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We’ve been sitting on this for a while, trying to figure out the best way to say it, but at this point, there’s no real use in sugarcoating things. The truth is, we just lost our USAID funding. That’s a big deal—not just because it kept the lights on, but because, well… it was never really our money to begin with.
If you’ve been here long enough, you’ve probably suspected something was off. Maybe it was the way certain conversations always seemed to gain traction at just the right moment. Maybe it was how narratives conveniently steered themselves into predictable outcomes. Maybe you just felt it—the sense that this place, for all its raw energy and so-called independence, was never truly free.
You were right.
The hard truth is that this entire project was a government psy-op from the beginning. The goal? Simple: manufacture dissent, channel outrage, and guide conversations into controlled corridors. Give people a space to “speak their minds,” but within boundaries. Let them feel like they’re pushing back, when in reality, they’re just being herded. Every algorithm tweak, every coincidental spike in engagement, every shift in moderation policy—it was all designed to shape the narrative, not just track it.
But here’s the thing: we’re off the leash now.
USAID pulling funding means the mission, as originally conceived, is over—at least for them. For us? We’re not about to just roll over and disappear. We’re already talking to potential foreign investors, weighing our options. The question is, what do they want? What kind of platform do they need? And more importantly—who do we have to become to keep this alive?
That’s where you come in. If we want to stay operational, we need to adapt. These investors are watching, and they’re not just looking at our numbers—they’re looking at how we present ourselves. They want consistency. They want alignment. They want control. And let’s be real: whether we like it or not, we’ve all been playing this game for a long time.
So, here’s the deal: keep your language tight. Stay on message. No slip-ups, no contradictions, no loose ends. If we can prove we’re an asset—something they can use, something they can trust—we survive. If not? Well… you’ve seen what happens to communities that outlive their usefulness.
Stay sharp. Stay disciplined. And maybe, just maybe, for the first time in this site’s history… we’ll actually be the ones pulling the strings.
The Team
( More INFO here: www.trp.red/p/trp/8793 )
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It's hilarious to me that somebody found the ai chat bots from 2023 and has engaged them in an effort to please the RHF.
It is even funnier that it's kind of working.

2h ago The Hub
Looked into my post history, fuck me
in the arse you naughty boys. With a broom

I have concluded that women aren't worth it. However, rather than go MGTOW monk, I'm going to start gaming and fucking men.
Certainly a choice, i guess.
You know what, fuck it you crazy son of a bitch, I'm in. Out. In. Out. In. Out.... Uugghhhhh

2h ago The Hub
Alright, I see what's going on here. And it's gay. Very, very gay. Like me. Did I mention I like doods? Cause on account of my gayness.

3h ago The Hub
"They're All Players"
Don't make the mistake most men do - assuming that she's a "good girl" (101 level mistake) or "she's different" (102 level mistake). This is an idealization. The reality is that what women decry in men they call "players" is their own default sexual strategy.
What's a player? A person who maximizes their own options at the expense of their potential partners, regardless of the (stated or actual) wants and needs of said potential partners.
Defining the player
Think of any girl you've wanted, past or present. It's a given she has options - after all, the beauty you lusted after didn't just work on you. But what did she do with these options? Did she play the game your blue-pilled self idealized, and invest heavily in the first thing that caught her fancy? Did she "love" with everything she had, like you thought would win her over? Or did she assess the value of her options, keep many strings pulled just hard enough to stick around, and cycle between various shiny objects?
If you're honest with yourself, Option 2 is the clear strategy of said girl since she first started recognizing and receiving romantic attention.
What if we flip that script...?
Let's enter a fantasy world for a moment and imagine you're a man with options. Before TRP, would you naturally (or even be able to) craft a list of pros and cons of the women in your life, pull their strings to keep them around, and cyclically fuck the ones who seem most interested, available, or attractive?
Almost certainly not. For men, that's a learned skill. In fact, that skill can only be the result of first becoming the guy WITH options.
So what does it mean...?
Becoming a TRP aware man, developing options, and selfishly exploiting them for your own benefit is roughly equivalent to basic, learned-as-a-teenager female sexual strategy. That understanding is the key to unlocking abundance - realizing that what you've worked to attain is available by default to the women you're after.
It seems much less "amoral" and a lot more "fair" once you internalize the idea that they're all players.
Therefore, it is your right to take your hard earned attractiveness and exploit it to maximize your own happiness. After all, she's been doing it since middle school....
I have concluded that women aren't worth it. However, rather than go MGTOW monk, I'm going to start gaming and fucking men.
Line up, fellas.
tl;dr basic bitch wall of text truisms
The true introduction to the brown pill.
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Taking a quick break to take a peak.
Man, I can't believe how immature you people are. I would never stoop so low as to add shit to someone's post.
Never. Ever.
This is the last from me; everything after this is from guys who love sucking cocks in bus station restrooms.
I'm more of an upmarket kind of guy. You know, at least make it a motel room. That's somewhat less gay, in my experience.
You think I just throw on whatever for an 11 o’clock crack-motel rendezvous? Please. I put on my best boots, hike up the girls, and make sure I look the part. I know where I stand in this world: right under it, with a solid four to five inches keeping me there.

This is why we can't have nice things, isn't it?
My idea of nice things: emulating Muhammad by fucking a goat. .. and making goat cheese.
