Oh, it was just a PR stunt for a new website, or plain, unadorned, fabulist bullshit that serves ONLY to freak everyone out at Russia’s expense:
Well, duuuuh:
Oh — I don’t know — maybe the perfection of patience incarnate finally has become so exasperated with the dancing, hopping, poking, slobbering harpies he wants quit of our horse shit?
Could we, like, get, say, Julian Assange and Kim Dotcom to be our Masters of the Complicated System of pipes? Or maybe you have the chi to go slap Issa around?
Like I wuz sayin’ yesterday, that bottomless source, Bibi playing Oprah for a plane full of “terrorized” Jews.
STONE COLD ACTUALITY:
geezers might find another couple nickels to rub together
Don’t get excited. It’s JUST midterms bullshit:
yes, walk us ALL through the logistics
[I guess it’s just a coincidence my smunched lumbar spine symptoms mimic osteoarthritis so perfectly, because, dude, I’ve been smoking steadily for SIXTY years.]
can’t even count on economists to get their math right
I know he’s an irascible fuck whose POV frequently deserves a loud slap, but, dammit, he so often also makes pristine points, so I put up with it.
Dear Fellow Geezers: It has come to my attention that the forces arrayed against us are using an Andrew Tate creation to mindfuck everyone to a crisp. It’s something of an ordeal to listen to Candace detailing it so as to leave us with a more distinct impression of how it’s done, but I feel it is worth our time to learn about it so we can give up, go hang out at our local graveyards to await our ends in peace.
I’d just like to state here that I have suggested the actual mechanism of all the missing billions and trillions to people clearly so mystified by it that they need to be reminded about both the power of pay over the masses [think terrorist groups and pushbutton revolutionaries and politicians and propagandists and PR/marketing people, and, now, kids in their parents’ basements, dreaming of fancy cars and a fat bank account] and the power of position [which then loops directly back to the power of pay right herein described]. Partake in it and you die of acute existential terror and the gangrenous vital organs it produces.
The origin of all this is that miss-steeeer-ee-us cabal of unutterably wealthy entities whose murderous whispers we think betimes we can almost hear. It’s not being spent on fantastical space wars, and while it may well be supporting a “breakaway civilization”, it’s right here on Endurance. They are SO wealthy they have no need for anything as grubby as a bank account. Nope. They whisper. The money materializes.
