𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐲 Mister Lister on Nostr: I am Mister Lister, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the ...

I am Mister Lister, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the goof of his poast? 'No!' says the Terminally online white nationalist, 'That thing you're having fun with is JEWISH.' 'No!' says the man in the prude, 'Keep that hornt poasting away from the TL!.' 'No!' says the blackpiller, 'Everything is fucked! You have to talk about politics!.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose to make my home on... Poast, an instance where the shitpoaster would not fear the censor, where the lewd anime poaster would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, and a small tithe to Grafman, Poast can become your instance as well.