since at least 2010 imo they stopped fucking around with lighthearted raunchy comedies and Jonas Bros and Harry Potter. sometime around Lady Gaga, Ke$ha, Macklemore they went full Bolshevism and removed all doubt that “American culture” was captured by a peculiar ideology obsessed with fast-tracking the country’s slow decline into a death spiral. didn’t bother to conceal that only depraved State approved messaging would be promoted, in fact for these creatives and cultural icons they suddenly became tho brave and proud to declare their mission to use their newfound social position to dismantle America’s lingering legacy of oppression - the days of apolitical Michael Jordans came and went and now there’s zero chance of achieving greatness in the arts and sports without also being a committed activist. (exceptions being holdouts like coach K who are permitted to bow out in silence)

“loserness” peaked with The Last Jedi and GoT, we are in pure terminal nigger hell now. compare the happy go lucky decay of 2008 https://youtu.be/kTHNpusq654 to what kids watch in 2022 https://youtu.be/Ttzijna8mgQ

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5194180&forum_id=2ค1¤7PHPSESSID=188a95202f833e097d78c96d76bac3f6#45187414)

let me help you: https://youtu.be/HUJGwSy0pRI

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5194180&forum_id=2ค1¤7PHPSESSID=188a95202f833e097d78c96d76bac3f6#45187437)

I won’t have you tell me kids are watching analogues of S Club 7 when California teaches spit and butt play to 3rd graders.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5194180&forum_id=2ค1¤7PHPSESSID=188a95202f833e097d78c96d76bac3f6#45187487)

only the biggest dorks I knew cared about Bush v Gore for example

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5194180&forum_id=2ค1¤7PHPSESSID=188a95202f833e097d78c96d76bac3f6#45187575)

"To the modern academic, a human being is nothing more than a set of identity markers engaged in dynamics of oppression. Something exists only to extent to which power flows to or from it to affect the various intersectional labels – black, gay, woman, etc. – that these academics gush over. The totality of their work amounts to nothing more than keeping tabs on slights. In practice, it is no more than bitter resentment at the white man wrapped in middlebrow academese to hide the civilization-wide looting of everything that isn’t nailed to the floor. Nature, religion, language, history, ethnicity, beauty – all of the various sublimities which make up the substance of humanity both on an individual and cultural level – have value only to the extent that it can be used to immiserate white men. The intersectional categories of black, gay and woman are rolled out as totem images of a superfluous social class hell-bent on sucking the whole of Western civilization bone-dry while howling to the moon about how they’ve been slighted.

Our culture is designed to produce Black Gay Woman Communism and nothing else.

To these people, every institution, every cultural artifact, every legacy exists only to serve as a vehicle for Black Gay Woman Communism. Anything unfit for this purpose is purged with genocidal intensity. They are capable only of producing more ideology, more jargon, more bookkeeping of slights, more masturbatory revenge fantasies and more sinecures for themselves and their clients. Not a lick of creativity exists anywhere near these people, which is why they are categorically incapable of doing anything other than co-opting the creations of others to serve their agenda. They have completely salted the earth of Western culture with their unbearable wretchedness, and maintain themselves only through Soviet-style political repression. It is this and nothing else which is the fundamental problem with woke entertainment – it is having Black Gay Woman Communism shoved down your throat by talentless hacks who hate you, want to exterminate you, have no interest in the aesthetic value of what they co-opt and who will mark you as an enemy of the state if you question your own erasure in any way. We see here what the representation discourse is really about. If a lack of black representation in media means that the media is saying that blacks don’t exist, then the deliberate erasure of whites from media means that the media is saying that whites shouldn’t exist."

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5194180&forum_id=2ค1¤7PHPSESSID=188a95202f833e097d78c96d76bac3f6#45189450)

Clarence Thomas is a real American black, Kamala Harris (what is it - half Indian / half Jamaican islander?) on the other hand is the one who adopts the 'black' identity for power/status

You see these in corporations too with the affinity groups / employee groups that are bioleninist cliques of freaks and weird / weak ugly people - they're mostly fake, the hispanic heritage group will be led by someone who isn't plugged into latin american culture in any meaningful sense, but who sounds gay / talks with effeminate voice and adopts the identity label

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5194180&forum_id=2ค1¤7PHPSESSID=188a95202f833e097d78c96d76bac3f6#45189477)

It's turned massive amounts of normies into nerd archetypes (think how many avg people now wear glasses and adopt I fucking love science / i'm a nerd as an affectation, I trust the science, I'm in on the special knowledge...)

The nerd inhabits a reality where he perceives himself to be in possession of great vistas of knowledge and understanding that are nonetheless neutered and rendered naught by the world around him. He is a giant in the skies, but a dwarf on the earth. The nerd is plagued by a sense of inferiority. For some nerds, this discrepancy is rather small and is naturally overcome by developing his underdeveloped side. But in others, whether it be due to illness, dysfunction, ugliness or something else, the discrepancy becomes insurmountable. Rather than develop his underdeveloped side, this type of nerd flees ever deeper into that side of him which is dominant, further exacerbating the problem. For this type, the promise of some kind of secret power which can translate his inner vistas into outer gain is indescribably seductive.

It is this drive that makes the nerd hold so tightly to the cult of science. In science, the nerd finds confirmation that he is in fact smarter than those around him due to its connection with genius, complex technology and esoteric language. By delving into science, the nerd sees himself as being initiated into a form of secret knowledge which promises some level of power over others. With science, the nerd can make himself the arbiter of truth, nonchalantly casting aside the beliefs of others and affecting the air of a high-minded skeptic. With his scientific skepticism, the nerd can make himself invincible to the viewpoints of others, and science provides an arsenal of weaponry for the nerd to battle for petty supremacy, including his beloved source-begging. His skepticism is illusory, however, as it is only ever invoked when the nerd wishes to engage in petty social aggression. Before the institution of science, the nerd prostrates himself, lapping up any claim no matter how ridiculous. The same man who will demand sources for the existence of human races will turn around and speak with absolute authority about the coming of AI and the technological singularity. The Cogrids era saw this tendency reach its apex with the demand to “believe science” and “trust the experts”, the almost robotic repetition of complete fictions being told about a disease that wasn’t dangerous and a vaccine that didn’t work. The skepticism of the nerd was nowhere to be found when it turned out that dogmatic adherence was more useful for clobbering his peers – the nerd’s only genuine concern. Nor does the nerd waver in his sense of intellectual superiority on account of how wrong he was. For him it was never about the truth.

The resentment of the nerd over his perceived inferiority leads to the hatred of life, and this hatred drives the nerd to assault the heavens. Here, also, science provides him with the weapons he needs. The disenchantment of the world which has come with the rise of science appeals to the resentful cynicism of the nerd. With characteristic smugness, he tells you of how incomprehensibly vast the universe is and how small you are in it; he tells you that you are nothing more than a meat robot programmed by evolution. In his world of empty matter, the only purpose to anything is what the human mind concocts, and so nothing has value outside of its utility to man. With his false ideals of efficiency and optimization, the nerd smugly casts aside the greater ideals of Beauty and Wonder for the promise that Line Go Up. Nature is merely a resource, he says, to be used for the proliferation of mere life. Denigrating life in these terms, the nerd feels the same surge of power that a desecrator feels. Ultimately, the nerd takes this nihilism to its conclusion with the rejection of the divine. God, the nerd says with a smug expression, is a Bronze Age superstition for those too cowardly to accept the truth of life. With this act, the nerd has finished his assault on heaven, and has slain god in his cynical materialism and ugly nihilism. Now the nerd is god, and ruler of the cosmos.

But the nerd is not a god, and no matter how much ugly philosophy he surrounds himself with he is still left being his own inferior self at the end of the day. Haunted by this nagging feeling of never getting over himself, he desperately seeks some solace in his ersatz god of science. He gorges himself on products and media, the manna that his god offers him. He fills his life with gizmos and gadgets and doodads, all in the vain hope that this will improve him, make him more efficient, make the Line of his life Go Up. He embraces the promises of transhumanism with gusto, hoping for a gnostic release from his bodily prison to come in the form of gadgets drilled into his skull or neovaginas grafted onto his crotch. One day, he thinks, the experts will find a way to solve his detestable self, rearranging his flesh vessel so that it better conforms to his consumer identity or the expectations of his job. When he looks at the stars, he thinks to himself that all of this is just a simulation, a program running on a computer, the same way video games run on his Ubuntu. In the deepest ecstasies of this computer religion, the nerd dreams that AI will come – a god of his own making – and provide the ultimate optimized solution for life. Then, he thinks, his mind will be uploaded to a hard drive, and he will live forever.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5194180&forum_id=2ค1¤7PHPSESSID=188a95202f833e097d78c96d76bac3f6#45189454)