana Jones to Hellboy of Nazis being obsessed with occult magic and mystical items that will help them take over the world.
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I wish I could follow Nike but I am suspicious that Nationalist. Social is a fed honeypot. Why can’t he be on X (Twitter) like a normal person?
Shane be like: “Much to my shillelagh“
first! Hail our people.
“Nike, Borzoi, Shane and Spectre are at it this week with as they gawk”, lol but who actually reads the description.
For there ain’t no one for to give you no pain