Why? Seriously why? Are you some kind of obssesive compulsive? No sane well-adjusted person would own 100 30 round mags. There is no logical reason or need for them.
Future profit would be one reason for them...
Why? Seriously why? Are you some kind of obssesive compulsive? No sane well-adjusted person would own 100 30 round mags. There is no logical reason or need for them.
Why? Seriously why? Are you some kind of obssesive compulsive? No sane well-adjusted person would own 100 30 round mags. There is no logical reason or need for them.
Disagreed. You clearly forgot or never knew college women.It's not that being a nice guy turns women off. It's that when you stereotype an entire gender or treat them all as property status/symbols, it comes through and not in nice way.
It works even better when you treat her as an individual female, not some androgynous "human being"Treating a woman as an individual tends to work. Try it sometime.
I can play that game too:BTW you sound a bit frustrated too.
How many guns you own?
Disagreed. You clearly forgot or never knew college women.
It works even better when you treat her as an individual female, not some androgynous "human being"
I can play that game too:
-Oh, you actually believe that?
-It's so sad and pathetic that you think that way...
-You're just bitter that girls don't like you
-You should get out of your parents' basement and join the 21st century
It's experience talking here. If a person believes, " all women only date assholes", and keeps ending up friend zoned it's not the women it's the person.
For the asshole murderer in the OP, I'm sure enough of his psychosis was coming through to be off putting to any woman he may have talked too.
Why? Seriously why? Are you some kind of obssesive compulsive? No sane well-adjusted person would own 100 30 round mags. There is no logical reason or need for them.
"Police knew about killer's videos during check"
LOS ANGELES (AP) — Santa Barbara County sheriff's deputies who checked on Elliot Rodger three weeks before he killed six college students were aware he had posted disturbing videos but never viewed them before or after determining he was not a threat to himself or others, the department disclosed Thursday.
The statement from the sheriff's office corrected an earlier assertion that deputies were unaware of the videos when they checked on him on April 30.
You're trying to reframe the argument. What you call "assholes" are men who women find interesting and exciting. They are the opposite of "nice guy" who is predictable and unexciting.It's experience talking here. If a person believes, " all women only date assholes", and keeps ending up friend zoned it's not the women it's the person.
Sounds like you didn't read his diary/manifesto and are just repeating what you heard.For the asshole murderer in the OP, I'm sure enough of his psychosis was coming through to be off putting to any woman he may have talked too.
You still sound frustrated and angry. I don't remember you being like that when you used to help folks in VC&G. :\
Maybe I was just missing it.
Sounds like you didn't read his diary/manifesto and are just repeating what you heard.
Who are you to judge? If he wants them and has the means to buy them, it's his effing right. Just as it's your right to NOT have that many.bshole said:Why? Seriously why? Are you some kind of obssesive compulsive? No sane well-adjusted person would own 100 30 round mags. There is no logical reason or need for them.
Please keep hitting that bourbon. Maybe the pain will go away.Yep. I'm loving that they've latched onto this fuckhead dad.
Please keep doing this emotional drivel. Keep it up! It worked so well last time.
Never take the rantings of a lunatic at face value.
Please keep hitting that bourbon. Maybe the pain will go away.
Here's an interesting take on the case;http://www.truecrimediary.com/index.cfm?page=cases&id=230
In fact, one of the only times Rodger exhibits empathy in the manifesto is when he hypothesizes about killing his father. That, he says, might actually make him feel a little bad.
