Attention, bungled and botched fodder. You have entered the lair of the Almighty Ubermensch, the Grand Son-of-a-Cossack who makes Goethe look like a second rate intellect. You hereby acknowledge my supremacy because I own your ass and your family. If you're a typical, retarded Western devil, don't even bother messaging me unless you can come up with something clever or in agreement to my (absolute) views.

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In my veins these colors are melded.





FUCK WESTERN DEGENERACY! I BELONG WHERE MY BLOOD IS FROM!

Leytsya rekoyu bezvinnaya krov' patriotov,
Krov' nashey rasy i yeyo luchshikh synov.
Eto bor'ba vo imya svyashchennoi Yevropy.
Slava pobede, slavyane.

'Bout me:
I'm an introverted nerd with eccentric interests. People of lower biological rank than me bore me to a psychotic stupor. I'm the type of person who would rather sit at home and philosophize, daydream, and impress myself with my creative genius, or just read a book than go out to degenerate public attractions---those things bore the living fuck out of me (for the most part, anyway). Oh, yes, and I hate going to malls unless I really need/want something. I hate malls. They suck.

I'm open-minded to an extent, but if I think you're wrong, I'll rectify it and make you look like an idiot in the process if I want to. I am quite opinionated and although I may seem iimpertinent at times when voicing them, I couldn't care less if you think I'm an (insert pejorative word here which ostensibly mangles my feelings). I like to evaluate things objectively; ambiguity and politcal correctness drive me nuts. And no, I'm not mean, just anxious and to-the-point. I am self-absorbed (it's something I can't help that comes with my introverted nature--you're most likely an idiot anyway if you interpret it as a Meanie H. McPrickersson attitude)) but that doesn't mean I'm selfish. If I get to know you well enough and find that you're above normal, I can be the most generous person. I dislike small talk for the most part, but I'll engage in it if I'm in an unusually happy mood--which is hardly ever.

It's nothing unusual that some people dislike being tired and cranky, but I absolutely hate it. When perturbed while in this condition, I unpredictably explode and wreak monstrous havoc on the agitator. The punitive damages imparted are usually carried out by clenched fist or nearby object. Oh, and I'm a no-bullshit kind of guy--but you knew that already. I'm an oppressive tyrant (sometimes) who hardly puts up with mawkish Chuck E. Cheese bullshit.

I like to work out and eat healthy; organics are ideal. Nothing beats an entree of pickled peppers, caviar, rye bread, and mushrooms all washed down with a little kvass

I'm up for trying anything edible

I'm potable as fuck and prefer the Russian fire water on the rocks

I like to joke even when serious issues arise

I'm a practical person...

But I dont like menial labor lol

I'm not religious. However, I have a deistic/agnostic teleological view and I'm existentialist. I'm iconoclastic and madness and bipolarism drive me.

I can be fairly neurotic at times and I have my odd impulses. Once I get into something, I become entirely engrossed in it.

"Mark-such a smart guy, it kinda scares me" --Shexysgt


Nietzsche, the philosopher to end all philosophy. Der Wille Zur Macht! The Will to Power.

TAKE THIS LITTLE TEST IF YOU''RE HAVING DOUBTS ABOUT YOUR SMARTS. I'VE CREATED THIS PERFECT GUAGE FOR DIAGNOSING IDIOCY.

IF MORE THAN 3 OF THESE APPLY TO YOU, YOU SHOULD RE-EXAMINE YOURSELF, DU SCHWUL!

You find Friends (the show) hilarious
You think bumper stickers are clever
You're zealously and piously religious
You think McChickens are healthy
You like WWF wrestling
You think gemstones have magical healing properties
You smell your own shit
You're a jock that plays football
You recite knock-knock jokes
You think it's cool and "gangsta" to make signs with your hands
You think you're better than person x because you have brand name clothes
You have every 50 cent album
You think Die Hard Tryin' is a good game
You regularly brag that you got high over the weekend!!!! SHUT UP! SHUT UP, NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR CANABIS-FIENDING RETARDATION!! IMPARTING ME WITH THE DETAILS OF YOUR SMOKE SESSION AND DELUSIONS THEROF, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES, YOU WILL NOT BE ENNOBLED, JACK ASS!
You believe in magic
You fail miserably at everything
You had unprotected sex and wonder why you got STD x
You like Vin Diesel
You don't know where Russia is
You're an avid football fan. Fuck, I hate it.
You believe in Creationism
You're a pussy, liberal egalitarian
You're illiterate
You use emoticons excessivley
You spell like an idiot on purpose (ur, your instead of you're, etc)
You think the earth is flat
You're Indian... ahah just kidding
You believe in Popoff miracle water
You believe in romance
You think you can dig a hole to China
You don't know your multiplication tables
You can't make Mac n' Cheese
You look at reviews for the product you bought AFTER you bought it
You eat McDonald's every second day
You think Bush is really smart
You thought Terry Schiavo deserved to live
You collect stamps
You play with action figures
You jack up your car stereo all the way in public places
You own a Nokia N-Gage
You think farting noises are funny
You think Einstein was the smartest man ever
You're obsessed with anime
You're a proselytizer
You're a telemarketer
You use the phrase "and stuff" often
You talk shit behind people's backs
You're a poindexter
You like clowns
You think Olive Garden is authentic Italian
You watch American Idol
You think Fear Factor is real (no it's not FUCKING real--it's stupid!)
You take the crust off your bread
You're infatuated with a celebrity which you'll never have
You think Hayden Christensen is a good actor
You like Roseanne. Why do they air this shit still?
You exclusively listen to rap/hip hop
You think AIDS is spread by mosquitos
You believe in the myth that we only use 10 percent of our brains (heh maybe you do)
You utter yo mamma jokes
You eat Oreos all the time
You drive like a maniac to impress your friends
You've worked at a fast-food restaurant for more than 2 years
You frown upon studious nerds
You like MTV
You think internet IQ tests are real
You've signed up for highiqsociety (pay 70 dollars for basic membership? Scam.)
You don't know how many Aleutian islands there are (kidding)
You smoke because you think it's cool
You watch Dr. Phil
You watch movies all the time
You don't know the basics of a computer when you work on one every day
You believe in black magic and Wicca
You pass around chain mail. Stupid as hell
You think ebaumsworld is awesome
You're an avid baseball fan
You believe in mythological figures
You think tuna is chicken (heh Jessica Simpson thought that. Stupid bitch)
You like Jessica Simpson
You promptly buy "fat free" products
You complain about pizza toppings (this pisses me off more than anything. Can't you take them off? Appreciate it at least, you worthless, driveling SHITHEAD!)
You're too lazy to flush the toilet
You don't bother washing your hands after usage of toilet
You're an all-around slacker
You can't write legibly
You're a pseudointellectual who likes to use big words all the time and sound grandiloquent in conversations
You refer to swing sets as "jungle gyms"
You overuse the term "nigger"
You pout and bitch all the time about the current political agenda
You trick-or-treat when you're 17
You nod in affirmation to everything you hear
You don't know your address
You light fires for fun
You think you're cool wielding a weapon
You think kanji is cool and "exotic"
You don't pay attention in class
You try to evade cops
You don't know how to operate a microwave
You argue over which clothes company is better
You eat toothpaste
You're a nihilist

I like to listen to techno, classical, and just about any other type of music that titillates my ear canals with harmonic waves which induce elevated states of awareness; I enjoy reading non-fiction mags and science novels;literature classics, some of my favourite authors being Dostoyevsky, Stephen King, Daniel Boorstin, Tolstoy; Western philosophy; learning languages (I speak several); engaging in repartee with internet cretins; playing video games once in a while; getting drunk and spouting off spontaneous bullshit; stuffing myself with food until I'm virtually immobilized; petting my cat Scruffy (super awesome, he is) and pretending he's my sentient Tamagochi; sipping tea like a priggish Gloucester duke; writing down whatever comes to my head as I imagine myself in the mind of William Wordsworth; violent, chaotic scenes; pride wrestling; boxing; trivia; Rammstein; computers!

If you do not concur with the degree of awesomeness of the following exhibits, get a log of shit and use it as a tongue supressant, degenerate!

Russian tanks are awesome. Soviet powah supreme! Russians. Keeping the fascist pricks on the other side of the Volga since 1942, unilaterally repelling the greatest invasion in human history even against insermountable odds.



This is a drug in harmonic wave form which gives me the musical penis envy.

Strongest man in the world. He's big, he's Polish, he's... Mariusz Pudzianowski (say that 5 times fast)! 3-time world's strongest man champion. Damn, you should see this guy. He makes all the other strong men participants look like little boys with muscular dystrophy.


Can there be a more perfect fighter? This guy attends all of his fights wired and pissed off at something--I swear! I don't know what he's mad at, but it sure is entertaining when he relentlessly pounds the shit out of his opponents with his lightning fast hammer fists. And if he doesn't finish the job standing up, he can dish out his commando sambo and make his challenger piteously squirm into submission. Either way, he always wins. With a 14-0 record, this Russian bear of a man, Fyodor Emelianenko, reigns as the current Grand Prix and PFC champion. Sometimes I wonder if he's part machine, because most of his victories were before the 2nd round, and he only had a few decent challenges. Namely, from Mirko Cro Cop (also awesome) and the Iron Head Fujita.


Okay, this is a little weird of me to be bragging about tea, but me and tea have been co-dependent on each other for a while now. Tea is my pal who keeps me awake on those long, porn-viewing nights and arduous homework days. Tea is my campanion who likes to go smoothly down my esophagus and come out of my wyvern after a long, slippery journey in my gastric sausage tubing. Tea kicks multitudes of rump, and if you have any prejudgmental, stereotopyical images running through your head such as priggish, royal snobs in foppish attire sipping from tiny cups who pet their lapdogs all the time, you're dumb. Tea bests lots of things, including you. I'm addicted to it like a rock trafficker is to to the infamous china white. I tea it up in in the morning, midday, and I drink a half pail of it just before I go to sleep so I can have sweet dreams about rocket ships and grazing lambs. Tea is much healthier than all those other fake, ritualistic hodgepodges that jungle men prepare for their animistic/shamanistic ceremonies anyway.



I like the SM Civilization series.Before you delve for the word that scolds the antitheses of cool, please consider this fact: Civilization IV and its lesser precedents replaces a giant heap of acclaimed PC games and trounces them to dust. Especially Civ IV; it's wantonly addicting and just really fun. If you like strategy, this is your best bet.



And lastly...

Smert' zapadu! Death to the West!

If you have any objections to the following, you're too fucking stupid to see the error of your ways and quite frankly deserve to be crucified. Whatever I say is absolute.

Football is the most sleep-compelling, homosexual sport ever, and it's one giant lighthouse which beams out the collective shittiness nowadays that pervades colloquial America! It sucks barrels of retard dribble, and is most suitable for subhumans with chromosome nondisjunctions and faggots who wear Wranglers. I mean, lugging around a parabaloid contraption while evading a tackle from a McDonald's-nurtured gargantuan is remotely exciting, but the constant time-out breathers and ass-patting faggotry eclipses it manifold, and I'm not mentioning the fucking ridiculous gung-ho, American army hoorah ambience that emanates from it. What's so great about the masquerading, growth hormone-spawned assholes who prance about and assemble into all sorts of infantile Richard Simmons formations anyways?

Why do they get all this public attention? If I wanted to see nonsensical primate tumbling and faggotry like this, I'd rent Gorillas in the Mist or walk no further than the nearest elementary playground. A respectable market demand and widespread idolization for juvenile bullshit like this is a clear indication that mankind is irrevocably headed toward retrograde evolution. I hate the atmosphere that football engenders, the societal scum that it attracts, as well as the game itself! If I were president, I'd turn every single fucking football stadium into a pile of rubble and construct a giant memorial of myself, reminscent to the hanging gardens of Babylon.

If you like football, you clearly have Cro Magnon in your lineage, if not anything below that. And for those of you who are diehard, avid fans, give up your kids and kill yourself with an axe. It's because of fuckers like you that I have to cope with stupid bullshit day in and day out on the media and in every day conversations. "Who won the superbowl?" It doesn't fucking matter, you infinitely stupid subhuman CHUD! Football sucks, and that's an axiom that many Americans don't realize yet because they're too busy being smug philistines while they watch American Idol.

The colloquial American society is an intellectual backwater compared to other industrialized countries, and nothing disgusts me more than hearing meaningless, retarded patriotic drivel coming out of pervasive TV shows and naive twats with triple chins, "America is the greatest country on earth durrrr *slobber*!". Yeah, if America is the consummate, ideal nation, it begs the question as to why the "greatest" nation also spawns the greatest retards and the grimiest, fattest humans of all.

If intelligent discussion is frowned upon, the human race is clearly devolving. MTV, celebrity gossip, and football seem to be the pervading things which are often talked about nowadays and nothing more beyond the subjects which carry the airs of retardation. I fucking hate all of you stupid assholes who propagate this and stoop to your peer's level just to fit in and adopt their ways of thinking. You're all hypocrite, and you know who you are.

Take your Ronald dick sandwich and fist it into your unsavory crevasse you call an ass hole, you mentally garbled prick! Just what on earth gave you the God forsaken impetus to offer me a mangled mash of tainted slop!? That�s what I said to the last fucktard that wanted to poison my liver by offering me a rancid McPuke burger. If I had better rectitude at the time, I�d punt the backwater mongrel with my shiny boots until my patella ligament ripped from kicking, rendering his visage completely non-photogenic for all eternity. Offering anyone that squamous, puss-laden, pig rectum extract is an egregious error in judgment. Holy bloody shit! Those burgers aren�t even fit enough for a pack of emaciated hyenas, and you want to feed the human populace with that, you limp-dicked entrepreneurial assholes! ?! Those slabs of shit that you call burgers just make my liver work twice as hard and vitiate my innards with pestilent chemicals that induce extreme heartburn and back-to-back episodes of super stream diarrhea.

McDonald�s sucks a vast assortment of varicose rodent phalli! They don�t care about your happiness nor your well-being. All they care about is filling up their already bottomless coffers via dumbfucks and lard asses that take a great liking to grease-filled joy between two flimsy sesame seed buns. All the food on their menu aside from their recently-introduced salads are unctuous masses of goop stuffed with condiments to compensate for lack of intrinsic flavour! Why anyone would purchase this heart attack in a bag is beyond mortal comprehension. And McDonald's doesn't stop there..


Ronald, McDonalds' mascot. That pretentious, ketchup-tipped, dopey fucktwat of a clown, who pisses me off all over the place with his retarded antics, ought to be tied down to a rocket and blasted into oblivion! He imparts kids with useless knowledge about the existence of McDonald�s and how it makes people smile in his frivolous, annoying voice while he prances and dances about like a blazing idiot with an extra chromosome to spare while donned in his faggot-esque, yellow jumpsuit which indicates he has an unfulfilled homoerotic fantasy. If I see that womb fart, I�m whipping out my chainsaw immediately and running after it like a crazy man on the renowned Peruvian marching powder. Just seeing that thing on TV instantly cuts off circulation to my brain and compels me to throw things whilst in a raging episode of spasmodic mania. I once threw my cat by accident and now he has a gimped leg. Thanks a fucking lot! Your weak and retarded mother should have used a metal coat hanger instead of a plastic one when she tried to pull you out during labor, you Tourette-spasming jackass!

This cock-craving ass clown indoctrinates kids with utter shit so pernicious, it subverts their minds with what little rationality they had and supplants it with inane images of dancing flowers, hamburglers, deformed fucks, and sentient French fries that nonsensically chant about God knows what, as a result imprinting the McDonald�s logo into the minds of the young, exploited age group�the age in which suggestibility is at a lifetime high. McDonald�s seizes the opportunity by inculcating and ingraining their propaganda into these undeveloped minds that later grow up to be mentally conditioned hamburger-consuming zombies. Oblivious to the fact that these brainwashed victims are expanding the consumer base of the reigning burger empire and obtaining the short end of the rape stick, they blindly shovel heaps of money into the burgeoning purses of the fascist firm as they purchase their umpteenth happy meal without even realizing it. And because of McDonanalds' calculated chicanery, their dumbfuck veteran customers suffer from a large spectrum of afflictions ranging from heart failure to benign tumors on the ass and mid-section, indicative of obesity. What to go, ya fucks!

Bottom line is, if you eat McDonald�s, you�re either a masochistic freak or an Everest of utmost stupidity that clearly deserves to be trampled on by a stampede of errant horses! It�s that simple. Now go to hell!

Kids fucking suck!I hate kids with an unshakable passion. These loathsome midgets get into everything and spread misery all over the place, and nobody seems to know how to deal with them effectively. You tell them to go to bed, and they�ll flip out; bang the pots and pans like blitzkrieging right-wingers; spill fruit punch on your new carpets and giggle with glee at your frustration as you witness their blatant idiocy; quaff down half of your maple syrup; and jump on the bed like the rabid cretins they are, all while speeding up your aging process as your immune system dwindles from immense stress. But no longer will you have to deal with their distressing antics, for I have some techniques that are proven to deal with even the most recalcitrant hooligan with an iron fist. Guaranteed! Kids can be herculean annoyances that need to be jabbed into submission once in a while and tamed from their rambunctious inner primate with a whip.

Here are some keen solutions to everyday problems with kids: Evading homework? Give your kid a stern rocket smack to the forehead, Soviet army style. Simple, isn�t it? Spill punch on the brand new carpets? Crack your whip with bursts of frenzied anger multiple times until the kid shits its pants with animal cracker diarrhea and positions itself into the fetal position begging for mercy. Jumping on the bed like an orangutan with ADHD? Kick its ass with a flashy display of karate as you take the little monster down with the business end of your kielbasa nunchakus. Being a glutton or a messy piglet at the dinner table? Give it a one-two combo to the chest and follow it up with a nice, liberal serving of smackdown soup spilt all over its head, then laugh. Clapping hands excessively and being an obstreperous dipshit? Tie a whole bunch of helium balloons onto its limbs and watch it ascend into the stratosphere. Stealing candy from the store? Tie it upside down on a tree as if it were a pi�ata, then invite a bunch of kids to thwack the snot-nosed kleptomaniac one by one until candies come bursting out of its pockets. Oh, and smack each kid that you invited upside the head as an admonishment to not misbehave in the future. Skipping school? Pull out one tooth with pliers (without anesthetic, cheaters) for every day of school your kid missed. Submerge your kid�s head into a toilet after you take an unforgiving McDonald�s dump in it. Prancing around like a kooky fuck while watching Barney? Make it eat a large bowl of lima beans, then proceed to force regurgitate the eaten contents with a ferocious elbow to the gut