Yes yes. The Russians are as expecting still busy doing their crawling business to Kiev, Trump is still president of Murrica, and of course Israel attacked something somewhere somewhere. You folk are still very busy with your fucking shitshow.
Because you prepared it, right? We all create a total disaster and then try to do more of it for only 13 extra years you know. And still going.
That’s your level.
So let’s share another story from Guam. There are quite a few actually. The next one is…interesting. So the final night was one of them prepared ones and obviously I had gotten highly allergic to them. So then of course you have to go on for well over a decade, but
That’s your level.
We’ll get to it in detail soon enough. But let’s share one story. So some Polish GM told me more or less this: Once upon a time there was this party at someone’s place, and to get things short: Someone overdosed and was lying on the floor being unconscious. Now most were panicking and wanted to call an ambulance, but there was one guy who said “no, no, I know what to do here, there’s no need for an ambulance” and kicked him really hard in the head. He didn’t wake up. Then he kicked him again, and again, and again. Then at some point the subconscious dude stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating. He was dead. Now normally the kicking guy would have been in enormous trouble, but it turned out that his father was really rich and just paid his son’s way out. And the moral of the story was this (which I’ll quote literally):
Don’t Worry, Money Pays For Everything
Quite the moral, obviously, but hey, judging from what your moral hazards can come up with I shouldn’t be expecting too much.
That’s your level.
So first of all, it’s just an anecdote. But people had been saying things that would happen in real life for a while now, both in riddles and just bluntly, and they were all a) coming true and b) extremely destructive. They were designed to destroy.
So they knew what they had done. They knew it very, very well. But there were superinteresting experiments incoming, so they covered it up by cranking up the completely destructive madness even more and with more, and more and more imbeciles joining the ranks of the delusional freaks.
By now we’re over 12 years later and they’re still going strong.
So, again, for the millionth time, why don’t you folk start talking? What exactly is the name of your disease to begin with?
Come on, don’t be the usual fuckhead. Start talking. And who the fuck has my money? Where is it? From the money you have poured into this up to now I could have lived five lifetimes in a superluxury apartment in downtown Tokyo or something like that.
But for just spending a few pennies on paying someone for what you’ve actually done, or simply for letting someone live in peace you’re too fucked up.
What is wrong with you to begin with?
