Prove me wrong.

From the the year 1885 to 1900 the value of the USD went up from 30x current value to 215x current value

This represents an increase in value sevenfold.

The Sherman antitrust act passed in 1890 broke down giants Standard Oil and US Steel into dozens of subsidiary companies, stimulating competition, but not unchecked competition.

These companies were still held by titans JP Morgan and John D. Rockefeller, and their management was run carefully so that competition did bot get out of hand, allowing maximum gross product at the expense of neither the customer nor the corporation.

If we allowed companies to reconsolidate, and then broke them down again, we could recreate the conditions that created a spike in capital value growth unparalleled in recent history.

However, these are the same conditions that led to over speculation on the stock market, causing the great depression, and brokers seems to have learned nothing since then, so its a toss up.

I can no longer say the word 'damn' without promptly following it up with 'daniel'

It's getting harder and harder to believe that he's not just George Bush in black face.

The Hunger Games
Game of Thrones
The Walking Dead
Breaking Bad

All of which I acknowledge are, or probably are quality, but I can't get into them.

Too many people shit their pants over this stuff, and its not so much that I don't want to give them a shot, its that I don't want to associate myself with the retards who go crazy over it, because frankly most of them are missing 99% of the artistic value, and I just know that listening to them talk about it would piss me off even more if they were gawking about it for all the wrong reasons.

It's part of what makes liking Star Wars so hard these days, nobody fucking gets almost all of the deeper meaning of the stories. Even the producers are missing most of what made the OT so great.

So a bunch of pseudointellectuals are ruining the philisophical aspects of the stories that have defined our generation with half cocked pontifications on art.

Philistines.

>start talking
>great sense of humor
>cute laugh
>go on a few dates
>through casual political conversation find out she hates Muslims
>start committing hate crimes together
>make love in your car across the street from a burning mosque
>continue for a few months
>one night she's on her laptop
>she shuts it quickly when she sees you
>ask what she was doing
>nothing.jpg
>grab the laptop and open it
>sep7agon.net
>account 'ChallengerX'

And that's when I realized that my best friend was also the love of my life.

Prove me wrong.

But Ieast least know Septy would be basic.

When Jew changes the word filter back, all the threads will remain fucked up.

Thou hast done this day a splendid ruse.

Thou art truly mastery of trickery.

Updoot if thine users dost agree verily with these results by which our word filter hath been compromised!

Servers are becoming unavailable on a somewhat regular basis.

Almost like we're being DDoS'd

Is there some usually heavy site traffic or is this a server error that requires maintenance?

Some new categories are

•Popular like John Stamos was in high school

•Recently added by John Stamos

•New Releases that suffer from a distinct lack of John Stamos

•Trending now like John Stamos

•John Stamos' top picks for you

Sorry, the admin has not yet brought the print button back. Please send him PMs until he does it.

>tru is a mod
>check the date

Nice try Cheat.

I was listening to Spotify when I song I know well, Ten, by Yellowcard came on.

For some reason, it clicked with me tonight that the song is about his child (I imagine daughter) who was never born, where before I had only heard nostalgic lyrics and a catchy melody, I found something much deeper.

That may or may not be what the song is actually about, but this is what hit me.

Then the upbeat chorus came back on and I tried to sing along, but found myself breaking up, tearing up, and within moments, sobbing as I walked down the street.

It's so beautiful that someone could love a child who never existed so much, and so unfair that so many children who are born never really know love at all.

At this point I had to stop in an alley to get myself together, much of this comprised of sitting on the ground holding my knees and rocking back and forth.

I stepped out of the alley to view the world in disgust. My disgust was brief, as it quickly turned into self pity.

The tears came and went for the remainder of my walk home, accompanied by grasps for answers from an absent father and a drunkard mother (even worse when my father stopped being absent and my mother started I learned my father was a drunk too), and thoughts of suicide.

About a three blocks from home I stood in the middle of the road as a car careened down the street, barreling toward me to end my miserable life, when I pussied out, not because I couldn't bring myself to it, but because I thought that was a very selfish way to go. Somebody else would have to live with that forever.

With each passing day these breakdowns are coming more frequently and more intensely, and I'm afraid I'll need to seek help soon.

I've been off of my meds since Christmas (I promised the Navy I wouldn't pursue any further psychological help and I didn't need my meds, but then some kinks have waylaid the shit out of my enrollment, perhaps even suspended it indefinitely) and I don't think I can do it anymore.

What should I do?

Let me rephrase that.

Oh god, somebody please help me.