Two days ago I biked 104km. Of course they had people lined up on the way to smash metal on metal; it’s superobvious because they only do it when I pass by and then stop once I’ve passed for a few seconds. It’s very sick, but that’s what defines this shithole with their minions, overlords and moral hazards. They started doing that ten years ago, and it’s been their favourite thing since sliced bread. There’s a video here on this blog (and youtube). For “some reason” the quality is abysmal, but you can clearly hear it, for if you don’t believe it. It gets obvious after a decade plus, trust me when I say so.
During these 10+ years they also had the amazing campaign of always repeating to each other what I had written down as part of the non-communication campaign, and (especially the old farts) looking very proud while doing so. This, of course, is hyperimportant when you’ve sold someone to the whole world to have experiments to be conducted on and are strictly not allowed to communicate in whatever sense or shape.
Yesterday I ran 7.5km apparently on the track and they had a group of minions coming up and repeating 10 times that “no one wanted to talk to them”.
hahahahahahahahahahaha
So I first decided to sing my newest self-made hit song: 「臺灣夠，臺灣夠，你們只是一群臺灣夠。」, and decided to finish my run and then have a beer. It’s getting a bit old, as they never know what to reply after they’ve uttered their one memorized line. What makes it even better is that they have spent the previous five years on another track on the great invention of metal baseball bats (hey, that’s great audio torture), and when I changed up the route a bit they just permanently did construction there (that’s what they’ve done for 10 years, the laziest form of auditive torture available, and in this case closed the place down for four years on top of it). We’ll get to this in more detail in due time.
But hey, I have been reprogrammed so I’ll just grab 100 beers then. If that’s what you want. Of course me being sober makes them die in agony. They can’t even read, let alone pay. They can only follow orders and follow severely retarded instructions. Heck, you just conducted the greatest monstrocity in history! Now that’s an achievement if I ain’t seen one.
So why I’m still here? Dude I have no place to go, and more importantly, I’m teaching talking to the real people now in the only language they understand.
That of $$$.
It’s amazing how conveniently people can forget their own mothertongue, unless it involves themselves getting paid.
Strange huh?
