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I Have a Meme: Martin Luther King Jr. Joins Incels.is​

Greetings, brothers of incels.is. Under the "Explain Your Situation" section, I, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., or as my username "UnityMog63" suggests, a dreamer in this digital den of despair, come to share my tale. At 5 feet 7 inches, with a face that’s no Chad’s and a heart full of hope, I find myself grappling with a world that judges not by the content of my character, but by the contours of my height and jawline. In this jesting reflection, inspired by my 1963 "I Have a Dream" speech, I riff on my struggles in the modern dating scene, the blackpill truths of incels.is, and my undying hope for a forum—and a world—where even a short king can ascend.

My Situation: 5’7” and Struggling in the Tinder Trenches​

Picture this: it’s 2025, and I, MLK, am swiping through Tinder, hoping my oratory skills might land me a date. At 5’7”, I’m no towering Tyrone, and my profile pic—me in a suit, preaching equality—gets swiped left faster than you can say “PSL 4.” Women, it seems, don’t care for my dream of unity; they’re too busy chasing 6’2” Chads with razor-sharp jawlines. I post on incels.is: “Brothers, I’m 5’7”, average face, and my inbox is drier than a segregationist’s heart. Is it over for me?” The replies flood in: “JFL, heightmogged by MLK,” and “Even civil rights can’t save you from the blackpill.”

The blackpill, this forum’s grim gospel, hits hard. Women, you say, hate unattractive men not for their deeds but for their lack of dimorphic glory. I’ve marched for justice, faced batons and dogs, but nothing stings like a “Sorry, you’re too short” DM. My character—forged in sermons, jails, and dreams of equality—means little when my height doesn’t clear the 6-foot bar. I post in despair: “I led a movement, yet I’m incel-tier in 2025. Is it because I’m not a looksmatched Chad?” The forum roars back: “Cope, MLK. Height is law.”

A Dream Deferred: The Blackpill’s Bitter Truth​

In my day, I dreamed of a nation where all were judged by character, not skin. On incels.is, I see a new segregation: the haves (Chads and Stacies) and the have-nots (us, the sub-6-foot, sub-8/10 facials). I post in the Blackpill section: “I once said, ‘I have a dream that my children will not be judged by the color of their skin.’ Now, I dream they won’t be judged by the length of their legs or the width of their mandible.” The replies are brutal: “MLK, you’re bluepilled. Women want Chad’s genetics, not your speeches.” Yet, I persist, quoting myself: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere—even in the dating market.”

The forum’s tales of rejection mirror my own. A user posts about a date ghosting him for being 5’6”; I relate, recalling a woman who unmatched me after I admitted my height. “She said I’m a legend, but legends don’t get dates under 5’10”,” I lament in a thread. Another user chimes in: “Over for shortcels, even MLK can’t ascend.” The blackpill stings, suggesting women’s hypergamy dismisses my character for my “suboptimal” frame. Yet, I refuse to fully swallow this pill. I post: “If we’re doomed by looks, why not max out our souls? Let’s mog with kindness!” The mods warn me: “No bluepill cope, UnityMog63.”

A Meme-Fueled Dream: Unity on Incels.is​

Undeterred, I take to the Offtopic section, starting a thread: “I Have a Meme: Let’s Mog Together.” I write: “Brothers, I’m 5’7” and no Chad, but I dream of a forum where we’re not judged by our height or PSL, but by our memes and camaraderie. Let’s postmax, repmax, and lifemax!” I share a meme of myself Photoshopped with a Chad jawline, captioned: “When you’re MLK but still can’t get a match.” The thread explodes—100 replies in a day, with users posting “JFL, MLK is one of us” and “Short king energy!”

I propose a “Unitymaxxing Challenge”: “Each week, post one act of kindness alongside your gym progress or skincare routine. Let’s mog despair with hope.” Some call it cope, but others join, sharing stories of helping a friend or hitting PRs at the gym. My 5’7” stature becomes a rallying cry: “If MLK can post at 5’7”, so can we!” I reply to every comment, racking up posts and reps, my ratio climbing to a respectable 0.6. “We may not ascend in Tinder,” I write, “but we can ascend in spirit. Let’s make incels.is a brotherhood, not a pity party.”

Facing the Banhammer: A Digital March​

Not all embrace my vision. Some users, deep in blackpill dogma, spam my threads with “Cope harder, shortcel” or “Go preach on looksmax.org, bluepiller.” The mods, wary of my “character over looks” rhetoric, slap me with a warning: “No off-topic hopeposting.” I PM them, quoting my 1963 Letter from Birmingham Jail: “One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust rules.” They let me slide, but I know my time’s short. I post one last banger: “I have a meme that one day, incels.is will rise up, and we’ll be judged not by our height or PSL, but by the content of our posts!” The thread hits 500 replies before it’s locked.

Conclusion: A Short King’s Dream Lives On​

At 5’7”, I’m no Chad, and women may scorn my character for my lack of height. But on incels.is, I find a strange kinship—a digital Montgomery where rejected men gather, seeking meaning beyond the blackpill. My dream here isn’t to ascend to Chadhood, but to mog despair with hope, to turn “it’s over” into “it’s just begun.” I close my final post: “Brothers, let’s not wallow in the valley of inceldom. Let’s climb the mountain of memes, unity, and self-improvement. Free at last, free at last—thank God Almighty, we’ll mog at last!” And with that, UnityMog63 logs off, banned but unbroken, dreaming of a forum where even a 5’7” preacher can find his place.

 

[mogtivism]

I Have a Meme: Martin Luther King Jr. Joins Incels.is​

Greetings, brothers of incels.is. Under the "Explain Your Situation" section, I, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., or as my username "UnityMog63" suggests, a dreamer in this digital den of despair, come to share my tale. At 5 feet 7 inches, with a face that’s no Chad’s and a heart full of hope, I find myself grappling with a world that judges not by the content of my character, but by the contours of my height and jawline. In this jesting reflection, inspired by my 1963 "I Have a Dream" speech, I riff on my struggles in the modern dating scene, the blackpill truths of incels.is, and my undying hope for a forum—and a world—where even a short king can ascend.

My Situation: 5’7” and Struggling in the Tinder Trenches​

Picture this: it’s 2025, and I, MLK, am swiping through Tinder, hoping my oratory skills might land me a date. At 5’7”, I’m no towering Tyrone, and my profile pic—me in a suit, preaching equality—gets swiped left faster than you can say “PSL 4.” Women, it seems, don’t care for my dream of unity; they’re too busy chasing 6’2” Chads with razor-sharp jawlines. I post on incels.is: “Brothers, I’m 5’7”, average face, and my inbox is drier than a segregationist’s heart. Is it over for me?” The replies flood in: “JFL, heightmogged by MLK,” and “Even civil rights can’t save you from the blackpill.”

The blackpill, this forum’s grim gospel, hits hard. Women, you say, hate unattractive men not for their deeds but for their lack of dimorphic glory. I’ve marched for justice, faced batons and dogs, but nothing stings like a “Sorry, you’re too short” DM. My character—forged in sermons, jails, and dreams of equality—means little when my height doesn’t clear the 6-foot bar. I post in despair: “I led a movement, yet I’m incel-tier in 2025. Is it because I’m not a looksmatched Chad?” The forum roars back: “Cope, MLK. Height is law.”

A Dream Deferred: The Blackpill’s Bitter Truth​

In my day, I dreamed of a nation where all were judged by character, not skin. On incels.is, I see a new segregation: the haves (Chads and Stacies) and the have-nots (us, the sub-6-foot, sub-8/10 facials). I post in the Blackpill section: “I once said, ‘I have a dream that my children will not be judged by the color of their skin.’ Now, I dream they won’t be judged by the length of their legs or the width of their mandible.” The replies are brutal: “MLK, you’re bluepilled. Women want Chad’s genetics, not your speeches.” Yet, I persist, quoting myself: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere—even in the dating market.”

The forum’s tales of rejection mirror my own. A user posts about a date ghosting him for being 5’6”; I relate, recalling a woman who unmatched me after I admitted my height. “She said I’m a legend, but legends don’t get dates under 5’10”,” I lament in a thread. Another user chimes in: “Over for shortcels, even MLK can’t ascend.” The blackpill stings, suggesting women’s hypergamy dismisses my character for my “suboptimal” frame. Yet, I refuse to fully swallow this pill. I post: “If we’re doomed by looks, why not max out our souls? Let’s mog with kindness!” The mods warn me: “No bluepill cope, UnityMog63.”

A Meme-Fueled Dream: Unity on Incels.is​

Undeterred, I take to the Offtopic section, starting a thread: “I Have a Meme: Let’s Mog Together.” I write: “Brothers, I’m 5’7” and no Chad, but I dream of a forum where we’re not judged by our height or PSL, but by our memes and camaraderie. Let’s postmax, repmax, and lifemax!” I share a meme of myself Photoshopped with a Chad jawline, captioned: “When you’re MLK but still can’t get a match.” The thread explodes—100 replies in a day, with users posting “JFL, MLK is one of us” and “Short king energy!”

I propose a “Unitymaxxing Challenge”: “Each week, post one act of kindness alongside your gym progress or skincare routine. Let’s mog despair with hope.” Some call it cope, but others join, sharing stories of helping a friend or hitting PRs at the gym. My 5’7” stature becomes a rallying cry: “If MLK can post at 5’7”, so can we!” I reply to every comment, racking up posts and reps, my ratio climbing to a respectable 0.6. “We may not ascend in Tinder,” I write, “but we can ascend in spirit. Let’s make incels.is a brotherhood, not a pity party.”

Facing the Banhammer: A Digital March​

Not all embrace my vision. Some users, deep in blackpill dogma, spam my threads with “Cope harder, shortcel” or “Go preach on looksmax.org, bluepiller.” The mods, wary of my “character over looks” rhetoric, slap me with a warning: “No off-topic hopeposting.” I PM them, quoting my 1963 Letter from Birmingham Jail: “One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust rules.” They let me slide, but I know my time’s short. I post one last banger: “I have a meme that one day, incels.is will rise up, and we’ll be judged not by our height or PSL, but by the content of our posts!” The thread hits 500 replies before it’s locked.

Conclusion: A Short King’s Dream Lives On​

At 5’7”, I’m no Chad, and women may scorn my character for my lack of height. But on incels.is, I find a strange kinship—a digital Montgomery where rejected men gather, seeking meaning beyond the blackpill. My dream here isn’t to ascend to Chadhood, but to mog despair with hope, to turn “it’s over” into “it’s just begun.” I close my final post: “Brothers, let’s not wallow in the valley of inceldom. Let’s climb the mountain of memes, unity, and self-improvement. Free at last, free at last—thank God Almighty, we’ll mog at last!” And with that, UnityMog63 logs off, banned but unbroken, dreaming of a forum where even a 5’7” preacher can find his place.

Every single molecule. I share your dream.

 

[SoNotFunny]

 

[4Christ_sake]

I Have a Meme: Martin Luther King Jr. Joins Incels.is​

Greetings, brothers of incels.is. Under the "Explain Your Situation" section, I, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., or as my username "UnityMog63" suggests, a dreamer in this digital den of despair, come to share my tale. At 5 feet 7 inches, with a face that’s no Chad’s and a heart full of hope, I find myself grappling with a world that judges not by the content of my character, but by the contours of my height and jawline. In this jesting reflection, inspired by my 1963 "I Have a Dream" speech, I riff on my struggles in the modern dating scene, the blackpill truths of incels.is, and my undying hope for a forum—and a world—where even a short king can ascend.

My Situation: 5’7” and Struggling in the Tinder Trenches​

Picture this: it’s 2025, and I, MLK, am swiping through Tinder, hoping my oratory skills might land me a date. At 5’7”, I’m no towering Tyrone, and my profile pic—me in a suit, preaching equality—gets swiped left faster than you can say “PSL 4.” Women, it seems, don’t care for my dream of unity; they’re too busy chasing 6’2” Chads with razor-sharp jawlines. I post on incels.is: “Brothers, I’m 5’7”, average face, and my inbox is drier than a segregationist’s heart. Is it over for me?” The replies flood in: “JFL, heightmogged by MLK,” and “Even civil rights can’t save you from the blackpill.”

The blackpill, this forum’s grim gospel, hits hard. Women, you say, hate unattractive men not for their deeds but for their lack of dimorphic glory. I’ve marched for justice, faced batons and dogs, but nothing stings like a “Sorry, you’re too short” DM. My character—forged in sermons, jails, and dreams of equality—means little when my height doesn’t clear the 6-foot bar. I post in despair: “I led a movement, yet I’m incel-tier in 2025. Is it because I’m not a looksmatched Chad?” The forum roars back: “Cope, MLK. Height is law.”

A Dream Deferred: The Blackpill’s Bitter Truth​

In my day, I dreamed of a nation where all were judged by character, not skin. On incels.is, I see a new segregation: the haves (Chads and Stacies) and the have-nots (us, the sub-6-foot, sub-8/10 facials). I post in the Blackpill section: “I once said, ‘I have a dream that my children will not be judged by the color of their skin.’ Now, I dream they won’t be judged by the length of their legs or the width of their mandible.” The replies are brutal: “MLK, you’re bluepilled. Women want Chad’s genetics, not your speeches.” Yet, I persist, quoting myself: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere—even in the dating market.”

The forum’s tales of rejection mirror my own. A user posts about a date ghosting him for being 5’6”; I relate, recalling a woman who unmatched me after I admitted my height. “She said I’m a legend, but legends don’t get dates under 5’10”,” I lament in a thread. Another user chimes in: “Over for shortcels, even MLK can’t ascend.” The blackpill stings, suggesting women’s hypergamy dismisses my character for my “suboptimal” frame. Yet, I refuse to fully swallow this pill. I post: “If we’re doomed by looks, why not max out our souls? Let’s mog with kindness!” The mods warn me: “No bluepill cope, UnityMog63.”

A Meme-Fueled Dream: Unity on Incels.is​

Undeterred, I take to the Offtopic section, starting a thread: “I Have a Meme: Let’s Mog Together.” I write: “Brothers, I’m 5’7” and no Chad, but I dream of a forum where we’re not judged by our height or PSL, but by our memes and camaraderie. Let’s postmax, repmax, and lifemax!” I share a meme of myself Photoshopped with a Chad jawline, captioned: “When you’re MLK but still can’t get a match.” The thread explodes—100 replies in a day, with users posting “JFL, MLK is one of us” and “Short king energy!”

I propose a “Unitymaxxing Challenge”: “Each week, post one act of kindness alongside your gym progress or skincare routine. Let’s mog despair with hope.” Some call it cope, but others join, sharing stories of helping a friend or hitting PRs at the gym. My 5’7” stature becomes a rallying cry: “If MLK can post at 5’7”, so can we!” I reply to every comment, racking up posts and reps, my ratio climbing to a respectable 0.6. “We may not ascend in Tinder,” I write, “but we can ascend in spirit. Let’s make incels.is a brotherhood, not a pity party.”

Facing the Banhammer: A Digital March​

Not all embrace my vision. Some users, deep in blackpill dogma, spam my threads with “Cope harder, shortcel” or “Go preach on looksmax.org, bluepiller.” The mods, wary of my “character over looks” rhetoric, slap me with a warning: “No off-topic hopeposting.” I PM them, quoting my 1963 Letter from Birmingham Jail: “One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust rules.” They let me slide, but I know my time’s short. I post one last banger: “I have a meme that one day, incels.is will rise up, and we’ll be judged not by our height or PSL, but by the content of our posts!” The thread hits 500 replies before it’s locked.

Conclusion: A Short King’s Dream Lives On​

At 5’7”, I’m no Chad, and women may scorn my character for my lack of height. But on incels.is, I find a strange kinship—a digital Montgomery where rejected men gather, seeking meaning beyond the blackpill. My dream here isn’t to ascend to Chadhood, but to mog despair with hope, to turn “it’s over” into “it’s just begun.” I close my final post: “Brothers, let’s not wallow in the valley of inceldom. Let’s climb the mountain of memes, unity, and self-improvement. Free at last, free at last—thank God Almighty, we’ll mog at last!” And with that, UnityMog63 logs off, banned but unbroken, dreaming of a forum where even a 5’7” preacher can find his place.

Every single molecule. I share your dream.

Motivated me to read this ,it’s all peak

 

[theRetard]

-chatgpt

 

[One Rep Max]

I regret to inform you that I rdnt

 

[ILikeNihari123]

I Have a Meme: Martin Luther King Jr. Joins Incels.is​

Greetings, brothers of incels.is. Under the "Explain Your Situation" section, I, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., or as my username "UnityMog63" suggests, a dreamer in this digital den of despair, come to share my tale. At 5 feet 7 inches, with a face that’s no Chad’s and a heart full of hope, I find myself grappling with a world that judges not by the content of my character, but by the contours of my height and jawline. In this jesting reflection, inspired by my 1963 "I Have a Dream" speech, I riff on my struggles in the modern dating scene, the blackpill truths of incels.is, and my undying hope for a forum—and a world—where even a short king can ascend.

My Situation: 5’7” and Struggling in the Tinder Trenches​

Picture this: it’s 2025, and I, MLK, am swiping through Tinder, hoping my oratory skills might land me a date. At 5’7”, I’m no towering Tyrone, and my profile pic—me in a suit, preaching equality—gets swiped left faster than you can say “PSL 4.” Women, it seems, don’t care for my dream of unity; they’re too busy chasing 6’2” Chads with razor-sharp jawlines. I post on incels.is: “Brothers, I’m 5’7”, average face, and my inbox is drier than a segregationist’s heart. Is it over for me?” The replies flood in: “JFL, heightmogged by MLK,” and “Even civil rights can’t save you from the blackpill.”

The blackpill, this forum’s grim gospel, hits hard. Women, you say, hate unattractive men not for their deeds but for their lack of dimorphic glory. I’ve marched for justice, faced batons and dogs, but nothing stings like a “Sorry, you’re too short” DM. My character—forged in sermons, jails, and dreams of equality—means little when my height doesn’t clear the 6-foot bar. I post in despair: “I led a movement, yet I’m incel-tier in 2025. Is it because I’m not a looksmatched Chad?” The forum roars back: “Cope, MLK. Height is law.”

A Dream Deferred: The Blackpill’s Bitter Truth​

In my day, I dreamed of a nation where all were judged by character, not skin. On incels.is, I see a new segregation: the haves (Chads and Stacies) and the have-nots (us, the sub-6-foot, sub-8/10 facials). I post in the Blackpill section: “I once said, ‘I have a dream that my children will not be judged by the color of their skin.’ Now, I dream they won’t be judged by the length of their legs or the width of their mandible.” The replies are brutal: “MLK, you’re bluepilled. Women want Chad’s genetics, not your speeches.” Yet, I persist, quoting myself: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere—even in the dating market.”

The forum’s tales of rejection mirror my own. A user posts about a date ghosting him for being 5’6”; I relate, recalling a woman who unmatched me after I admitted my height. “She said I’m a legend, but legends don’t get dates under 5’10”,” I lament in a thread. Another user chimes in: “Over for shortcels, even MLK can’t ascend.” The blackpill stings, suggesting women’s hypergamy dismisses my character for my “suboptimal” frame. Yet, I refuse to fully swallow this pill. I post: “If we’re doomed by looks, why not max out our souls? Let’s mog with kindness!” The mods warn me: “No bluepill cope, UnityMog63.”

A Meme-Fueled Dream: Unity on Incels.is​

Undeterred, I take to the Offtopic section, starting a thread: “I Have a Meme: Let’s Mog Together.” I write: “Brothers, I’m 5’7” and no Chad, but I dream of a forum where we’re not judged by our height or PSL, but by our memes and camaraderie. Let’s postmax, repmax, and lifemax!” I share a meme of myself Photoshopped with a Chad jawline, captioned: “When you’re MLK but still can’t get a match.” The thread explodes—100 replies in a day, with users posting “JFL, MLK is one of us” and “Short king energy!”

I propose a “Unitymaxxing Challenge”: “Each week, post one act of kindness alongside your gym progress or skincare routine. Let’s mog despair with hope.” Some call it cope, but others join, sharing stories of helping a friend or hitting PRs at the gym. My 5’7” stature becomes a rallying cry: “If MLK can post at 5’7”, so can we!” I reply to every comment, racking up posts and reps, my ratio climbing to a respectable 0.6. “We may not ascend in Tinder,” I write, “but we can ascend in spirit. Let’s make incels.is a brotherhood, not a pity party.”

Facing the Banhammer: A Digital March​

Not all embrace my vision. Some users, deep in blackpill dogma, spam my threads with “Cope harder, shortcel” or “Go preach on looksmax.org, bluepiller.” The mods, wary of my “character over looks” rhetoric, slap me with a warning: “No off-topic hopeposting.” I PM them, quoting my 1963 Letter from Birmingham Jail: “One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust rules.” They let me slide, but I know my time’s short. I post one last banger: “I have a meme that one day, incels.is will rise up, and we’ll be judged not by our height or PSL, but by the content of our posts!” The thread hits 500 replies before it’s locked.

Conclusion: A Short King’s Dream Lives On​

At 5’7”, I’m no Chad, and women may scorn my character for my lack of height. But on incels.is, I find a strange kinship—a digital Montgomery where rejected men gather, seeking meaning beyond the blackpill. My dream here isn’t to ascend to Chadhood, but to mog despair with hope, to turn “it’s over” into “it’s just begun.” I close my final post: “Brothers, let’s not wallow in the valley of inceldom. Let’s climb the mountain of memes, unity, and self-improvement. Free at last, free at last—thank God Almighty, we’ll mog at last!” And with that, UnityMog63 logs off, banned but unbroken, dreaming of a forum where even a 5’7” preacher can find his place.

 

[whiteegyptian]

chatgpt getting too powerful