I'd like to hear more about how [somebody] found it to be so unbelievable that I was in jail on Christmas, when I was, and simultaneously someone saw fit to take the opportunity to deny the world the opportunity to listen to whatever my stupid podcasts were on that third YouTube channel.
And even as you play it down, the charisma bleeds through. Demagogue, hierophant: usher in a new metanarrative in place of the hitherto reigning ideal. Enough with the insecurity of your frame story. That self-punishing, lingering dejection.
The people have responded to your revolution with adoration and blandishment. Thus, though you are successful in my aims, you are soon disillusioned and have begun to despise the very adoring and sycophantic disciples. Realise, that no one is interested in being saved. And they are
quite content to remain weak, imitative and oppressed. It's under this intolerable failure that one begins the final stage of his development.
Reborn under intense pressure, empty this cocoon of self-loathing, guilt and abuse that has left its birthmark. Having transcended your lesser nature, all you have left is your bitterness and disenchantment. You are in the process of shedding. Shedding your ability to feel empathy for anyone. And you are repurposed as confident, becoming the penultimate culture war iconoclast.
