Dear Women, I hate you. I hate your personality. I hate your values. I hate the way you treat or talk about me. I hate your history. I hate your toxic interests. I hate your arrogance. I hate your cowardice. I hate you for being hostile, unjustifiably, and never once having a moral principle to judge yourself with. I hate how you're a hypocrite. I hate how you are supported by out of touch corporate boomers. Of all the things wrong with you, your soul rotted first. The problem is you. Not me. Not both of us. It's you. I don't like you. I don't like the person you are. I don't like how you treat me. I don't like how you want others to treat me. You are an enemy. Anon>Last Thread:>>85514960
Reading through your last thread, what is a polis?
>>85527125A polis is a community. It's the greek word for a city state. To share in a polis is to share in community, identify with one another and pursue the mutual Eudaimonia or flourishing. Many words originate from it, like politics, or cosmopolitan (one who's polis is the heavens) that is to say it crosses national land borders.
