Hope for the alliance

I acknowledge that I'm hopeless, and I know I hit every criteria for trueceldom (much like a paralympian must satisfy certain disability criteria to compete in certain categories, except pathetic).

Despite this, I think people are generally good. I've been rejected by the requisite 500 women, and I can see the revulsion in people's eyes when I hand them their food tray. But not everyone treats me like slop, and I think this is where we must hold hope that Chad will have our backs when we finally face extermination.

Much like I'm not threatened by the new trainee at work, or by toddlers on the train, Chad is not threatened by little old us. Worst case he will be indifferent, but I hold hope that Chad will be more threatened than a wage-cucked or high-iq normie than a half-curry manlet.

We'll be ok.