Wherein I reflect on why maybe yesterday’s recording about Jeff Epstein & Steve Bannon didn’t sit well with some and compare the ballooning lore behind him to my childhood propensity to lie, exaggerate & invent stories about myself to seem more interesting.

Now that I read what I just wrote it sounds like a really bad, sloppy analogy.

Oh well, I doubt anyone ever listens to these recording based on these retarded synopsis anyway.

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Wherein I argue that the dehumanization & cartoonification of human beings, friend or foe, does a disservice to humanity as it avoids solving underlying issues.

Very few people are 100% good or evil and thinking such only robs the individual from being able to confidently navigate reality.

I touch on a number of forbidden topics here which is guaranteed to upset many people.

I don’t care.

This is not a defense of Epstein, it is a defense of reality over imagination.

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Wherein I argue that the ska scene in Provo Utah in the early nineties, of which I was the nucleus, is perhaps the perfect example & manifestation of the programming that lead well meaning, good natured young white men, down a road of suicidal charity for people who hate them, and would ultimately put the future of said white people at risk of destruction & elimination.

It’s no wonder why white women are freaking out.

Shouts out to Catherine O’Hara & John Candy

This analogy works way better than I’d like.

You might not get it.

Not my problem.

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Wherein I judge myself for judging Jesse James for being married 5 times, most recently to a porn star named Bonnie Rotten.

He traded Sandra Bullock for that?

Of course he did, and, unfortunately, I think I get it.

Not proud of it, but I get it.

You’re not gonna like how I drag Jesus into this.

Fair warning.

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Wherein I reluctantly talk about the phenomenal inversion of morality resulting in a public that has been trained to accept that Don Lemon has any moral authority whatsoever.

It’s gets a little graphic.

If you are squeamish about sodomy, as hopefully you are, you might want to skip this one.

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Wherein a female internet friend of 20 plus years, aggressively asks the above question & I attempt to answer it in detail.

Long story short, lots of things happened to me.

Lots of insane things that are almost impossible to believe.

They happened to you too.

Why are we reacting so differently?

I have some thoughts about that too.

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Wherein I describe how and why you & I became controlled opposition & punctuate it with a story about Marlon Brando, in which I might be stretching the analogy to its limits.

Basically, the real you is who you are and act while driving or dreaming.

Yeah, I have opinions.

Big deal.

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Wherein I describe the seemingly double standards applied to Squirrels vs Rats and attempt to describe why they aren’t double standards at all, and if you think they are, you are either a woman or a man who needs to suck it up and grow a pair.

I give plenty of evidence for communists to convict me of whatever nonsense they dream up.

I take too long to get to the point, as usual, because I don’t edit and zero dollars are being exchanged.

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Wherein I rant about so called tough guys who are more concerned about being popular than saying & doing the obviously right thing.

Also more ranting about women and weak men being programmed by female super hero movies to a degree that they insert themselves into situations that will surely get them killed.

I warned you that I am an impatient person, and it shows here.

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Wherein I make some proposals on how we might rid the world of the disease called “Fame” or at least mitigate some of it’s most harmful effects, using some new tools that some like to classify as AI.

I also use the word Parasocial for the first time, as I just learned it from someone commenting on one of my recordings which is awkward considering how I claim that All Media Is Porn.

I’m going out on multiple limbs here.

I might come crashing down at any moment.

Dramatic.

Gay.

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