Hey everyone,

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 ) And remember men, a bag of dicks a day keeps the doctor gay.

#seriousshit

From my divorce I usually have few flashbacks - turning points.

• I recognise the shit is happening and keep it quiet - in the meantime I change the passwords I should have never share - I'll save my ass down the line - probably prison time

• I ask the brutal questions - they sound as the accusations - but technically they were the questions that I wanted to know the answers for - under the influence of the emotions she abandons our house - which again saves my ass down the line as later on she was looking for conflict and tries to get me at least into the arrest, this way I avoid living with her, speed up proceedings - making her living fuck know where and wanting the house sale money, instead of dragging the sale forever

• she tries to get me out of the house by claiming an attack on her during her unexpected visit to the house, filing the claim to get me arrested - I have incident on the video and avoid problems, but seeing the police attitude [woman interrogator] it might have been a narrow escape

• the house sale was completed - ex stays away - her fem friends that no doubt have helped her to come up with the various plots I have seen - take away from the home the items that were mine by a court agreement. The police comes and the fems admit in front of the police they have taken it and hand it back to me right there and there. Boy of one of this girls comes to the rescue while the police handles the above mentioned problem and throws the fists and slurs at me.

• ex looses the support of her friend lawyer that was so far doing everything for free - I know that from the messages on the device she forgot to log off from

• I communicate with the ex with CCs to the court since now the lawyers are not required. She wastes the court time by not getting requested paperwork, but at the same time produces more than 300 pages of some other bs that she should have share with me, but didn't. My paperwork is lean and on the spot. Woman Judge is rather unhappy. I get 50% of the house and 90% of the rest of the stuff, which would probably not happen if she wasn't a cunt.

As a bonus I had the house for myself for many months and could fuck other bitches that also kept the ex away as she didn't want to bum into them.

ex was a good girl, she really was

to the point tho

I was 45 years old. My favorite post I had ever done on the dot reds, which in turn spawned my favorites thread ever on the dot reds, had somehow gone missing for a couple of years.

I cried out to Shrek, but he left me on read on each attempt.

I cried out to Vermy and RPS on a few occasions. No luck.

Until one day, April 3rd 2025, Vermy restored my meme about @goodmansaysfuckyou's, er, GaryOldman's fucking profane-ass username!

and he invited me to make manbabies!

Excited, i bent him over the table. My massive eshrektion started to penetrate his eagerly awaiting anus.

aren't you going to take our pants off before you begin?

...Vermy inquired eagerly.

nah, I'm just going to bust right through!

...I replied.

As I began the pelvic thrusts (that'll make you insaaa-aa-aaaane), I suddenly smelled a familiar scent. Before I could speak up, Vermy inquired:

hey, do you smell onions?

Suddenly, the door crashed open.

it was Shrek!

eeey, laddies, room for one more?

We eagerly assented. Shrek entered me from behind, with his ogresized eshrektion suddenly steering my more modest one.

The man-ogre-man love caused an event horizon. The world will never be the same.

Shrek is love, and so is Vermy.

Shrek is LIFE, but so is Vermy.

And then, I saw her face. Now. I am, a believer.

Not a trace

Of doubt in my mind