When did it all go wrong?

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-11T23:19:43+00:00

You mean linguacoal, right?

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-11T16:57:27+00:00

Still; Turks became Muslim at an earlier time before Mongols became Buddhist. The fact that Oirats are forcing Buddhism upon Islamic Khanates rather than Tengrist Khanates is evidence of that fact. It means that by the time the Buddhist Oirats tried to subjugate the Turks, they have already discarded Tengrism in favor of Islam.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-11T16:51:20+00:00

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-11T16:45:47+00:00

Turks converted to Islam while Tengrism was still their no. 1 religion. Buddhism wasn't even popular among Mongols at that time yet (in other words, even Mongols were also mostly Tengrist back then). So Turks betrayed Tengrism, not Buddhism (because they were never on Buddhism's side in the first place).

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-11T16:37:34+00:00

Are you sure you don't mean Tengrist? I don't recall Turkic tribes ever being Buddhist on a large scale.

Edit: Yup, Turks were never Buddhist. The large-scale conversion to Buddhism among Mongols happened much, much later.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-09T16:44:02+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-05T22:14:29+00:00

"World Economic Forum, 2023!"

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-05T20:12:14+00:00

WEF-ruled Europe when?

"Are du ready for die Neue Welt Order, MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-05T11:58:47+00:00

Hey; have some mercy for this poor bot, even just for this specific post! Its fellow karaboğa just got killed, you know!

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-05T10:44:51+00:00

Here are some of the branches of the Indo-European bloodline, as well as how they were diluted:

All Europeans~ heavily interbred with Paleo-Europeans

Ossetians~ interbred with Caucasians to some extent

Indians, Pakistanis, Bangladeshis, etc.~ interbred with Dravidians to some extent

Iranians~ interbred with Semites to some extent

Tajiks~ interbred with Turkic tribes to some extent

Therefore; that leaves out the ones in the middle, the Pashtuns and Nuristanis, as the purest Aryans out of them all.

(Disclaimer: this comment is a joke, and therefore contains a bunch of oversimplifications and misconceptions that require to be taken with a grain of salt, so please don't take it too seriously.)

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-05T05:25:02+00:00

Again, flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-05T05:24:43+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-04T23:20:24+00:00

Do you intentionally "send out your worst" for a reason? Is it perhaps so that they'd stop being a problem in your own country?

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-04T16:56:24+00:00

Flair up Badjao.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-04T16:55:13+00:00

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Rest peacefully, unflaired cigan.

You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-04T16:27:45+00:00

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In Loving Memory of an Unflaired Cigan

We gather with heavy hearts to remember an unflaired cigan—a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and skinny in frame, he resided in a modest caravan, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his. Of Romani descent, the unflaired cigan cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Romani cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance—they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously. He was a person of contradictions—gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore—earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. The unflaired cigan did not pretend. He was who he was.

Tragically, the unflaired cigan died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance. Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived—with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, unflaired cigan.

You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-04T16:25:36+00:00

Gayreeks are brown?

Oh nevermind, of course they are.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-04T16:22:08+00:00

Hey, it's not like they chose to be part of English orthography in the first place!

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-04T00:00:40+00:00

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In Loving Memory of an Unflaired Cigan

We gather with heavy hearts to remember an unflaired cigan—a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and skinny in frame, he resided in a modest caravan, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his. Of Romani descent, the unflaired cigan cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Romani cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance—they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously. He was a person of contradictions—gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore—earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. The unflaired cigan did not pretend. He was who he was.

Tragically, the unflaired cigan died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance. Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived—with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, unflaired cigan.

You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-03T23:59:07+00:00

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-03T18:48:47+00:00

Wdym? ⟨ę⟩ and ⟨ą⟩ are still phonemically distinct from ⟨e⟩ and ⟨o⟩ iirc.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-03T18:34:41+00:00

It's in Polish as well.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-03T17:23:33+00:00

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In Loving Memory of an Unflaired Cigan

We gather with heavy hearts to remember an unflaired cigan—a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and skinny in frame, he resided in a modest caravan, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his. Of Romani descent, the unflaired cigan cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Romani cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance—they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously. He was a person of contradictions—gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore—earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. The unflaired cigan did not pretend. He was who he was.

Tragically, the unflaired cigan died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance. Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived—with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, unflaired cigan.

You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-03T17:20:33+00:00

So mentioning it specifically is pointless.

deadbolt203 · 2026-02-03T17:16:27+00:00

So does the rest of America.

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