Linked thread is /r/politics about conservatives, just as an appetizer. Here's some of the most comments:

extra embryos would likely have the right to life after Roe is overturned, meaning that the woman undergoing IVF might have to carry every embryo to term instead of discarding or donating them, as typically occurs."

Ah yes. Forced birth.

I think they should be implanted in women who support the murder ban.

And men.

Nope. You are forgetting “donating” them to good Christian families. I would imagine it’s easier to fake adopt a blastocyst as opposed to a child. Then they can force other people to give birth to their kids. Fits well with that quiver full bullshit. The religious wackos would jump at the chance to force their ilk to carry the preachers seed to save them. God I feel disgusting even writing that.

If we are banning IVF, then ban Viagra and male supplements as well. If IVF isn't a viable solution to body issues, then neither should Viagra be

I agree because I think it would be really funny, but a black market for Viagra would spring up instantaneously. No man is just going to accept having a broken peepee.

All women, single or married, should stop having s*x other than to procreate, if they overturn RvW. Pretty sure men would change it back quickly.

Which men? The ones who have absolutely frick all power to affect the outcome except vote?

Whta exactly is it that you want the men of your country to do? Or is this one of those pointless things people yell out when they're angry and frustrated?

I'm not from the USA, so... nothing.

Now for the main course, learning with Marsey!

How effective is IVF anyway?

The chronological age of the woman also significantly impacts the quality of the egg and embryo. As women get older, there is a more rapid loss of their endowment of eggs. It starts to become more challenging beginning at around 32 years old. The success rates decline to around 13% by the time the woman reaches age 40.

https://images.ctfassets.net/ln51s6f5jufo/2In3kXBFSwUa8s8Y6qwkyk/e3c7cc22a113d55583bbd9bd97d7f56f/Screen_Shot_2019-01-06_at_9.36.36_PM.png

Uh oh!

And remember, this costs $20k a pop. All because waited until they were to have

Now for the s:

I wasn’t sure when or if I would ever have children, so I decided to go back to my home country and undergo an egg freezing procedure at a fertility clinic. I wasn’t thinking too much about it, but I soon realized I was unconsciously comparing myself to my friends who had undergone the procedure before. The outcome was not what I expected, and I felt like my body had failed me. Experts say the younger you are, the better your results will be. But I learned it is important to be prepared for the emotional side of egg freezing — and the potential that it won’t work for you.

She only had 3 eggs. Three. I assume that's total, but I don't know how ovaries work and refuse to learn.

Brigitte Adams became the poster child for freezing your eggs. But things didn’t quite work out how she imagined.

this article is so fricking funny I'm going to end up quoting half of it

Brigitte Adams caused a sensation four years ago when she appeared on the cover of Bloomberg Businessweek under the headline, “Freeze your eggs, Free your career.” She was single and blond, a Vassar graduate who spoke fluent Italian, and was working in tech marketing for a number of prestigious companies. Her story was one of empowerment, how a new fertility procedure was giving women more choices, as the magazine noted provocatively, “in the quest to have it all.”

Adams remembers feeling a wonderful sense of freedom after she froze her eggs in her late 30s, despite the $19,000 cost. Her plan was to work a few more years, find a great guy to marry and still have a house full of her own children.

Things didn’t turn out the way she hoped.

In early 2017, with her 45th birthday looming and no sign of Mr. Right, she decided to start a family on her own. She excitedly unfroze the 11 eggs she had stored and selected a sperm donor.

Two eggs failed to survive the thawing process. Three more failed to fertilize. That left six embryos, of which five appeared to be abnormal. The last one was implanted in her uterus. On the morning of March 7, she got the devastating news that it, too, had failed.

Adams was not pregnant, and her chances of carrying her genetic child had just dropped to near zero. She remembers screaming like “a wild animal,” throwing books, papers, her laptop — and collapsing to the ground.

mommy, i don't feel so good...

Then there is MeiMei Fox. After the 44-year-old Honolulu-based writer got married, she tried to use her frozen eggs. The whole batch of 18 was destroyed while being shipped from one clinic to another.

When MeiMei Fox froze her eggs at 37, the process went more smoothly than she expected. “I was thrilled and thought it was the best decision I ever made,” she said. Fox immediately started dating “without thinking about long-term commitments but just enjoying the moment.” She blogged about her experience in HuffPost.

literally just hopped right back on the carousel

For almost two years, they tried to get pregnant naturally. When Fox was about to turn 40, she decided to use her frozen eggs. She was living in Los Angeles; her eggs were in San Francisco. Her new clinic called her old clinic and had them shipped south. “They knew from the minute they opened the package something was wrong,” Fox recalled. A lab tech later showed her the straws in which the eggs were stored, and how they had leaked.

James A. Grifo, a fertility specialist at NYU Langone Health who is one of the pioneers of the procedure, calls the whole notion of being able to “control” your fertility — perpetuated by the media and embraced by feminists — destructive.

Around the age of 35, women confront a “fertility cliff,” when the chances of becoming pregnant decline sharply as the eggs decrease in number and quality. By age 40, the average woman has a 5 percent chance of getting pregnant in any given month. By 45, it’s 1 percent.

In an unfortunate and unfair twist of nature, men are believed to replenish their sperm at a rate of 1,500 a second through most of their lives; there are documented cases of men remaining fertile into their 90s.

Dudes scientifically CANNOT stop rocking

In Adams’s story, many other young women saw a road map for a happy life. As the years passed and egg freezing took off, she became the de facto poster child for a generation of women considering the procedure. But that painful March day, when the last of her frozen eggs failed to produce a pregnancy, Adams said she realized how one-sided the conversation about egg freezing had been, and how little information was available about what she calls “part two” — when you actually try to use those eggs to get pregnant. When she recently reviewed her tests, she said they clearly showed that her fertility already had been in decline, suggesting that she would need more than 11 eggs to conceive. The lack of advice was “unconscionable,” she said. “I was never told that x, y and z were a possibility.”

>try to cheat biology

>fail

https://youtube.com/embed/U1UtRnGn5hc

Post inspired by a post by resident : @chiobu_, and a thread I caught a while back.

What we'll be looking at today is the mystical 4chin board /trv/ (Travel), known for the endless stream of South Est Asia (SEA) sexpats coomposting , and that one r-slur who spams thread seething agaisnt the , who is speculated to have been cucked by a , explaining his obsession. It's all around a pretty fun board and the coomers are mostly concentrated in the dedicated threads so not much leakage.

So there's this japanese program called "Japan Exchange and Teaching" (JET), which brings college graduates from around the world to japan as Assistant Language Teachers (ALTs) () and Sports Education Advisors or Coordinators for International Relation (both of which only account for 10% so we'll skip over them), making them teach from kindergartens to high schools about everywhere in Japan. In 2019, there were about 6k people participating in that program, with half of them coming from the US. Smell the issue? Right, weebs .

OP starts of by thrashing the program

Is this the biggest fricking joke in the ESL community? It's amazing seeing the cope from people there thinking that they're real teachers, when all they do is prepare two resources a week, read out some dialogue, and spend the rest of their time in crappy Izakaya's and Shibuya. Is ANYONE on JET a normal human being, or are they all just crazed weebs?

We'll skip over the anons boasting about not being accepted, not being weebs but still living in japan with japanese wives. First one :

I'm on JET and fricking hate my job. It's pretty much exactly what you describe, I prepare thing two or three things a week and read out some shit. You're forgetting about being a typo-checker, though. That's an incredibly important aspect of my difficult job. Also I can't visit Shibuya because I live in the inaka.

I feel immensely guilty about being paid an (at least for japan ALTs) decent salary from the taxpayers. I spend most of my time at work outside of class studying Japanese so I can get N1 and find literally any other job than being JET. I desperately want to be literally anything other than a tax-dollar burn.

You're forgetting an important thing, though. It's also an EXCHANGE program. Japan wants JETs to learn about Japan, show it off to their friends, and bring it back to around the world for soft power. (I regularly tell myself this to cope with how little teaching work I do.)

Also the average JET is a gaijin bubble rainbow-haired leftist weeb. I can't fricking fathom what attracts these kinds of people to a conservative, collectivist country. I also can't believe it when people say they watch shit like spy family, demon slayer, etc. It's for fricking children. It's what my students watch.

I could probably rant more.

Inaka = rural japan, so frickingu nowheru basically.

Are the other JET's you've met as fricking awful as the people I met while doing it?

They're extremely insufferable.

All of the folks I met in the hotel/beyond were awful, just like you would expect. Weebs, cultural imperialists trying to change Japan's educational system, insane leftists, it was rough. Everyone's usually an arrogant narcissist with a god complex.

(Frick, I think I'm better than everyone else too but its only because I have my eyes open and want to escape this absolute lowest of the low with no upwards mobility/merits shitty job)

The absolute last straw was recently when I saw a message about a middle school ALT making a pride month english board. Hid my group chat permanently.

I hardly talk to any ALTs these days at all. If I meet one in public I'll try and be polite and such and chat but I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to spend any amount of time with any of them.

They're extremely insufferable.

This 1000% times this. If you're inaka anon think I've spoken to you on this board before

I'm a weeb just going to admit that, but I also know when to draw the line of life and a hobby/pleasure in watching anime or reading some shit. JET people are so hilariously desperate to get out of their own industry it's astounding, sure I bet a few are happy 'just being there' but like I said probably met 2-3 happy ones.

I work in Tech and every time I'd go to an event being the only other white guy I'd get just orbited by JET's because of it. Here's a few tidbits I've noticed

Jet's often will ask for any kind of way to get out of their industry as said, but will never stop asking you while most do 0% about it because it requires effort

Have essentially no social awareness that yes you are in another country but that does not make you king of the hill. The amount of JET's who are so fricking wrong in aspects of japan is mind boggling

Will cling to you like a beaten house wife the moment you keep any lose contact with them as they have no friends

Often are far more wrong than right in regards to most shit in Japan

Blissfully unaware that the only reason women are even talking to them is because they want a quick move to america strategy

Literally have no plans that being outside continue to work JET get that N# whatever and then use "those highly valued skillsets for a wide variety of jobs needing english and japanese" without any actual skillsets

More than not so far 'right leaning' that they are actually full on leftists without realizing it and because of that will never ever fricking shut up about Japan vs. America/world

I think after my first year of trying to deal with JET's and give it an actually honest and true effort I realized there is no hope. You're going to meet someone who is not your friend, they simply want to vent to you like you're their bartender and suck you for any information or chance to exit JET.

darn anon don't just start to describe me at points here with your post. I already want to fricking die you're just pulling the trigger here.

I've never posted on /trv/ with JET stuff before but I'm happy I'm not the only inaka anon around.

JET/eikaiwa really just shouldn't be an 'industry' at all. It's like a filler gap year or a way into Japan. It's really depressing seeing middle aged dudes working at fricking AEON eikaiwa.

eikawa = english conversation school, does what it means

The most depressed guy I met in Japan was a university professor who has originally come over there for post grad then knocked up a Japanese chick and got stuck there forever. He told me to get out before it’s too late, grim stuff.

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Someone mention if he couldn't pull out of the gussy he sould've pulled out of the country, but

>There's something that's not being said. The tenured prof can go anywhere in the world if another university wants them and will match tenure as part of offer.

>The academic underclass scum that gets a job as an "adjunct prof", instructor, or lecturer (all of which are temps) most likely can't get a job anywhere else and is stuck where they are career wise

Which means JETs (JET participants) are fricked because what they do is worthless

First inaka guy responds to some comments:

how long do you have to be at work for? do you just sit around for 8 hrs of the day or do you do the basic shit and then you can frick off to do what you want rest of the day?

I have to be at work for nine hours a day. I usually spend minimum two or three hours studying Japanese. I technically get a break around lunch for an hour but lol

keep ranting i love these "insider" posts. tell more about life in the inaka

(pic because can't greentext in quote or am r-slur , so it doesn't look good, will just ignore for the rest if regular greentext)

motherlover thought he was bout to be in a countryside anime with cute farmer girls lmaoooo

Now we've got another insider redpilling people about JET

>tfw when I'm able to save half my yearly salary because of low cost of living

>tfw I'm technically suppose to work from 8 - 5, but rarely ever work longer than 8 - 2:30, and for some schools it's more like 9 - 2 (and for one it's 9 - 1:30)

>tfw I've been making significant progress through the western canon because I usually have at least 1 or 2 free periods to just read

>tfw I've been able to focus on my writing

>mfw when I rarely interact with other ALTs, but have friends from Uni not too far away that I can hangout with

Honestly, if you're willing to embrace the NEET mentality and make the most of the copious amounts of free time and decent pay, I don't see what's to complain about. Some people in this thread are complaining about being a "tax burden", I just don't understand that perspective. Who cares, besides as an ALT you're real purpose is just to reinforce cultural stereotypes of westerners, so that Japanese people can feel special about themselves. That's the real reason the Japanese government hasn't cut us off, it's because it was never actually about teaching English. It's about making sure Japanese kids grow up seeing westerners and English as something exotic, so that they associate Japanese and Japanese culture as their true home.

The only negative point is that as I've been reading through the western Canon my interest in Japanese and Japanese media has completely plummeted. I've been coasting on Japanese I acquired back when I was serious about studying Japanese, but over the past year I haven't studied at all. Narrowly failed the N2, and still don't feel like studying the language anymore because learning Latin, Greek, French, or Italian would probably be a better use of my time given how my interests have developed.

Not interested in manga or Japanese authors?

I used to, and I actually quite liked Japanese literature for a while as well. However, what I realized is that all the Japanese literature I liked is post-Meiji stuff. I tried, but never cared much for the older stuff with the only real exception being The Peony Lantern, a story about a guy who unwittingly falls in love with a ghost, which I highly recommend.

The thing is, most post-Meiji authors were heavily influenced by the west. Osamu Dazai and Mishima both were heavily influenced by Nietzsche for example. The roots of what I enjoyed about their works were their perspectives on western themes and styles. So ironically, it was western influenced Japanese literature that brought me back to the western tradition.

As for manga/anime, I watched copious amounts during high school and have pretty much watched all the titles that interested me. Maybe it's just because I've gotten older, or maybe it's because the quality really has been dropping, but newer manga/anime don't really interest me much.

And then there's one seething about how he likes Japan so much he should've been accepted

I applied last year, have friends working there as we speak, friend of a friend works as a JET selector, have studied Japanese culture and history, have a deep love of their art form and music (not just anime), Have lived in Asia for many years as a foreigner, have been to Japan once before and had the absolute time of my life, have studied the language (a little bit, i'm certainly not good but enough to survive), have no criminal record, have a good amount of varied job experience, have experience in teaching roles, presenting to classes full of people and doing number crunching.

Rejected.

Didn't even invite me to meet them in person, just woke up one day to an email pretty much saying "We don't want you.".

Meanwhile my weeb friend (He's a good lad so this isn't an attack on his character) got accepted despite having little overseas experience, little job experience, no presenting experience and almost exclusively talked about > anime/manga on his Statement of Purpose.

Might try again this year but this REALLY soured my experience and, by extension, my year.

>You are literally not what they are looking for.

What are they looking for then? (Not him fyi)

Stereotypical foreigner who knows jack shit about Japan but is enthusiastic about it.

The redpill guy was right all along.

This one is advice (which I try to avoid as it's not really the subject even if pretty interesting otherwise) but a bit memey

JET for anyone who wants it

>Apply for job

>Make enough but not a lot in Japan, hope you don't have crippling student loans lol

>Get fed how much Japan will love you by your recruiter or whatever dumbass name they use now

>Fill out a bunch of shit you like about Japan, what areas you want to teach in (protip: this goes right in the trash unless you're lotto levels of lucky)

>get shipped out to Japan, If you're lucky you're by a good enough city chances are you'll be on the outskirts or some town like Nagano where nothing to do

>Have fun with teaching all the kids are excited day one

>teach first semester, realize japanese 99% are about as critically thinking Jamal back home and less motivated than a sleepy mexican

>realize the happiness is a farce

>start realizing EVERYTHING in japan is one of their 3 "masks" social r-slurred bullshit they pull

>realize the people you met really just see you as a way to get out of their country or some shit

>realize you're spending most your money on booze or anything but what you use to do

>get demotivated

>go in for 2nd semester with low hopes

Some memes to end it because it's way too long already, 3/4 the post limit lmao why is the counter orange oh god oh frick

So are there any jobs in Japan for foreigners that don’t suck?

IT frickadoodle, pornstar, model and Yakuza "waste" disposal

Yakuza "waste" disposal

Nice, I already work in waste management consulting

Bonus /trv/ thread : Travelling as a manlet

Haven't read it but it made me chuckle, feel free to do a post on it to dunk on local manlets

MINOR UPDATE: Srdines smugpost over the whole thing; users with millions of Reddit karma tut tut about terminally online jannies

—

Shit is popping off and n8 is going out with a bang. Here is his thread wherein he admits to doing what he could to break as many of @Merari’s mops as possible before leaving:

https://old.reddit.com/r/N8theGr8/comments/x0piec/this_is_un8thegr8_im_back_to_explain_why_i/?sort=controversial

Which is apparently what this blossoming mop war is about.

This is coming to a head a few days after the Kiwis doxxed Merari (his name is Joost for God’s sake) which you can read about here:

https://rdrama.net/post/95174/marseykiwi2pat-update-maybe-pictures-kiwicel-claims

Snappy in that thread should have an archive of the Farms post since KF is still down until later today. It’s a ride.

This is all presumably coming to a head because of Merari’s well-documented, passionate, months-long defense of child rapist Aimee Challenor.

Slack leaks coming soon, will flair thread when updated. Wanna get this posted rn so the Reddit post can be archived.

CHRONOLOGICAL OVERVIEW TO DATE

TW: MELODRAMA

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SECOND UPDATE

Killhacks, whose tongue is permanently lodged up Merari’s butt, has noticed this thread almost immediately. Make an account and talk to us babe SEE UPDATE #3

Hey Femilip - it’s not n8. You can see cuz there’s a reply to his ping in one of the screens and it doesn’t have that tasteful green (yellow? am colorblind ) highlight. Also, timestamps. Both are relatively easily falsified, yeah, but I really don’t have time for that and I’m offended at the suggestion that I do.

Hi conalfisher! I still wish you’d join us for real :(

THIRD UPDATE

The groomercord user/Reddit mod there, “killhacks” is actually @tardkiller on this very website!

Here is a screenshot of his profile as I am expecting him to nuke its content imminently. Unfortunately, you can’t delete the account itself. rDrama is proudly GDPR noncompliant!

FOURTH UPDATE

Timestamps scrubbed from this other leaker by request.

I have a short presentation to give in a few, I’ll be back with more in a bit x

FIFTH UPDATE

A small one but significant? N8 is leading the charge away from Reddit and into the great outdoors lol

UPDATE 5.5 /u/CONALFISHER HAS ASSIMILATED INTO @conalfisher

SIXTH UPDATE

Million-karma Reddit poweruser /u/esoterix_luke has just groomercord dropped the tail end of a fight with merari via their Slack dms! Can Merari survive this fallout? Can Reddit survive losing TWO of its 20-hour-a-day volunteers in a month? (yes, jannies are infinitely replaceable)

rDrama user has tea on Luke:

SEVENTH UPDATE

Powerjannies are revealing their chad rDrama accounts to clown on Merari

And /u/esoterix_luke comes in hot with another Slack leak!

EIGHTH UPDATE - /r/CenturyClub leaks!

N8 has crossposted his assault on Merari to /r/centuryclub which is apparently a sub only for people with >100k karma or something?

disturbing allegations

Jannie to the jannies yalls the yallers and tells them to move to an even more exclusive subreddit lol

continued discussion of the yalling

assorted poweruser pearlclutching

Here we have a volunteer online janitor comparing Reddit moderation to work with NGOs and assorted charities. This isn't quite on the level of the guy who once essayed at me about how it's the same as working in a soup kitchen or homeless shelter, but it's close.

n8, as /u/karmanacht, explains why he left and why he's back (to piss Merari off 💜)

Some guy comes out very pro-n8 and gives a timeline of events that I'm not reading because I don't care that much. It looks good, though. You should read it.

And finally, for now, some randos also joining #TeamN8. Is it over for Joost?

EIGHT AND A HALFETHTHTH MINI UPDATE

Merari seems to have lost control of Groomercord

Jannies keep dunking on him with this too -

https://twitter.com/reddit_lies/status/1530745620859961346?t=tEjGJ60KSQhTlYdM1H2OIw&s=19

NINTH UPDATE - it has moved to /r/CenturyClubDrama

For a summary of this update, please just look at this helpful summary from the #3 moderator on Reddit, /u/RamsesThePigeon:

The explanation:

Full imgur album of the /r/CenturyClubDrama thread for anyone who wants to stink of corn chips for a few weeks:

https://i.imgur.com/a/OTiMG6K

To clarify, /u/RamsesThePigeon really is the #3 biggest powermod now that N8 is gone. Source:

He jannies 187 million Redditors. FOR FREE

Some random fricking Merari essay about the whole thing that I’m not reading. Something about queerphobia. Racism. Sexism. You know the drill by now:

REMINDER THAT MERARI01 SPENT MONTHS DEFENDING CHILD RAPIST AIMEE CHALLENOR AND STILL FEELS THAT REDDIT SHOULD HAVE KEPT HER

Some rando powerjannie telling Merari that his fanaticism for volunteering for a multibillion dollar global corporation is unhealthy and concerning just now:

TENTH UPDATE

just for you bb

/u/I_PUNCH_INFANTS if you join rDrama and post itt I’ll hook you up with an exclusive bluecheck like I did for Conal and Phoenix. That’s a 100k dramacoin value. FOR FREE.

TENTH POINT FIVETH UPDATE

Powerjannie /u/I_PUNCH_INFANTS now has an rDrama presence as @I_PUNCH_INFANTS 🤗

ELEVENTH UPDATE

I think it’s winding down now. For the day at least. Merari is Dutch so it’s quite late there and this is to be expected. Here are some leaks from his personal Slack:

First, let me tell you their motive:

Their motive was to psyop as a religious Karen on Facebook. Influenced by the legendary manlet known as @Landlord_Messiah, they formerly used to troll with him on twitter with the usernames ellie3kellie and figabig/abigafiga. With the untapped potential to troll Facebook r-slurs, they have found it very fun and entertaining.

Preamble:

First off, this isn't the first time they decided to troll unsuspecting facebook s. By posting in a Moms support group by larping as a middle-aged lady, they were able to bait r-slurs by MAGA posting. Examples include calling baby formula a sin (GhostArchive Link), frogs in ice cream (GhostArchive link), debate about jesus being black (GhostArchive link) and puberty blockers for my daughter (GhostArchive Link). Check out their Facebook profile for even more hilarity.

Info obtained from here: https://rdrama.net/post/93680/started-a-dumpster-fire-on-a

Now here's the drama:

It started with a simple meme. Over 11k cooments of pure seethe just by posting a meme with a mermaid and a confederate flag (GhostArchive Link). And they were seething hard :

Lots of in the above image.

Snappy Quote?:

Not even someone posting a link to the rdrama thread ruined it and it was eventually [removed]:

Obtained from here: https://rdrama.net/post/105044/jump-in-babes-moms-support-group

Eventually, the drama reached TikTok, Reddit, and Twitter.

TikTok video For those without an account. Unfortunately, it looks like it was deleted or jannied .

Obtained from here: https://rdrama.net/post/105213/update-on-the-facebook-ariel-post

It then reached subreddits like /r/therightcantmeme, /r/terriblefacebookmemes, /r/forwardsfromklandma, etc.

ForwardsFromKlandma post

...your heritage as a fricking fish person?

Do not make fun of fish people. Mermaids are okay. Sugarians are okay. Whatever the frick this post is isn't okay.

Don't ever mock again according to these people.

https://old.reddit.com/r/ForwardsFromKlandma/comments/xg5yxk/never_opening_facebook_again/ioqdn5u/?sort=controversial

They're such crybabies over a Disney movie for little girls holy shit.

If Americans cared about one another half as much as they do about Disney's intellectual property this really would be the greatest country on earth.

https://old.reddit.com/r/ForwardsFromKlandma/comments/xg5yxk/never_opening_facebook_again/ioqbjjc/?sort=controversial

TheRightCantMeme post

Ariel was a slave owner?! :o

She was part of the undersea monarchy, same thing.

https://old.reddit.com/r/TheRightCantMeme/comments/xgpbna/im_confused/iot58v9/?sort=controversial

Fun fact about Atlantis, it was a myth specifically told to prop up white supremacy.

https://www.adelaidenow.com.au/technology/science/the-legend-of-atlantis-has-a-dark-terrible-history/news-story/f1271c561661a8937faafed6e4f6f452

Atlantis is white supremacy sweetie. Some are questioning it.

https://old.reddit.com/r/TheRightCantMeme/comments/xgpbna/im_confused/iot35iz/?sort=controversial

This has strong "this is what they took away from you white man" vibes but unironnicly

https://old.reddit.com/r/TheRightCantMeme/comments/xgpbna/im_confused/iot6stf/?sort=controversial

Brought to you by the same people who say the flag is about Southern heritage and not race 🙄

https://old.reddit.com/r/TheRightCantMeme/comments/xgpbna/im_confused/iot27mh/?sort=controversial

This has to be a joke

Like, no one is that fricking stupid

I live in the South and uh, I've got news for you.

Noooooo

This has to be satire

https://old.reddit.com/r/TheRightCantMeme/comments/xgpbna/im_confused/iotauyz/?sort=controversial

Obtained from here: https://rdrama.net/post/105305/bussylovers-ariel-meme-continues-to-spread

r/terriblefacebookmemes post

This is the grand wizard of racist mermaid memes

https://old.reddit.com/r/terriblefacebookmemes/comments/xgm4j1/wow/iosk6sd/

My Uncle literally just shared this on Facebook

https://old.reddit.com/r/terriblefacebookmemes/comments/xgm4j1/wow/ioson9y/

Whats next? They make Obama black?

https://old.reddit.com/r/terriblefacebookmemes/comments/xgm4j1/wow/iosoadt/

There is a serious propaganda movement online radicalizing disaffected white people, i see it on reddit everyday. It is concentrated and intentional

Remember rdrama is a criminal conspiracy according to Bardfinn.

https://old.reddit.com/r/terriblefacebookmemes/comments/xgm4j1/wow/iosljnz/

I love this meme. It's hilarious.

https://old.reddit.com/r/terriblefacebookmemes/comments/xgm4j1/wow/iosm5hz/

Those who refuse to recognize and make peace with their history are DOOMED to repeat it. The Civil War happened. The confederacy happened. The Klu Klux Democrats happened. Tearing all the statues of General Ribert E Lee down and banning the Stars and Bars and canceling people because their great great great grandparents maybe owned slaves is only going to ensure that those awful things happen again, so.ehow, in the future to your children.

https://old.reddit.com/r/terriblefacebookmemes/comments/xgm4j1/wow/iosywo8/

black panther should be white

https://old.reddit.com/r/terriblefacebookmemes/comments/xgm4j1/wow/iotlszi/

Obtained from here: https://rdrama.net/post/105332/bussylovers-bait-got-posted-on-another

r/politicalcompassmemes post

And if they're in Texas, FB can't delete it now

https://old.reddit.com/r/PoliticalCompassMemes/comments/xgyktp/what_the_hell_facebook/ioukbcx/

I mean I don’t really give a shit , I think people should be able to express their thoughts freely even though I may not agree with them

https://old.reddit.com/r/PoliticalCompassMemes/comments/xgyktp/what_the_hell_facebook/ioukv9k/

I’m disappointed in humanity, don’t engage in this controversy, watch Oldboy (2003) instead, Oldboy (2003) is something actually worth your time, this whole situation is worth shit.

https://old.reddit.com/r/PoliticalCompassMemes/comments/xgyktp/what_the_hell_facebook/ioullu8/

Obained from here: https://rdrama.net/post/105353/bussylovers-bait-post-made-it-to

It also reached a popular twitter account

Obtained from here: https://rdrama.net/post/105370/bussylover-got-a-popular-twitter-account

r/HistoryMemes post

Bait account threatened to call the police on anyone who threatened them on Facebook as the drama unfolded (GhostArchive Link)

Final update: https://rdrama.net/post/106375/final-update-on-the-facebook-mermaid

How'd I do with the writeup? Broken Links? Did I miss anything entertaining? Post it in the comments with a link and it will be added to the post.

President Yoon Suk-yeol of South Korea, who you might remember from my coverage of his lolcow wife, has run into a bit of a diplomatic scandal.

This ajussi thinks he has magical powers lmao.

Failures leading up to...

He went on a world tour that should have been a welcome escape from domestic politics given his low approval rating. But apparently his psychic powers aren't as good as he thinks. He failed to forsee everything going wrong that possibly could. First he went to London but missed Queen Elizabeth's funeral, blaming traffic for being late. Then it was on to the UN General Assembly, a place where all world leaders love to do a photo op and look dignified. He announced that he was going to have summit meetings with the Japanese PM and President Biden to b-word about Korea's grievances.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ec/BOOK_OF_CONDOLENCE_(52367854142).jpg/640px-BOOK_OF_CONDOLENCE_(52367854142).jpg

Signing the book of condolences after he failed to attend the funeral.

The Koreans want compensation for s*x slaves taken by the Japanese during WW2. The Japanese argue that they already paid massive amounts of reparations in exchange for the Koreans dropping all claims against them in 1965. Given that Korea never suffered the kind of devastation that China and the Philippines did, it really was a relatively sweet deal tbqh. So this is not a conversation that the Japanese wanted to have. They came out publicly saying that they had been talking about a possible summit but hadn't agreed to anything yet. In the end, Yoon managed to get a brief 30 minute meeting with the Japanese PM and no indication that the Korean demands are being taken seriously.

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Yoon wanted to meet Biden to whine about how the American "Inflation Reduction Act" will subsidize American automakers and damage imports of cheap piece of shit Korean cars. Of course Koreans only care about free trade when it goes one way. This is especially rich considering that the Koreans have for decades been finding whatever underhanded methods possible to block imports of luxury cars from the USA. Yoon managed to spend an entire 48 seconds speaking to Biden, once again ending up achieving nothing.

Insane people demonstrate against beef actually being affordable enough for them to eat.

...scandal

Just as he was leaving the meeting with Biden, he was caught on camera saying something like "It’d be humiliating for Biden if those jackasses/idiots/frickers in the legislature don’t pass it." Presumably he was talking about the US Congress not passing a bill that Biden supports. This caused a lot of embarrassment because while Koreans might like to irrationally chimp out at America at home from time to time, they know better than to have their leader insulting the US government at a diplomatic function.

Actual footage of the average Korean's reaction to this news.

Yoon went into damage control mode and came up with an explanation. He actually hadn't said "Biden", he'd said a word in Korean that sounds similar. He wasn't talking about the US legislature, he was talking about the Korean legislature. Of course that just means that he's offending the Korean legislature too now and nobody believes him anyway. As some random Korean Youtube commenter said, "Mistakes can be forgiven but lies cannot."

Unfortunately I cannot find anyone who will actually spell out what the profanity was. The best I can find is "국회 이 XX들이 승인 안 해주면 바이든이 쪽팔려서 어떡하냐" with the word in question censored and the audio is way too hard for me to make out even after it's been cleaned up.

Sources

I've covered everything worth saying, but if you want to look into this more, we have:

• AFP

• CNN

• Leftoid reporting

• Leftoid reporting on his excuse

• Leftoid editorial - When you've got me agreeing with Hankyoreh about foreign policy you know you've done something wrong.

• Centroid editorial - Basically saying the same things.

• Rightoid reporting - They're not any happier about it.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.

This hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Messiah. The Manlets had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Messiah would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Messiah had an adventure, found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours' respect, but he gained-well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

The mother of our particular hobbit... what is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be at in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it). Now you know enough to go on with. As I was saying, the mother of this hobbit - of Landlord Messiah, that is - was the fabulous Marsey, one of the three remarkable daughters of the Old Bussy, head of the hobbits who lived across The Water, the small river that ran at the foot of The Hill. It was often said (in other families) that long ago one of the Marsey ancestors must have taken a fairy wife. That was, of course, absurd, but certainly there was still something not entirely hobbit-like about them, - and once in a while members of the Bussy-clan would go and have adventures. They discreetly disappeared, and the family hushed it up; but the fact remained that the Marseys were not as respectable as the Manlets, though they were undoubtedly richer. Not that Marsey ever had any adventures after she became Mrs. Messiah. Bungo, that was Landlord's father, built the most luxurious hobbit-hole for her (and partly with her money) that was to be found either under The Hill or over The Hill or across The Water, and there they remained to the end of their days. Still it is probable that Landlord, her only son, although he looked and behaved exactly like a second edition of his solid and comfortable father, got something a bit queer in his makeup from the Bussy side, something that only waited for a chance to come out. The chance never arrived, until Landlord Messiah was grown up, being about fifty years old or so, and living in the beautiful hobbit-hole built by his father, which I have just described for you, until he had in fact apparently settled down immovably.

By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Landlord Messiah was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed) - Pizzashill came by. Pizzashill! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort I of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion. He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Bussy died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on business of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls.

All that the unsuspecting Landlord saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which a white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots. "Good morning!" said Landlord, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Pizzashill looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. "What do you mean?" be said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is morning to be good on?"

"All of them at once," said Landlord. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. If you have a pipe about you, sit down and have a fill of mine! There's no hurry, we have all the day before us!" Then Landlord sat down on a seat by his door, crossed his legs, and blew out a beautiful grey ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over The Hill.

"Very pretty!" said Pizzashill. "But I have no time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone."

I should think so - in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can't think what anybody sees in them, said our Mr. Messiah, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring. Then he Bussy out his morning letters, and begin to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away. But the old man did not move. He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Landlord got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross.

"Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.

"What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Pizzashill. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off."

"Not at all, not at all, my dear sir! Let me see, I don't think I know your name?"

"Yes, yes, my dear sir - and I do know your name, Mr. Landlord Messiah. And you do know my name, though you don't remember that I belong to it. I am Pizzashill, and Pizzashill means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Marsey Bussy's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!" "Pizzashill, Pizzashill! Good gracious me! Not the wandering wizard that gave Old Bussy a pair of magic diamond studs that fastened themselves and never came undone till ordered? Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows' sons? Not the man that used to make such particularly excellent fireworks! I remember those! Old Bussy used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Splendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!" You will notice already that Mr. Messiah was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers. "Dear me!" she went on. "Not the Pizzashill who was responsible for so many quiet lads and lasses going off into the Blue for mad adventures. Anything from climbing trees to visiting Elves - or sailing in ships, sailing to other shores! Bless me, life used to be quite inter - I mean, you used to upset things badly in these parts once upon a time. I beg your pardon, but I had no idea you were still in business." "Where else should I be?" said the wizard. "All the same I am pleased to find you remember something about me. You seem to remember my fireworks kindly, at any rate, land that is not without hope. Indeed for your old grand-father Bussy's sake, and for the sake of poor Marsey, I will give you what you asked for."

"I beg your pardon, I haven't asked for anything!"

"Yes, you have! Twice now. My pardon. I give it you. In fact I will go so far as to send you on this adventure. Very amusing for me, very good for you and profitable too, very likely, if you ever get over it."

"Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning!

But please come to tea - any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow!

Good-bye!"

With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seen rude. Wizards after all are wizards.

"What on earth did I ask him to tea for!" he said to him-self, as he went

to the pantry. He had only just had break fast, but he thought a cake or two and a drink of something would do him good after his fright. Pizzashill in the meantime was still standing outside the door, and laughing long but quietly. After a while he stepped up, and with the spike of his staff scratched a queer sign on the hobbit's beautiful green front-door. Then he strode away, just about the time when Landlord was finishing his second cake and beginning to think that he had escape adventures very well.

The next day he had almost forgotten about Pizzashill. He did not remember things very well, unless he put them down on his Engagement Tablet: like this:

Pizzashill 'a Wednesday. Yesterday he had been too flustered to do anything of the kind. Just before tea-time there came a tremendous ring on the front-door bell, and then he remembered! He rushed and put on the kettle, and put out another cup and saucer and an extra cake or two, and ran to the door. "I am so sorry to keep you waiting!" he was going to say, when he saw that it was not Pizzashill at all. It was a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt, and very bright eyes under his dark-green hood. As soon a the door was opened, he pushed inside, just as if he had been expected. He hung his hooded cloak on the nearest peg, and "Dramamine at your service!" he said with a low bow.

"Landlord Messiah at yours!" said the hobbit, too surprised to ask any questions for the moment. When the silence that followed had become uncomfortable, he added: "I am just about to take tea; pray come and have some with me." A little stiff perhaps, but he meant it kindly. And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?

They had not been at table long, in fact they had hardly reached the third cake, when there came another even louder ring at the bell. "Excuse me!" said the hobbit, and off he went to the door. "So you have got here at last!" was what he was going to say to Pizzashill this time. But it was not Pizzashill. Instead there was a very old-looking dwarf on the step with a white beard and a scarlet hood; and he too hopped inside as soon as the door was open, just as if he had been invited. "I see they have begun to arrive already," he said when he caught sight of Dramamine's green hood hanging up. He hung his red one next to it, and "911roofer at your service!" he said with his hand on his breast.

"Thank you!" said Landlord with a gasp. It was not the correct thing to say, but they have begun to arrive had flustered him badly. He liked visitors, but he liked to know them before they arrived, and he preferred to ask them himself. He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short, and then he-as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it however painful-he might have to go without.

"Come along in, and have some tea!" he managed to say after taking a deep breath.

"A little beer would suit me better, if it is all the same to you, my good sir," said 911roofer with the white beard. "But I don't mind some cake-seed-cake, if you have any."

"Lots!" Landlord found himself answering, to his own surprise; and he found himself scuttling off, too, to the cellar to fill a pint beer-mug, and to the pantry to fetch two beautiful round seed-cakes which he had baked that afternoon for his after-supper morsel.

When he got back 911roofer and Dramamine were talking at the table like old friends (as a matter of fact they were brothers). Landlord plumped down the beer and the cake in front of them, when loud came a ring at the bell again, and then another ring.

"Pizzashill for certain this time," he thought as he puffed along the passage. But it was not. It was two more dwarves, both with blue hoods, silver belts, and yellow beards; and each of them carried a bag of tools and a spade. In they hopped, as soon as the door began to open-Landlord was hardly surprised at all.

"What can I do for you, my dwarves?" he said. "Edbutteredtoast at your service!"

said the one. "And Snallygaster!" added the other; and they both swept off their blue hoods and bowed.

"At yours and your family's!" replied Landlord, remembering his manners this time.

"Dramamine and 911roofer here already, I see," said Edbutteredtoast. "Let us join the throng!"

"Throng!" thought Mr. Messiah. "I don't like the sound of that. I really must sit down for a minute and collect my wits, and have a drink." He had only just had a sip-in the corner, while the four dwarves sat around the table, and talked about mines and gold and troubles with the goblins, and the depredations of dragons, and lots of other things which he did not understand, and did not want to, for they sounded much too adventurous-when, ding-dong-a-ling-' dang, his bell rang again, as if some naughty little hobbit-boy was trying to pull the handle off. "Someone at the door!" he said, blinking. "Some four, I should say by the sound," said Snallygaster. "Be-sides, we saw them coming along behind us in the distance."

The poor little hobbit sat down in the hall and put his head in his hands, and wondered what had happened, and what was going to happen, and whether they would all stay to supper. Then the bell rang again louder than ever, and he had to run to the door. It was not four after all, it was FIVE. Another dwarf had come along while he was wondering in the hall. He had hardly turned the knob, be-x)re they were all inside, bowing and saying "at your service" one after another. Colin_Robinson, Chiobu, Chapose,HardIsLife, and MarseyIsMyWaifu were their names; and very soon two purple hoods, a grey hood, a brown hood, and a white hood were hanging on the pegs, and off they marched with their broad hands stuck in their gold and silver belts to join the others. Already it had almost become a throng. Some called for ale, and some for porter, and one for coffee, and all of them for cakes; so the hobbit was kept very busy for a while. A big jug of coffee bad just been set in the hearth, the seed-cakes were gone, and the dwarves were starting on a round of buttered scones, when there came-a loud knock. Not a ring, but a hard rat-tat on the hobbit's beautiful green door. Somebody was banging with a stick!

Landlord rushed along the passage, very angry, and altogether bewildered and bewuthered-this was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered. He pulled open the door with a jerk, and they all fell in, one on top of the other. More dwarves, four more! And there was Pizzashill behind, leaning on his staff and laughing. He had made quite a dent on the beautiful door; he had also, by the way, knocked out the secret mark that he had put there the morning before. "Carefully! Carefully!" he said. "It is not like you, Landlord, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce Eleganza, Aevann, Maydaymemer, and especially Carpathian!" "At your service!" said Eleganza, Aevann, and Maydaymemer standing in a row. Then they hung up two yellow hoods and a pale green one; and also a sky-blue one with a long silver tassel. This last belonged to Carpathian, an enormously important dwarf, in fact no other than the great Carpathianflorist himself, who was not at all pleased at falling flat on Landlord's mat with Eleganza, Aevann, and Maydaymemer on top of him. For one thing Maydaymemer was immensely fat and heavy. Carpathian indeed was very haughty, and said nothing about service; but poor Mr. Messiah said he was sorry so many times, that at last he grunted "pray don't mention it," and stopped frowning.

"Now we are all here!" said Pizzashill, looking at the row of thirteen hoods-the best detachable party hoods-and his own hat hanging on the pegs. "Quite a merry gathering!

I hope there is something left for the late-comers to eat and drink! What's that? Tea! No thank you! A little red wine, I think, for me." "And for me," said Carpathian. "And raspberry jam and apple-tart," said Eleganza. "And mince-pies and cheese," said Aevann. "And pork-pie and salad," said Maydaymemer. "And more cakes-and ale-and coffee, if you don't mind," called the other dwarves through the door.

"Put on a few eggs, there's a good fellow!" Pizzashill called after him, as

the hobbit stumped off to the pantries. "And just bring out the cold chicken and pickles!"

"Seems to know as much about the inside of my larders as I do myself!" thought Mr. Messiah, who was feeling positively flummoxed, and was beginning to wonder whether a most wretched adventure had not come right into his house. By the time he had got all the bottles and dishes and knives and forks and glasses and plates and spoons and things piled up on big trays, he was getting very hot, and red in the face, and annoyed.

"Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!" he said aloud. "Why don't they come and lend a hand?" Lo and behold! there stood 911roofer and Dramamine at the door of the kitchen, and Snallygaster and Edbutteredtoast behind them, and before he could say knife they had whisked the trays and a couple of small tables into the parlour and set out everything afresh.

Pizzashill sat at the head of the party with the thirteen, dwarves all round: and Landlord sat on a stool at the fireside, nibbling at a biscuit (his appetite was quite taken away), and trying to look as if this was all perfectly ordinary and. not in the least an adventure. The dwarves ate and ate, and talked and talked, and time got on. At last they pushed their chairs back, and Landlord made a move to collect the plates and glasses. "I suppose you will all stay to supper?" he said in his politest unpressing tones. "Of course!" said Carpathian. "And after. We shan't get through the business till late, and we must have some music first. Now to clear up!" Thereupon the twelve dwarves-not Carpathian, he wa