You won't survive the revolution.

So this is the truth. You won't survive. You won't thrive. You'll be shot into a ditch. This is the truth. The extremes on both sides need to die. But you're not on the right side. You've been funneled into the kill box. When the civil war hits, you'll be culled in the first few days. The left will suss you out and you'll be shot in the head and put into a ditch. Or you'll be shot in the head by the right for being a coward and not fighting.<br><br>You have no family. No friends. You have no will to live. You won't even move out of your piece of shit studio apartment to escape the coming massacre.<br><br>You will be the first to die. You will be swept away with the rest of the garbage. You will not survive. You will not thrive. You will be dead. And your cringey pseudoscience words of coping will be of no comfort to you as the dirt is being poured into your grave.<br><br>The extremes on both sides will die. But you're not the extreme that will live. You're not the extreme that will thrive. You're the extreme that will die. You will not survive. You will be shot. You will be dragged to a ditch and you will be covered in dirt. And the few remaining blackpilled people will disappear into the wilderness. You will not survive. You will not thrive. You will not reproduce. You will not move out of your studio apartment. You will be cut out. You will be swept away. You will be dead. <br><br>And then we will have peace. And we won't even remember you. You will not survive.