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The Art of Coping with Unfathomable Rage in Infuriating Times

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26.03.2026

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The Art of Coping with Unfathomable Rage in Infuriating Times

A wise man once said that rage is merely depression turned outward. I don’t know what that motherfucker’s name was, but I’d like to rip his fucking head off and kick it through a stained-glass window because outward is exactly where my depression belongs right now more than ever before.

I have spent most of my life feeling like a possessed pervert because the same priests who raped me as a child taught me that my gender identity made me a sexual predator just like them and now it turns out that every billionaire financing campaigns that teach the public the same horseshit was also raping kids with Jeffrey Epstein and probably getting blackmailed by his Zionist masters into bombing little girls for playing hopscotch-while-Arab in the process.

I would argue that rage is actually a perfectly healthy response to the depths of depravity that we dare to call “civilization” right now. We are living in a world governed by competing cabals of bloodsucking vampires, bleeding us all dry of our dignity while they set fire to the rainforest and break the innocent for kicks by the firelight. This is not normal, this is not OK, and I am getting more than a little tired of people telling me to calm down while they traffic in sedation as ‘self-care’ during apocalyptic times.

I am very well versed in the martial art of self-care. The abuse I suffered at an appallingly young age forced me to divide myself into five distinct dissociative identities as a means of coping with the danger I was in. The intellectual elites over at the DSM have the nerve to call this state a “disorder” but it is actually a lot closer to the kind of disciplined spiritual self-care practiced by Tibetan Tulpamancers for thousands of years in the isolated monasteries of the Himalayas.

I exist in constant communication with a cadre of grievously wounded inner children. I spend hours every single day engaged in deeper levels of self-care than you armchair psychologists could even begin to comprehend and the number one problem that I deal with is the fact that everything in the news right now leads us straight back to the smalltown rectory where we were........

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