Ragefuel at the gym today (again)
Posted: 09 Oct 2025, 12:49
As may of the comrades here know, I am assiduous in my efforts to musclemax, gymmax and attain a physique worthy of a valiant Mujahedeen warrior and one which is befitting the commanding officer of the IPF. Regrettably, I am frequently faced with indescribable episodes of disgusting degeneracy at my local gym that greatly enhance my already substantial contempt for normies.
Today, whilst performing my chest routine and attaining heroic and legendary lifts that were comparable to those of Beowulf from Norse Legends, I observed what I subjectively, but very reasonably considered to be a slightly above average foid with a body symmetry and physique commensurate with and comparable to my own. I based this appraisal on objective aesthetic metrics which any man of reason and probity could agree with. As she performed her disgracefully weak lifts whilst wearing highly revealing Yoga pants in a shameless and promiscuous manner as befits a common whore, a large, obviously Steroid-maxxed body builder type Giga Chad sauntered up to her in the insolent way which such paragons of degeneracy usually comport themselves.
I initially expected this bestial and brutish Chad to either walk past a foid so obviously inferior to both his facial aesthetics as well as his Adonis like bodily perfection but, to my astonishment and immeasurable horror, he was actually her boyfriend. This type of phenomena occurs frequently in my gym whereby average or slightly above average foids are attended to by paragons of masculinity and incomparable physicality.
Having such depredations inflicted upon me at such regular intervals both serves to reinforce the validity and certitude of the Blackpill and likewise is enough to inspire even the most restrained of incel men to contemplate traveling to the enchanted and mystical Himalayan wilderness of the northern territories of Pakistan, taking up an AK-47 and joining the mighty men of the Mujahedeen in Lashkar e-Taiba. Inshallah.
Today, whilst performing my chest routine and attaining heroic and legendary lifts that were comparable to those of Beowulf from Norse Legends, I observed what I subjectively, but very reasonably considered to be a slightly above average foid with a body symmetry and physique commensurate with and comparable to my own. I based this appraisal on objective aesthetic metrics which any man of reason and probity could agree with. As she performed her disgracefully weak lifts whilst wearing highly revealing Yoga pants in a shameless and promiscuous manner as befits a common whore, a large, obviously Steroid-maxxed body builder type Giga Chad sauntered up to her in the insolent way which such paragons of degeneracy usually comport themselves.
I initially expected this bestial and brutish Chad to either walk past a foid so obviously inferior to both his facial aesthetics as well as his Adonis like bodily perfection but, to my astonishment and immeasurable horror, he was actually her boyfriend. This type of phenomena occurs frequently in my gym whereby average or slightly above average foids are attended to by paragons of masculinity and incomparable physicality.
Having such depredations inflicted upon me at such regular intervals both serves to reinforce the validity and certitude of the Blackpill and likewise is enough to inspire even the most restrained of incel men to contemplate traveling to the enchanted and mystical Himalayan wilderness of the northern territories of Pakistan, taking up an AK-47 and joining the mighty men of the Mujahedeen in Lashkar e-Taiba. Inshallah.