Well, whatever it is that you’re doing is appealing
Yeah; most landmark civil rights court cases end up being repeatedly challenged on appeal. Whether it will be upheld or not, makes no difference to whether or not I'm going to do what I am doing. Oh, your criticisms are valued; they are also boilerplate and meaningless given that I'm not trying to be popular or appreciable or rated on base on a new standard of modern popular thought.
I am on a mission from God. (It's complicated, shiksa-slayer. If you want me to be writing according to your standards of acceptability, maybe you should tell me what those are, rather than just mention that they don't measure up. I already know I don't measure up to you. I don't even know who you are!
So important to fact, that you reply at all and are dismissive is the closest thing I get to applause. Or actual compassionate human warmth. You made out of realize that, if you've deemed me to be simply out for attention, which is what I supposed somebody who thrives on it would conclude by only reading what I write and never actually knowing anything about me from personal interaction.
You would be a more effective communicator if you actually communicated. js
to no one but you.
I can assure you I am not appealing to myself.
And that makes you the only sperglord here.
What do you think that word means? I don't think you have the same understanding of sperg that I do. In fact, I know you don't. Because for one thing, you seem to know exactly how many people are reading everything that I write, and you're in the position to know how much is enough to count, because apparently it's more than just one, where there's a certain critical threshold of appeal that needs to be reached, does everything do with YouTube metric, wow you should have told me about that at some point, sometime, you know I bet you have all sorts of interesting knowledge of the facts and histories in your particular area of expertise, and rather than just dismiss yours out of hand and call you a Nazi bimbo, I'll just point out that you don't really seem to have much knowledge or faith of anything that I have to know about. My impression of your impression of me is that you think I give a shit what people think of what I am writing here.
The fruit part makes sense with you though.
I don't think this website is even allowed to be accessed by members of the general public, I think it's on lockdown by INTERPOL. I think the illusion that I'm free in the world to broadcast any of my thoughts to the population over the Internet is a complete fabrication designed to make me feel comfortable and warm while I'm kept in suspended animation until it's time for me to be put into the woodchipper.
Enjoy your own jizz.
Without you I am nothing.
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I think this is Metron. Or whatever. I don't care. Your cult of personality owes me, among other things, a goddam refrigerator. I was not surprised to come home and find the same cursed refrigerator, but that nothing at all happened other than pilfering while you all did.. What?
So I was really going to ask to have me read me in at some point this month, but probably not anymore. Whatever nightmarish hellscape your lives have become, I don't think I want to hear about it. You should get your pardons, and you should get back to your lives.
On mEĪī-ī. Speaking of which: why is the pole dancer who really dropped the ball when...
handling me in the 90s, someone in your community on YouTube? Why does she roll around talking shit about me and acting as if her opinion of me has so much merit that it doesn't need to be discussed in my presence, which is only sneered at? How in the world did that snooty, lippy broad get into a position of social authority around here? Is she a private investigator? Is she a full-time private investigator? Does she have an investigator badge? Does she wear a badge while sucking cock? I retract the last question.
If she has ever had a badge, of course she has never once taken it off.
Final question: do I have to listen to Angie From New Jersey? Her dismissive attitude towards me is appalling. Maybe the two of you can start a little hate club, or maybe two of them.
One focus on everything you hate, and the other focused on everything that you love that I don't do that I hate. Or something. Honestly I'm sick of the whole fucking nonsense mess; and since you're all whacked out on drugs that some white suited quack gave you that f***** up your brains and ruined your ability to think rationally, I really don't know actually why I would want to be appealable to anybody.
I write for the sake of future historians. People will want to know how I did whatever it was that I am doing; and I'm certainly never going to tell anyone.
#SetecAstronomyThis isn't class. You are not dismissed. I'm simply fucking done.
(For chao.)
Adios, chicas. Curbie, fŪ. I am sick to death of your f****** b*******. DEA: CINDERS. Your entire way of doing business is disgusting in both its thoroughly inept incompetence and its inability to figure out what it needs to do here.
For one thing you could have made a lot more money by switching your car insurance to Geico. For another: could you explain to anybody how it is that anybody is supposed to take you seriously without shooting a dog? It seems a fair question.
>KNOW: I will never be your czar. Good luck with your latest opioid crisis, Morons. Hey, here's an idea: go steal some more houses, prioritizing ones that are inhabited by political dissidents and other undesirables.
#KnifeTheBirds
