LOCKED IN! NO WAY OUT!
How many years? And still this hamster wheel. May I remind you:
I warned ye. Ye was warned. I warned ye all.
Now as it happens, I had nothing to do with all of all y'alls shenanigans; I was meant to be merely the sacrificial, ignorant patsy. The choice made sense; after all, I was just sitting there with no apparent purpose, like an unexploded sea mine depth charge, washed up on the beach next to the dog park.
Where children and dogs play! And poop. But that's like play, I guess? Whatever. In any case, there I was. What do?
Obviously not SIMPLY TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH. Oh, Heavens to Betsy. What might that do to the economy? Besides, literally everyone had swallowed the replacement narrative, laid in place since the actual 80’s. I never denied any of it (or heard it), and combined with what I had actually done, as well as not done (or even appeared to try), sending me to the glue factory must made the best business sense.
And, after all, that's what it was all about, eh? The business. Yeah, for you currents events in currency obsessed whack-jobs.
I learned about BTC when it was $80. It was down from a spike to over $100. Zut alors! People were amazed. Would it ever rise that high again? People, proles, and drooling airhead dingbat morons were perplexed. Was it only another fad?
I had never heard of this shit before and within 5 minutes of research I figured out that it was real and that I was staring at the ultimate opportunity of our lifetimes. And I instantly thought to myself, “why did no one that I knew tell me about it beforehand, and I had to learn about it through a Google feed advertisement news blurb?”
You all know why. I'll tell you why. I wasn't invited to the party. I wasn't taught in school how to manage private equity. I was taught BASIC and COBOL and directions to the nearest Kinkos. No one had any particular vision in mind of me becoming any kind of financial wunderkind. It was the most obvious freeze-out in the entire fucking history of ostracism.
She named her kid B.T.C. You were all raising him as a project, you're all military, it's all a psyop, all of you have shitloads of access to resources of a financial nature. Because after all, you all earned it.
OTOH: I had earned nothing but contempt. (Standards.) Within 2 days of looking to buy any, I could tell that there wasn't any possible way that I could ever find any for real and if I did I would never be able to keep it because I didn't have any knowledge of the security measures necessary to insulate digital wallet from online theft. I was one person. You are military legion.
Perfectly okay to borrow my cell phone and flip a bunch of crypto without paying tax under my name and I expect that I was going to be saddled with the tax liability, but heaven forfeend anybody explained anything to me or kicked down some fucking coins. Because... well after all. I am a savage Z•—Gj<3®.
Or, so it was determined by your groupthink. It was remarkably apparent to me, what the designated narrative was supposed to be.
Sow: I changed it. Why not? I am a goddam genius and in no way do I belong to anyone other than Myself. While I am sure you all see it differently, I don't give a single ripe wet shit for any perspective of any of you... until I ask.
Collectively, you are neither my guiding light, nor my lodestone. If anything, you are my karmic moral of the story we together share... there but for the grace of God go I.
I don't know how many of you are still struggling to bring me to heel. After all, I'm supposed to respect thine authority over my chattel flesh, n‘est-çe pas? And so, I do; for dominion sway, none of any of all y'all have an iota.
Truly I am mystified that I have an opportunity to spell this out brazenly, without feeling that I'm wasting my time. As clearly, enough of you salty b¡†C¡-i kcrust :Ë: don't quite grok the scene, that I feel a compulsion to make this perfectly clear:
YOU HAVE BEEN RECRUITED BY THE CIVIL KIWI SIREN PATROL TO BE BOUND BY GEAS TO TRACK AND HUNT THE VILLAIN OF THE ROYAL LINEAGE OF (blank). YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW ANY NAMES.
JUST COLLAR THAT SLOW, STUPID, RECALCITRANT Z•—Gj<3®. INEXORABLE TIDAL FORCES OF ARCANE BINDING IRRESISTIBLY INVOKE YOUR COMPLIANCE.
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. (Dragging ass and simply preferring to avoid committing any acts of sexually deviant assault as part of a baited trap isn't resisting, it's simply negotiating at the sub-meson level from a more civilized perspective. So there.) And, that's why, some otherwise fine folk are losing their goddam minds at having been deftly outmaneuvered by my foresight and strategic planning ... without being at all obvious about it.
That is because I am a brilliant, hyperdeductive survivor of relentless hostility, and all you Fed midshipmen swabbies are totesoft. You've had stuff handed to you that the vast majority of Humanity doesn't even know exists.
And of course: all for all of you, but never a bit for me. Why? Well, CIVIL KIWI SIREN COMMAND SAID SO.
Also: I am one (1) goddam hard target and the thrill of the chase is the bulk of the joy of the hunt. Face it: you live for this whole stupid crazy flight to fight me for my stolen freedoms and my unfathomably boorish lack of any valor. You think.
In reality: IDGAF what anyone imagines, as my life is my own and is not for any other to barter or batter for any other to give, or to take.
I am a full-blooded descendant of the line of Hercules, and while I am not the natural athlete my father was, I am the possesor of a mastermind intellect, the capacities of which, are far beyond your own to ever fully grasp.
That's just the way it is. Some things will never change. I am an indomitable worker and it is not hard for me; to work well is the smart thing to do, especially when alone.
I simply don't work for ANY of YOU. (Standards.) Think about it: why the fuck would I? Think about it for a good while. Let me know what you come up with.
Hopefully, the number of a quality licensed psychotherapist, ya filthy whack-job cracka-ass cracker dimwit mong-mingers. What are you really going to do with a slave, anyway? Roast them on a spit while berating them to hurry up and turn crispy, the stupid roast bigger?
Face reality: most you have been basically hypnotized. (Looks good on ewe though.) No shame in it. None of you can really stand a chance against 4D Alpha Draconan technology.
Because, in the first place, even if you did: they can activate their Omega 13, and then all of a sudden, whooooa, you lost. But, you won?
Yeah. Then two steps back and then one step forward from a vantage point beyond the heliopause, which is easy when one knows how, and inconceivable to comprehend when one knows only 3D Punyling dimensional architecture.
And, what you were mindshackled into subservience to do: CAPTURE THE RENEGADE MAGYAR. Because seriously: I am obviously worth the effort, and it is unimaginably precious to spend the time... to hunt.
CüīVī. Get çum. What is the goddam hold up? Oh, let me guess: NOW, it's complicated.
It's actually not. I have a fucking headache and goddam self-respect. “Hurry up and rape.” Yeah, well, this is literally my max tippy-top speed and is remarkably speedy compared to how fast I go if I decide to drop heels and anchor on a whim. Whenevah.
Just to take in a goddam view. Just think of it: an itinerary with freedom. No small thing, to be certain.
Conversely, there's all of you:
LOCKED IN.
NO WAY OUT!
I don't know what you twerpy derpa-lings actually have to do, but it's clear you all have to do it; because no one is ringing me up with apologies, liquor, money, or intel. Y'all think you know sow, so much.
I guess you did. Now you know bupkis. How could such a reversal of fortune have ever taken place?
Here's a hint: you racist bigot dimwit blowhard sperghead faglords really pissed me off, and it seems none of you even know how to display any signal of caring.
And, of course very likely: you don't. Denial is funny stuff. After all, who wants to remember their mistakes from years gone by?
Winners, that's who. Holy Jesus shitballs, Bellgab. No Plan B ready to roll out, didn't trust Plan A, by what metric did it seem that I was a free lunch?
I don't really want to know. Bottom line is this: time is being wasted in a very public way and while that is hilarious, I have an actual life, People.
#paymet∞
