#veraxplus

[vi-sigoth]

People who have disappeared/deactivated (as far as I know) that I miss:

hot-chubbies-with-cheese (really nice)

kompanie-mutter (really nice and fun to talk to)

anima-fennica (cool Finnish chick)

veraxplus (it was really funny when he insulted people because he was really mean but I was too scared to reblog directly from him lest I come under his radar and get my wig blasted clean off my head)

pennamites/Pennsylvania-patriot - (balls to the wall insane racist takes that started fights and discourse which I loved to watch because I love fighting I love drama I love when people don’t like each other)

blondgingersaxon (same)

trad-chad (no explanation needed)

Feel free to add your own

[spann-stann]

>No Ghenghis-Khanye (between deletes lol)

>No Veraxplus

>No (insert southern nationalist blog title here)

>no brother-asleep

>no Luke 1911s

>no delta

>no scrungo

[globalchristendom]

Hey, it's great to hear that you're a mom now. Congratulations- I mean that. It's strange to see all of the people I once knew as equals in electronic blindness becoming real people with real lives, following proven paths forward into the future. I wish you only the best, and the fate of your family will have a place in my prayers.

This is Verax, by the way, though that old name fits poorly now.

Since last we spoke, I have become a minister to wolves.

thanks! good to hear from you again.

baby is three months old and he loves to do big boy things such as

(almost) rolling over

smiling :) and kind of laughing maybe?

staying up all night

standing while mommy and daddy help him balance

admiring his hands

sharting really loud

what's a minister to wolves?

[diarrheaworldstarhiphop]

I'm sorry to have come off the way I did. I know sending this doesn't help, but that's alright. It's the last one I'll ever send. Thanks for everything.

jesus christ verax, “…come off the way i did?”

you told me you wrote three chapters of the sci-fi book you have been eagerly working on and i went LITERALLY, SOLELY “that’s amazing! congrats!” and your immediate response was to tell me you wouldn’t show me it (fyi: i wasn’t asking) when it’s published because something something doxxing yourself to me AND THEN go on to verbosely wax poetic over the course of a few paragraphs about me as a perverse, doxxed spectacle entertainment de jour for KF and refer to my fucking parents’ careers in the midst of that (?>??>?THE FUCK??!?!!) and opine on whatever assumed neuroses i have, unprompted, like a complete maladjusted lunatic who doesn’t know how to properly engage with light conversation when it’s presented to you.Thought experiment: You approach your coworker at the winery you stress over and go “hey i did this thing with my darling GF” and they go “cool! sounds lovely!” but then you go on about how you shouldnt go into depth about it because you looked into your coworker’s life, telling him about his family tree you know about and how you don’t want to be similarly rendered an open book for telling him about that thing you did with the darling GF.” The coworker stares back at you with wide eyes like they just crossed paths with a psychopath. That’s how you often come across.

yes i may be a fucking virtual tranny this or that, one you have told that you want to save from that path (via harassment? oh, please), but at least I’m capable of responding to people online without flying into a vaguely threatening assessment of their undisclosed family details among other completely anti-social weird shit only people in the deepest sociopathic tesseract would. At least I converse like a normal, adjusted human being and not like every fucking interaction is some insane game of 4D chess you have to project your life’s stress and anger onto.

I hope you realize that me unblocking you and continuing on and off conversations with you after all that shit was something motivated by curiousity and pity towards you because it felt like you really lacked and needed someone to lean into and find solace in, given the way you had a meltdown over me blocking you in the first place. I actually ENJOY helping and massaging out people’s anxieties and you are no exception to that. Only now do i realize it is self harm to put myself out there for you, only for you to continuously harass me or dehumanize me. Jesus Christ.

Your zoomer christian saviour complex aside, you are antisocial to the core, perhaps sociopathic (as i mentioned) from your unability to separate the computer screen from the conscious beings responding to you on it. You being able to nonchalantly list doxx about me alongside unwarranted, ill informed psychological assessments to an unsettling degree of unprecedented privacy invasion – Least we all forget, that this is in response for telling you it was awesome to hear about your accomplishment – does not mean you know me as a friend, let alone me as a person.

Actually, you telling me you are 22 or whatever was quite illuminating as it explains your immaturity and inability to readily empathize or function as an full adult. Besides all that, the age gulf (not too hard for you to look up, im sure!) should indicate to you why I’m so fucking busy with wild work schedules while you leave literally 50 messages every time you come home to compulsively drink your unpacked, rammed down, issues away, begging for my attention, singing every time you see my activity go from online to away to the degree that you begin to fill my notifications with how you welcome and speak to the “green dot” as a substitute for me while im preoccupied.

I don’t want to be out being made your adoptive e>mother who you can berate and feel rest assured she won’t bite back out of unconditional love or whatever.

“ah, i knew to worry about you posting my doxx” you might be thinking rn. I hope you realize I only return the fucking favour, my guy. You speak to me as this spectacle you can freely taunt over, so here I am making a spectacle of you because you brought it to my inbox, your distress at me blocking you again.

If you are wondering why I resist calling you my friend, it’s because of annoying, disrespectful shit like this, that the level we have talked until tonight is predicated on me rolling my eyes and letting your dumb shit roll off my back. This friendship you have begged me to affirm and reassure to you as existing since you were so fraught over feeling that I was this unreciprocated friend to you… this is the absolute state of it.

However, aS yOuR mOtHeR I suppose i have to hold your hand thru explaining that friendships are built on trust and mutual respect. Guess which side of the mutual is to blame for my reluctance at hand. You actually have to put in effort to earn it, at least to a fraction of the degree you seem to put into discovering parts of my life I haven’t yielded to you like I’m some fucking viral marketing ARG.

You are so fucking exhausting. I truly hope you are not at all who you present yourself on the internet, for your and everyone’s sake. You probably also project your work stress onto everything and everyone else, it feels like. If not already, then once I’m out of your life as your negativity sponge.

Ah, and before I move on to more productive shit: Like you apologize after the fact here, but this is a pattern of yours. Only able to conceptualize you hurt others until after you are smacked upside the head.

Think about that.

[leviathan-supersystem]

thanks. now unblock me you coward.

[cybersexuality]

David Cage can only produce garbage. Don't buy a PS4 just for "Become Human: Contrived Slave Allegories That Don't Work, For The Same Reason The Contrived Gay Allegories Don't Work In The X-Men."

…I honestly don’t know what to say to this. 

[toyotasoarer]

✍ Morgana

meow

Send me ��� and a character and I’ll draw them horribly in MS Paint!

[jewishdragon]

Do you hoard gold?

Naw I hord rugala

[nietr]

I bet you kiss girls, faggot

nawh shit i’ve been exposed

[delsymdesperado]

zog-agent, tradchad, veraxplus - all those URLs lost, like tears in rain

[wefightfascists]

I always appreciate when people come at me, but don't let me respond. It's ok. I'd be scared too.

[sugarmountainspring]

I'm glad the rest of tumblr is slowly hopping on board my veraxplus hate train

[gambit-goat]

@Veraxplus is a little baby who blocks people for disagreeing with him when he slanders them. 

[globalchristendom]

thank you veraxplus for the message.

i never followed you but the “i lift my hammer” post appeared on my dash once and i saved it because it resonated with me so well.

sometimes i don’t feel like it’s possible to both lead a normal life, like getting married and having children and such, and resist in any impactful way the increasingly suffocating authority and surveillance that taints our existence. but i’ve found that we can have a somewhat normal life and resist in little ways, just so that the oppressive influences are diminished. i’m just afraid that if meaningful life is made impossible and my hand is forced, no amount of resistance will be enough.

[diarrheaworldstarhiphop]

When you refuse to play the "fleeting, temporal, libidinal games of nation" you are LARPing as some transient spectral visitor on an egoistic quest despite being a creature firmly rooted in material reality. You are acting as if your survival, your ability to continue on this pretentious spirit quest, is not incumbent on the outcome of nation-games. Your oh-so-above-it-all personal philosophy is no more than pseudo-metaphysical justification for your feckless, wandering, trust-fund-baby mindset.

Ah, oh Verax.

The fact you see what I do or pivot toward as irresponsible is rly funny lol. Like what, according to your values? The values arrayed around the desire to savour the spilling of blood for mythology? The uncritical consumption of that myth and reduction of your self to an unwitting self-parody of nothing more than complex theological rationalizations of an obscenely violent if not psychopathic compulsion? An obsession with weaseling a way to render it socially acceptable to maim those you have had, and consciously relish in, the complete failure of capacity for empathy for?

In light of this, of course you respect the subversive manners of other sociopaths to manipulate society and other people to allow you to indulge in carnal barbarism. I didn’t want to really say as you were treating me as your therapist in DMs (I can’t believe you did this, lmao.. I mean, besides telling me about the vaguely erotic dreams you have had of me. But then again, It betrays the fact how small and unloving your social circle is, that OF ALL PEOPLE YOU KNOW, you go to a “mental defective” tranny you consistently harass to vent and seek advice from. What the fuck? lmao), but that clinical depression of your girlfriend or fiance or tradwife or whatever? How she goes quiet and curls up on the couch in complete darkness that you come across when you come home? How instead of empathizing and offering to help her, you instead try to joke and “cheer her up to take her out of the depression” that she goes to therapy for? You may want to consider how the insanely violent, viciously negative behaviours you say you restrict to your “online play” may actually influence how you behave toward and relate to those people in Real, Physical World. That your “online play” is just spillover and perhaps an attempt to compartmentalize your overall toxic behaviours. I mean, Since you told me you are active in local politics to actualize “online play” in the real world, it wouldn’t be an enormous stretch to assume you abuse the people around you in the Real World also. But I’m sure you would deny that or double down on me and lob in some “heh, novel attempt to psychoanalyze me”. Abusive people always do and you have already established that you are habitually manipulative.

But I digress

You are correct to say that my survival hinges on the outcome of nation games but my persistent question is where does that leave me when the teams require a sort of tunnel vision, a blindness to abuse and misery wrought in name of the game. And I mean me, mind and body. I have been spun out for the nature of being me, of being the Other. By allies and enemies alike from subtle to overt ways. Why should I play ball for people who have little regard for me in their selfish, uncritically minded pursuits, and be reduced to accessory.

To pick a vaguely defined side in a vaguely defined binary to satisfy you. I mean and your ilk have offered me is a noose. Enthusiastically, fuck you.

I don’t need to argue to you the justification for the impetus of my drive, because who the fuck are (you), really.

Go to therapy and chill the fuck out.

Don’t send me another message, it will be deleted and you, blocked.