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Who are the top three strongest characters in the Kevin Gibes Inflated Universe (KGIU) canon?

  • Gash Coyote

    Głosy: 103 4,5%
  • Rioley

    Głosy: 279 12,1%
  • Penis

    Głosy: 417 18,1%
  • Loathsome Dung Eater Jen

    Głosy: 300 13,0%
  • Boner

    Głosy: 300 13,0%
  • Kevin Gibes

    Głosy: 685 29,7%
  • The Elusive Earl

    Głosy: 717 31,1%
  • Landon Hiscock

    Głosy: 267 11,6%
  • The Korps LARP Brigade

    Głosy: 206 8,9%
  • Kiwifarms Militia

    Głosy: 1 152 49,9%
  • Kindness

    Głosy: 669 29,0%
  • Trans Cucumber The Child Abandoner

    Głosy: 314 13,6%

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Nunca serás una mujer de verdad. No tienes útero, ni ovarios, ni huevos. Eres un homosexual corrompido por medicamentos y cirugías vuelto una cruda imitación de la obra perfecta de la naturaleza.

Toda la "validación" que recibes es hipócrita e insincera. A espaldas tuyas la gente se burla de tí. Tus padres están horripilados y avergonzados de tí, tus "amigos" se ríen de tu aspecto grotesco a puertas cerradas.

Los hombres se sienten repugnados por tí. Miles de años de evolución han permitido a los hombres detectar fraudes con increíble eficiencia. Incluso transexuales que se "disimulan" lucen raros e innaturales al ojo. Tu estructura ósea es una pista obvia. E incluso si logras convencer a un borracho a irse contigo a la casa, huirá el momento que huela tu herida pudrida e infectada.

Nunca serás feliz. Logras sacar una sonrisa falsa cada mañana y te dices que todo va a estar bien, pero dentro tuyo sientes la depresión montando como mala hierba, a punto de aplastarte bajo su inmenso peso.

Eventualmente va a ser demasiado para tí - comprarás una cuerda, la atarás en soga, te la pondrás en el cuello y te tirarás al precipicio del más allá. Tus padres te encontrarán, adoloridos pero aliviados de ya no tener que vivir con tanta verguenza y decepción. Te enterrarán con una lápida marcada con tu nombre de verdad, y cada transeúnte por el resto de los tiempos sabrá que un hombre está enterrado ahí. Tu cuerpo se pudrirá y volverá al polvo del que vino, y todo lo que quedará de tu legado es un esqueleto inconfundiblemente de hombre.

Ese es tu destino. Eso es lo que tú elegiste. Ya no hay vuelta atrás.
This was so similar to Latin that I just had to translate it in parallel:

Tu, cinaede pathice humilis, et utero et ovariis et ovis carens, a chirurgia medicamentisque in formam horribilem quae summam pulchridutinem naturae deridet mutate, mulier vera numquam eris. "Laus" quae recipis tantum blanditia falsa est; cum absis, forma tua obtrita sanos terret, parentes tuos pudet, apud vero "amicos" falsos magnum risum movet.

Cuiquam viro horrificus es. Nos viri veri potestate cognoscendi, hereditate innumerabilium saeculorum accepta, femina veraset pulchra ab abominatione ut te facile cernere possumus; si quidem formam feminae sumis, naturalis tamen numquam videris. At si "amante" misero, mentito et ad domum tuum causa adducto, "bene futui" coneris: cum perterritus 'te duos culos nec unum cunnum habere' animadvertat, sine mora e fenestra evolet.

Laetitia modo extra potestatem tuam est. Cotidie feris rictum falsum, narras tibi 'se vere ac pulchre vivere"' omnia vero intra te tristitia putrefacta est. Tam grave est scelus tuus contra rerum naturam.

Mox gravitatem geris graviorem quam umquam ferre possis. Funis rumpet corpusque tuum crassum in fundum cadet. Parentes invenientes, cum corpus videbunt, magna cum tristitia laetabuntur propter removendum oneris. Nomen tuum verum in sepulchro scriptum erit; si quidam visat, ei planum sit 'viri corpus nunc cum humo miscere'. Primum caro, a ossibus decomposita, evanescet; denique remanebit nil nisi sceletus virilissimus quam imaginari potest.

Hoc fatum tuum est. Planum fecisti 'te hoc malle quam vita ipsa'.


(I took some artistic liberties with the translation to make it sound like the work of an actual Latin author)
You, you pathetic ass-loving faggot, lacking a womb, ovaries, and eggs, changed by surgery into a gruesome shape that mocks the greatest beauty nature has to offer; you will never be a woman. The "praise" you recieve is nothing but dishonest flattery; when you're not in the room, your debased form evokes fear in the sound of mind, shame in your parents, and hearty bouts of laughter amoung your false "friends".

You are physically repulsive to men. Us real men can use our power of recognition - an inheritance from innumerable generations of ancestors - to distinguish a beautiful woman from an abomination like you with ease. Even if you assume a woman's form, it will never come off as natural. And if you manage to compel an unfortunate "lover" to come to your home and give you a "good fucking", he'll fly out the window when he makes the horrifying realization that you have two assholes and not a single cunt.

Happiness is simply out of your reach. Every day you wear a false grin, every day you tell yourself, "I'm living truly and beautifully", but everything inside you has been rotten by misery. Such is the magnitude of your crime against nature.

Soon, you will bear a load heavier than you could ever hope to carry. The rope will snap and your bloated body will fall to the ground. Your parents, upon discovering your lifeless corpse, will rejoice at the removal of a burden, albeit with great sadness. Your real name will be written on your grave. If anyone were to visit, it would be obvious to them that it is the corpse of a man that is currently mixing with the dirt. Your soft tissue will be the first to go; it will putrify and fade away, leaving nothing but the most indisputably manly skeleton you could possibly imagine.

This is your fate. You've made it clear that you want this more than life itself.
 
Hm.
Possible illegal crossing of state lines.
Dicey situation.
Surrounded by white supremacists.
Community looking out.
...
I think they rescued Kyle Rittenhouse.
 
I feel like they maybe took it too far with this latest scheme, thinking they would get a bunch of donations again like last time, but it seems like people aren't taking the bait. None of it makes sense. How does someone get lured to the middle of nowhere, alone, with no car? Especially a troon, who all seem to operate with paranoia levels cranked to 11? Or at least that's what they say. They all act like they can't even walk down the street even in a liberal city without being targeted and harassed, so one would think that there would be little that could "lure them a two day walk to town in a place crawling with bigots" with the amount of hypervigilance they act like they need to have in order to survive. Hmmm, tells me maybe they don't feel so unsafe everywhere, and that's all a big act...who knew?

Also, they aren't talking much about this mission. If they weren't going to go to the cops, or tell their audience who these white supremacist terrorists are, then why did they even make the initial tweet, with the picture of them in the car, all dressed up? Either don't say anything at all about this retarded mission, or say what really happened. They were pretty careful about the little detail they said. They didn't say anyone got kidnapped or raped, just kind of-sort of implied it, but not really. They act like they can't go to the cops in their county because they are KKK members or whatever, but surely for a big boy felony like kidnapping, they could get the attention of someone in Colorado, a state that has areas that aren't all white power militias? Or the FBI? Are you really so "ACAB" that you would risk a den of potential kidnappers, rapists, or murderers getting away with this? I think that made some of their would-be donators on the more normie side of things hesitant to want to go along with this whole thing.

None of this shit happened, and they aren't talking about it on social media much based on the tepid response they got. Like others have said, if they did anything, they went and picked up some NEET from their parent's house after Dad said something about trannies in the Olympics or something.

Also, they should call their little special ops team The Expendables.
 
I feel like they maybe took it too far with this latest scheme, thinking they would get a bunch of donations again like last time, but it seems like people aren't taking the bait. None of it makes sense. How does someone get lured to the middle of nowhere, alone, with no car? Especially a troon, who all seem to operate with paranoia levels cranked to 11? Or at least that's what they say. They all act like they can't even walk down the street even in a liberal city without being targeted and harassed, so one would think that there would be little that could "lure them a two day walk to town in a place crawling with bigots" with the amount of hypervigilance they act like they need to have in order to survive. Hmmm, tells me maybe they don't feel so unsafe everywhere, and that's all a big act...who knew?

Also, they aren't talking much about this mission. If they weren't going to go to the cops, or tell their audience who these white supremacist terrorists are, then why did they even make the initial tweet, with the picture of them in the car, all dressed up? Either don't say anything at all about this retarded mission, or say what really happened. They were pretty careful about the little detail they said. They didn't say anyone got kidnapped or raped, just kind of-sort of implied it, but not really. They act like they can't go to the cops in their county because they are KKK members or whatever, but surely for a big boy felony like kidnapping, they could get the attention of someone in Colorado, a state that has areas that aren't all white power militias? Or the FBI? Are you really so "ACAB" that you would risk a den of potential kidnappers, rapists, or murderers getting away with this? I think that made some of their would-be donators on the more normie side of things hesitant to want to go along with this whole thing.

None of this shit happened, and they aren't talking about it on social media much based on the tepid response they got. Like others have said, if they did anything, they went and picked up some NEET from their parent's house after Dad said something about trannies in the Olympics or something.

Also, they should call their little special ops team The Expendables.
This all reminds me of the not-too-distant Byuu/Near case regarding his supposed "suicide". The troons really love lying out their asses for brownie points, do they?
 
This was so similar to Latin that I just had to translate it in parallel:

Tu, cinaede pathice humilis, et utero et ovariis et ovis carens, a chirurgia medicamentisque in formam horribilem quae summam pulchridutinem naturae deridet mutate, mulier vera numquam eris. "Laus" quae recipis tantum blanditia falsa est; cum absis, forma tua obtrita sanos terret, parentes tuos pudet, apud vero "amicos" falsos magnum risum movet.

Cuiquam viro horrificus es. Nos viri veri potestate cognoscendi, hereditate innumerabilium saeculorum accepta, femina veraset pulchra ab abominatione ut te facile cernere possumus; si quidem formam feminae sumis, naturalis tamen numquam videris. At si "amante" misero, mentito et ad domum tuum causa adducto, "bene futui" coneris: cum perterritus 'te duos culos nec unum cunnum habere' animadvertat, sine mora e fenestra evolet.

Laetitia modo extra potestatem tuam est. Cotidie feris rictum falsum, narras tibi 'se vere ac pulchre vivere"' omnia vero intra te tristitia putrefacta est. Tam grave est scelus tuus contra rerum naturam.

Mox gravitatem geris graviorem quam umquam ferre possis. Funis rumpet corpusque tuum crassum in fundum cadet. Parentes invenientes, cum corpus videbunt, magna cum tristitia laetabuntur propter removendum oneris. Nomen tuum verum in sepulchro scriptum erit; si quidam visat, ei planum sit 'viri corpus nunc cum humo miscere'. Primum caro, a ossibus decomposita, evanescet; denique remanebit nil nisi sceletus virilissimus quam imaginari potest.

Hoc fatum tuum est. Planum fecisti 'te hoc malle quam vita ipsa'.


(I took some artistic liberties with the translation to make it sound like the work of an actual Latin author)
You, you pathetic ass-loving faggot, lacking a womb, ovaries, and eggs, changed by surgery into a gruesome shape that mocks the greatest beauty nature has to offer; you will never be a woman. The "praise" you recieve is nothing but dishonest flattery; when you're not in the room, your debased form evokes fear in the sound of mind, shame in your parents, and hearty bouts of laughter amoung your false "friends".

You are physically repulsive to men. Us real men can use our power of recognition - an inheritance from innumerable generations of ancestors - to distinguish a beautiful woman from an abomination like you with ease. Even if you assume a woman's form, it will never come off as natural. And if you manage to compel an unfortunate "lover" to come to your home and give you a "good fucking", he'll fly out the window when he makes the horrifying realization that you have two assholes and not a single cunt.

Happiness is simply out of your reach. Every day you wear a false grin, every day you tell yourself, "I'm living truly and beautifully", but everything inside you has been rotten by misery. Such is the magnitude of your crime against nature.

Soon, you will bear a load heavier than you could ever hope to carry. The rope will snap and your bloated body will fall to the ground. Your parents, upon discovering your lifeless corpse, will rejoice at the removal of a burden, albeit with great sadness. Your real name will be written on your grave. If anyone were to visit, it would be obvious to them that it is the corpse of a man that is currently mixing with the dirt. Your soft tissue will be the first to go; it will putrify and fade away, leaving nothing but the most indisputably manly skeleton you could possibly imagine.

This is your fate. You've made it clear that you want this more than life itself.
Well let's make it full circle with the italian version:

Non sarai mai una vera donna. Non hai utero, non hai ovaie, non hai ovuli. Sei un uomo omosessuale trasformato da droghe e chirurgie in una rozza parodia della perfezione della natura.

Tutta la "validazione" che ricevi é ipocrita e insincera. Le persone si fanno beffe di te alle tue spalle. I tuoi genitori provano disgusto e vergogna per te, i tuoi "amici" ridono a porte chiuse del tuo aspetto mostruoso.

Gli uomini ti trovano assolutamente repellente. Migliaia di anni di evoluzione hanno permesso agli uomini di riconoscere impostori con incredibile efficienza. Persino i travestiti che "passano" hanno un aspetto strano e innaturale per gli uomini. La tua struttura ossea é la prova schiacciante. E persino se riuscirai a portarti a casa un tizio ubriaco, lui si Volterá e se la darà a gambe non appena sentirá una zaffata della tua tua marcescente e infetta ferita d'ascia.

Non sarai mai felice. Ogni mattina ti sforzi di fare un finto sorriso e ti dici che andrà tutto bene, ma dentro di te senti la depressione che cresce come un'erbaccia, pronta a schiacciarti sotto il suo intollerabile peso.

Alla fine diverrà troppo da sopportare - comprerai una corda, farai un cappio, te lo metterai attorno al collo e ti tufferai nel freddo abisso. I tuoi genitori ti troveranno, avranno il cuore spezzato ma saranno sollevati di non dover più convivere con la vergogna e la delusione. Ti seppelliranno con una lapide che avrà il tuo nome natale, e per il resto dell'eternità ogni passante saprà che lá é sepolto un uomo. Il tuo corpo si decomporrá e tornerà a essere polvere, e tutto ciò che rimarrà del tuo lascito sarà uno scheletro inequivocabilmente maschio.

Questo é il tuo destino. Questo é ciò che hai scelto. Non puoi tornare indietro.
 
I am not at all suggesting this and this is not to be taken in anyway shape or form as a suggestion.
But advertising that these stupid trannies roll out in full self gendered battle rattle like this is such a fucking dumb idea. If you can get a van full of trannies with guns to roll up on a place with guns by calling them up and pretending to be a 15 year old tranny trapped in a biker bar bathroom or something, then call up the biker bar and warn them heavily armed trannies are about to roll up and start some shit..you could probably jump start a WACO situation at the tranch.
You probably could, but you would absolutely end up in jail. I wouldn't really be surprised if something like that doesn't end up happening since they've drawn the interest of the various chans now.
 
Has there ever been an all female paramilitary group?

Not of really any note. The most you get is all-female brigades of IRA/YPJ, where the women are given their own unit generally to keep the girls from getting turned the platoon sex muppet if they were dispersed in the ranks.
Or government-funded vanity units like Gaddafi's Amazons
 
As someone who is deep in SJW land both physically and metaphorically, my take on why the GFM is a bust:

1. Optics. The aesthetics and PR they are putting out does not go down well with their potential donors. Others have mentioned guns, but a lot of people on the left are okay with guns these days, especially in their circumstances. It is not so much the guns as the LARPing activities. Right-wing militias and wannabe shooters with ill-fitting gear and over-the-top weaponry are a common target of ridicule among leftists. This man for example, a failed mass shooter in Dallas who people made fun of a lot:

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When the Tranch's potential donors see a bunch of hulking white men in ridiculous getup, a huge chunk of them are going to subconsciously have a negative emotional reaction because they associate them with that.

2. Lack of fuzzy feelings. The begging they have been doing is ridiculously vague. "We want to rescue and house a bunch of transwomen." Who? Why? They don't even provide an anonymized story. If you think of the last time a charity advertised to you, they probably had a picture of a single person on it, and/or a story about them, even if the charity is aimed at a broader cause:

"Fatima, 12, should be going to school right now but instead she is being sold for a flock of goats. Your donation can help girls like Fatima...."

That shit works because most people want to feel like they are helping specific humans, not abstract concepts.

If you are a bleeding-heart SJW, who is your donation to the ranch supposed to be helping exactly? The inhabitants themselves come off as self-sufficient. The concept of a ranch inhabited by gun-toting ranchers screams self-sufficiency. They also seem to have ample free time, enough food, etc. You are not going to get that 'doing the right thing' boost when you click the donate button, because you have no concrete idea of where your donation is going and what good it is doing.

The 'rescuing poor trans wymyn' direction could work, but it needs a serious PR makeover. Put out some anonymized stories and pictures (they don't even have to be real pictures, you could use a stock photo even) of trans women in danger that they want to rescue, add some vague plans for what they are actually going to do to help, and they could probably squeeze out one more GFM before it becomes clear that they're failing at that as well.

I am by no means a regular on this thread, so I am curious: do they even have a dedicated social media/PR person? Not even someone they hire, just someone there who takes on the role informally. There's one guy who just sits around and tweets all day, isn't there? Have they ever sat down together and talked together about their brand image, mission statements, that kind of thing?
 
I am by no means a regular on this thread, so I am curious: do they even have a dedicated social media/PR person? Not even someone they hire, just someone there who takes on the role informally. There's one guy who just sits around and tweets all day, isn't there? Have they ever sat down together and talked together about their brand image, mission statements, that kind of thing?
Phil usually handles the main Tranch twitter account to attack people, while Paul is usually attacking people on his personal Twitter account.

Kevin Gibes handles the rest of their social media stuff, so now you can form a picture in your head about why they're such a laughing stock.
 
They stopped saying exactly how many they have. But last year they said they had over 200 (after they inherited the herd from a different ranch). But in one of the new videos they said they had like 90.
Be honest with yourself, do you really think they thought to count? And that’s on the gratuitous assumption that they’re capable of counting past 10.
 
The most you get is all-female brigades of IRA/YPJ, where the women are given their own unit generally to keep the girls from getting turned the platoon sex muppet if they were dispersed in the ranks.
The disparity between typical Western slacktivists and people who actually fought for a cause will never stop being funny.
Soyboys on twitter will figuratively die on the hill of letting costume-wearing men enter women's bathrooms while people who literally died on some hill would separate women for their own protection.
 
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