A man raising a daughter is the ultimate cuck. I cannot think or comprehend of anything more cucked than having a daughter. Honestly, think about it rationally. You are feeding, clothing, raising, and rearing a girl for at least 18-21 years solely so she can go and get ravaged by another man. All the hard work you put into your beautiful little girl - reading her stories at bedtime, making her go to sports practice, making sure she had a healthy diet, educating her, playing with her. All of it has one simple result: her body is more enjoyable for other men.

Raised the perfect girl? Great. Who benefits? If you're lucky, a random man who had nothing to do with the way she grew up, marries her. He gets to ravage her every night. He gets the benefits of her kind and sweet personality that came from the way you raised her.

As a man who has a daughter, you are literally dedicating at least 20 years of your life simply to raise a girl for another man to enjoy. It is the ultimate and final cuck! Think about it logically.

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Hello. Some of you already know me because I work with you at the hospital. Admittedly, I've been more involved in research than actual practice as of late, but with the growing number of troubled youths in town, I've decided to open my own therapy practice. It will be open to anyone, but with an emphasis on teens. We seem to have so many with so many struggles.

My name is Dr. Melanie Scroggins.

Hey everyone, it's Kare. I'm here for to drop a healthy dose of hard truth so buckle up and try to expand your mind. So today I'm going to be talking about an issue that actually hits really close to home and I feel very strongly about.

Why Interracial Relations are destroying humanity.

Before you get all up in arms, let me explain something. This is not coming from a place of hate at all. This is me examining the facts and coming to some very real realizations.

Let's just start with the obvious and in my opinion, the most problematic coupling; white and black. Both races are beautiful, dynamic, unique, and contribute very different things to society.

Black people. What do you think of when you think of successful black people? You think basketball, you think performance, you think entertainment. These people are amazing athletes. They're hilarious. They're music -- barring gangsta rap, is some of the best I've ever heard. Michael Jackson? Yes, please.

What do you think of when you think of successful white people? Intellects, architects, educators, CEOs, millionaires, billionaires, world leaders, beautiful women, people who have shaped the world into what it is today.

This is what we contribute separately and it's vitalthat we have both. When we mix races, we dilute what makes each of us great as individuals. White women compliment white men because white women know what white men need to thrive because we're the same. Just like black women understand and can provide whatever it is black men need to do what they do. When a black woman tries to take the place of a white woman and tries to take care of a white man, she's taking care of literally another species than her own. Just because you can still reproduce mixed races babies, doesn't mean you should.

And again, this is not coming from a place of hate. I actually think blacks are super fun under the right circumstances. But unless we want to start moving whites to the ghetto and blacks into Beverly Hills, maybe it's time to just hit pause for a moment and really think of what the long term damage interspecies breeding has on our society.

That's all.

Anyway, I hope you liked the video. Comment below No hate please!

Great news. Jason and I worked it out, we're back together.

So I haven't seen any adoption places here so far? I really really want to adopt so does anyone know how I do that?

Jason moved in with Janice, but we're doing counseling. I can't believe this happened. I thought we were happy. He's of course being his normal sweet self. I can't even hate him because he's trying so hard not to hurt me. I don't know how to win him back.

Let me ask you all a question.

My idea of a friend is when you do a lotta things together and have a lotta fun, but my definition of love is different. You touch and hold each other and you only want to be alone clinging to each other... but maybe I'm old fashioned. So for all of you people, do you have friends that you hug and kiss and maybe even more but you call "just friends"?

ETA: Also would you live with them and share a bed?

[She comes home from her shift at the hospital at 4am and Jason isn't there.]
Jason
Where are you? [She already knows, though. It's unsettling.]

[This video with this music!



[Mouse is 13 sitting across a desk from Seth. Seth nods his head slowly.]
To be clear, I asked you to do me a favor and you're saying no, thank you.
[Mouse squirms a little in his seat, anxious of what's to come. He tries to explain.]
I can't.

You can't what?

I can't -- I can't cut someone's eyes.

You physically cannot?

Yes. No, I mean I just can't. Please. No, thank you.

[Seth lunges across the table a split second later, grabbing Mouse by his collar and dragging him across the desk to face him.]
No, thank you. [Seth hisses through his teeth and drags the boy down the hall. He opens a chest and throws Mouse in. He locks it. Mouse screams and begs to be set free.]

I'll be back in a few days. You think about what you've done, Mr. Cratchit.]

[Mouse is sixteen. He and Cole are wrapping a crying man in chains. Dorian takes a last drag from his cigarette before flicking it away. He kneels down next to the man.]

Please. Please don't do this. I'll never touch her again, I swear. Never. Tell Seth I learned my lesson. I'll never do it again!

I know. [Dorian pats the man's cheek and rises up again. Brick hitches the chain to the back of a truck. Mouse pours gasoline over the man's body and climbs into the driver's seat. Dorian, Brick, Oatie and Cole climb into the back of the pickup.]

Gun it. [Dorian orders. Mouse starts speeding, the man screams behind them. Oatie aims his lit cigarette at the body and flicks. The man ignites into flames.]


[Mouse is doing his homework and gets a text from Seth to meet him at his house. The boy goes immediately. Seth has a report card in front of him.]
What do we say to D marks, Mouse?

[Mouse doesn't answer right away.]
I'm doing extra credit.

Don't make me ask again.

[Mouse blinks slowly and swallows hard.]
No, thank you.

[Seth smiles. He gets up and walks out of the room. Mouse follows. They enter a room and then Mouse panicks. He tries to run. Seth grabs him and shoves him in the chest.]
No, thank you.

[Mouse is 18. He's standing in front of a family of four who kneel before him, Dorian, Oatie, Pat, Cole, Agnes, and Camellia. Brick is beating a man to death in front of them. Once he's dead, Dorian asks for the next volunteer. The woman sobs uncontrollably. Agnes slits her throat. Dorian picks another at random and smashes in their head with a bat. Cole shoots one in the knee. Mouse gets a text from Seth. They all stop.]
He says leave one. [Cole shrugs and shoots the one untouched in the head. Pat complains loudly that blood splashed on his banana. He groans as he tries to eat around it and decides he can't.]

What did they even do? [Cam asks as she kicks the injured one left in his wound.]

I don't ask questions. [Mouse replies. They ride away.]

[Montage of the Hooligans beating people, some to death. They mutilate others. There are several shots of Mouse being thrown into a chest only to be released days later covered in his own waste and vomit.

Final scene: Mouse is 19. Seth calls them all into a dinner meeting. When the meal finishes, Seth stabs Oatie in the back of the head with a knife and has them dispose of the body. All of the Hooligans are visibly shaken, save for Pat.

Fade to black.]

Can I talk to you about something? Just between two besties?

Hi, it's Cady. I'm at the hospital right now with Dorian. He says he fell and broke his arm. Normally, I would let him go but since he is a minor and this is the second time in a few days that he's come here with injuries from "falling", I thought I'd reach out. Now he says he was just dizzy from his concussion so if that's true, I'd just keep him on bedrest for the next few days and see if his condition improves. Come back if his condition worsens.

So now that school is in again, we need to have some hard discussions. My daughter is a local and I don't think she belongs with Displaced children. Locals have special needs, I don't want her to have to try to live up to Displaced children's standards and I don't want her to slow down the Displaced kids progress either. I have two Displaced sons and honestly, being at school should be their time to thrive in a safe environment. I move that we have two separate but equal schools.