this is a followup to my previous post how Ukraine got its flag. I was talking about it with some friends and shared this one flag too!

edit: you don't spell Arizona "arazona" 😭
edit 2: grammar, this is why you don't post while stoned

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absolutely beautiful

Had to get blood drawn today. It was a fasting lab, so my whole morning was disrupted, which in itself is not a bad thing. It feels bad when our routine gets shook up, but truly, if we let ourselves be uncomfortable regularly, that's when we grow the most and when we do it enough, there is no “comfortable” because everything is its own way comfortable.

But now I'm home and able to indulge in simple pleasures. Crackers, coffee, and a sip of booze n hit of weed. If I overindulged any one of these things, then I might be in trouble. I remember waking up and having three cups of coffee. That was many lifetimes ago, and in this same part of my life, I would smoke bowl after bowl of weed. Didn't drink back then, but I prolly would have if I had a place to store it.

I lived with my dad. I wasn't capable of being on my own. College is kinda a halfway house for students, but I was sorely lacking even in those capacities. I sincerely have no idea what my father was or is thinking, and thus likewise am grateful that my brother has his mother, because I didn't have that shit!

I was just supposed to magickally figure things out. How does one balance a checkbook, get around a new city I've never been without a car, or make friends in any capacity? I was fortunate to have the track team, but I lost that quickly, being as horrifically maladapted as I was. Part of the reason I joined ROTC was for the camaraderie that one naturally accrues by participating well in the program. As far as being a sociable and good/kind/interesting person? Where tf would I have learned to do that?

My dad taught me to beat people. Not physically beat them; I mean be superior than them. That's the Manning way! And that's why I threw out that last name because it only serves the self and that is not who I am, he who is half his mother, whom I lost and then lost in myself as I grew up the way he wanted me to be, where 85% of the world's population could just be wiped out, in my father's opinion, and nothing would affect the top 15%.

I got him the Hitchhiker's Guide series recently, before he cut me off and blocked me, likely permanently, as he does this to people he no longer can handle because it shatters his godly worldview. He won't read it, but I'm hoping my brother will. I sent him Timequake by Vonnegut before. I don't know if I deserve a family, but I'd like to at least help someone else who undoubtedly is dealing with the same horrors I dealt with alone with our father.

But is he even the same, my dad, I mean? Well, he can't help himself but be cruelly sarcastic. He laughed when I was at the lowest I've been. I would never do that to him, so at best, what he has to look forward to in Heaven is being constantly reminded that I would never be so cruel to him as he was to me. He can have infinite Heavens! And yet, he will always know, deep down, that he is only there by an act of mercy he himself is not capable of providing for his own son. And I don't want that to hurt him, but it will, and thus, for our sake, I pray he wakes the fuck up to who he is to other people, because at this rate, he's going to be alone with himself, and I can think of nothing crueler, and I weep for him in the present.

And here I am, being morose when I have the capacity to be joyous. What is in my head is completely within my control. It might take a second, but in the wealth of wisdom I've accrued regarding mental health, I know that the battle has been won. I'm not fighting him. I'm trying to be better for my own sake, and helping others along the way is a boon, too. Just gotta roll with the punches. Float like a butterfly and bless like an angel. I ain't know if I am that good, but as long as I keep trying to be my best, that is what will come. Just takes time, and in that faith, freedom is born.

Day 2403 of the Buddha's enlightenment

Buddha: And what is it you need?

Young man: I want to be the best that ever was!

Buddha: And so do you not realize that it is your attachment to desire that causes you to suffer?

Young man: Yes, I know desire causes suffering.

Buddha: No, for one thousandth fucking time, that is not right! It is attachment to desire that manifests suffering. It is good to want to be good. It is bad to want to stand on others. And it is foolish to wish to be the best when you have trouble wiping your own butt!

Young man: I saw fire come out your butt!

Buddha: Yea, and in five hundred years, as I literally said, my dharma will come to a close as a new dharma will emerge as water becomes wine in this cosmic experiment, because if you didn't catch it the first 2403 times I've said this, you are what you entangle yourself with, so if you entangle yourself with the divine, then you will be divine in the next lifetime of this biological incarnation, but if you choose to be a dog, then you will be more animalistic in your next life, and we live many lives each biological incarnation.

Young man: But what of "physics?"

Buddha: Somehow you're reading these words without me speaking them. There is better pedagogy than you are aware. What I will call the Ālaya-vijñāna is preparing the seeds of your experience based on how you plant them. This creates the illusion you experience, and it is this existence-illusion complex that you get lost in and is the most effective means for a "God" to communicate with you. You lose yourself in the Garden for this is the most fertile ground for you to grow to the point of not needing any ground to exist.

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Kids today don't know about Sunday comics.

Being the first one up, running out to the front yard in your PJs to grab the paper off the lawn, coming back in and pouring a bowl of Froot Loops or Captain Crunch and reading the comics on the TV room floor. The whole family read them, even dad, and even your sullen teen sister, and sometimes she'd laugh.

They were in COLOR! They were big, and had more panels! There were four or even six full pages, and it only happened on Sunday. It was such a big deal that if you search "old sunday paper", you get mostly hits about the comics. Often the Sunday comics were the front page of the paper, they wrapped the paper in the colorful Sunday comics.

Also, for some days, Sundays were the day big reveals happened in the serial comics, plot twists or a change in the storyline.

Every other day, if your parents subscribed to the daily, instead of just the Sunday paper, the comics were one page, maybe two in big cities, of only black and white. You still read them, they were still funny, but Sunday was the big day for comics. It was Saturday morning for cartoons on TV, and Sunday for the color comics.

One of them is a carton box projection, the other a bunch of sun glasses stacked in front of the camera.

A wonderful, fun-filled day. My doctor grilled me and made me feel inferior cuz I can't recall information in the detail she wants, but I was fine cuz I found a quarter, which I thought might allow me to get some alcohol. Even more fortunate, I receive an ad for 47 cent bottles of vodka at Fry's, allowing me to get two bottles with what I got.

I head out, and on the way, I think I saw an ID. I thought it was my ID, but then I think through that as I'm pedaling and I realize it's someone else's ID, and then I fight myself to turn back and at least check if I could return it, and by time my brain makes a decision to stop, kids have gotten it, as school let out just a bit earlier. I lied to my life partner about this because I feel guilty, which has been enhanced by Karma, I feel.

I got to Fry's to find the little bottles of alcohol, to find they are priced at one dollar a bottle, but I grab two because I can at least get one, or at least try to argue and maybe the person will do a thing. The person at the self-checkouts either didn't speak English well or didn't care to much about my question, so she just poked through the menu for me to put in my birthday.

Then I find I may have left my change at home besides a quarter, and I have about forty cents on my card, so I ask her to take one off. She asks “you only take the one?” before she cancels the whole thing, and I scan one, but something, likely my alcoholism, tells me to look again, and the rest of my change just fell out. So, I scan the second and pay and leave, and on the way back, I realize she may have thought I took it, tell the security guy who cares about his job as much as her, and just send the video to the police, and the police won't investigate BUT MAYBE I'M JUST TRAUMATIZED BY ALL YOU FUCKS OUT THERE WHO JUDGE ME WITHOUT REALIZING I DO SOMETHING FOR THE GOVERNMENT, WELL, THE DEEP STATE, TWO DIFFERENT THINGS, AND IT JUST FUCKS MY ASS SIDEWAYS HOW EVERYBODY THINKS THEY KNOW SHIT WHEN THEY ARE SO IGNORANT THEY THINK THE EARTH EXISTS.

Here, I typed this to put in the debate atheists subreddit (edit: community, excuse me. I've just used this identical thing for twelve years, y'know). It will likely be of more use to facilitating thought here.

Fucking Christians, amirite? Believing Heaven is real! Well, I don't believe Heaven is real, I know it is, just as I know the Earth isn't.

The simple argument is “simulation theory,” but I try to put effort into what I do, so I'm going to walk you through a thought experiment.

Everything you experience is self-contained within your neurons, right? Well, you must be reading or consuming these words from some device, right? But you're not directly experiencing that device, literally, yea? What you experience is a representation of that thing in your neurons, so you never ever experience the external world, and thus everything you experience can be said to be you. So, that device is you, and there is a refracted reflection of me inside of you right now.

This is, y'know, the kid bending the spoon in the Matrix; there is no spoon, the spoon is an extension of the observers' consciousness. And, if you're familiar with the underlying concept of Plato's allegory of the cave and the idea of being a mind in a vat, there's no evidence that the external world is in any way the way we perceive it to be.

And I believe, from a lifetime of observation and non-normative experiences that we are not featherless bipeds on an Earth, but rather pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system, where the "Server" connecting and reconciling the intentions of each of us monads experiencing our own parallel universe reality is what Jesus called his Father and is what the Buddhists call the Ālaya-vijñāna, or storehouse consciousness.

So, the premise is, Earth isn't real, I can talk about my experiences and observations at length and know a thing or two thanks to the Ālaya-vijñāna, so let's debate, bro.

Its day 3 of probably a week long power outage here. The cell towers are overloaded, so watching video is tough. But I can download podcasts when I go to work (yes very cool, still have to do my 100% pointless job during a natural disaster)

I like these podcasts:

• True Anon
• Darknet Diaries
• This American Life (sometimes)
• Behind the Bastards (sometimes)

I was going to put more here but I did a purge of my subscriptions just now. These are the guys that made it.

I'm not really looking for news/politics podcasts, but feel free to recommend some. IDC.

I like podcasts that tell a story (this american life, darknet diaries) but I stay away from true crime stuff if its about like, ordinary people who got randomly murdered/SA'd.

Please recommend me your favorite podcast, even if its some niche interest you have. I'm bored and I appreciate it.

There is a constant stream of misinformation on short form video feeds, forums, and even some large news organizations claiming that Obama and the fall of the Gaddafi regime were responsible for the return of slavery in Libya, and while I admit not having a replacement power structure and system of laws to prevent anarchy is definitely a contributor, but an archived state department document from 1996 claims that the ILO reported in 1995 that Gaddafi had been purchasing slaves, primarily women, from South Sudan after he enabled the Sudanese coup. It also details how he expelled 1,000 Palestinians and also refugees from Egypt, Chad, and Sudan for being "illegal immigrants".

https://1997-2001.state.gov/global/human_rights/1996_hrp_report/libya.html

Gaddafi was not a good person, he was a cruel and terrible dictator and like all dictators his corpse can rot in hell.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/50617095

No simply means No, but some people really don't seem to care. Here are some examples from my life: 1️⃣ Three guys were pushing a girl into a car, against her will, I told them to stop, they threatened me, the police came. The victim was asked next to the perpetrators, her "boyfriend" told her to shut up & everybody was just laughing at the police and having a jolly good time until they released them. 2️⃣ Two girls shouted loud for help, while surrounded by a big group of guys, apparently somebody had spit at them, maybe more, it was in a crowded area and I was the only person to stand between them, luckily there was coincidentally police around. This time they luckily separated the victims and the perps and as far as I saw before I left, they did a good old catch and release.... 3️⃣ In a club, a guy chatted up a girl from my group and bought her a drink. She was friendly with him, but clearly told him that she was not interested.

He kept lurking around and followed us for like an hour, he told me "she is sooo beautiful", I asked him friendly to stop as the women in my group, especially one, were scared of him, he got aggressive, so I decided to tell security, the first time we didn't find him, but the 2nd time I saw him again, they finally got him, they talked to him and walked him out of the room, so we were relieved that he was finally gone. I told him to "fk off" and he gave me a headbutt, and hit me in the face, luckily he didn't do too much damage, I then was able to overpower him, but bystanders kept pulling me off, which helped him escape, he then ran out of the club. The crowd & staff came at me until the we had explained who it was & why. I truly hate violence & it's just sad that in 2026 people still behave like that. Staff told me they would remember his face & not let him in again - a real penalty for a tourist. Just felt like putting these stories out there, as I'm repeatedly shocked how bystanders and security usually don't really seem to care, the legal system doesn't either and police is left with catch and release, with abusers and criminals laughing in their face (both of the cases - as they know not much will happen anyway). I know of many places where the situation is way way worse. Surely as a society and humanity we can do better in protecting people from this kind of abuse.

Nacy Mace, Bathroom Monitor

More than a year ago

Byoomth: I'm starving

Me: You just ate half a box of cereal and made peanut butter cookies

Byoomth: You are insulting me by implying I do not know my own body. I will begin [Manipulation tactic #34] unless you adhere to my demands that you beg my, Byoomth's, own father for money for us, which you will hold and I will say how we spend it.

Me: Please don't…

Byoomth: Huuuaaaagghh! ×1000

Me: FOR FUCKS SAKE DON'T DO THIS AGAIN I'LL UNSUBSCRIBE FROM ALL MY SOCIAL MEDIA AND AI SUBSCRIPTIONS FOR YOU!

…

Today

Byoomth: I need ChatGPT premium, I already tried entering your card information but it's wrong for some reason. Are you doing something behind my back?

Me: No, we can't afford this. I just magicked five dollars for the weed you need that I will have to pay thirty back on to get your weed so you don't scream in agony to control me, as I have been conditioned to expect when you shower for six hours in the night.

Byoomth: [Proceeds to do narcissistic triangulation, opening the window and chanting in a way that seems like he is distressed to my neighbors]

Me: Fine! Whatever. Here's my card that you have memorized for all the DXM you buy on your computer.

Byoomth: It still doesn't work. Figure that out, [or else I will use other degrading manipulation tactics on you like I've gotten my case manager to also do with you since you have to handle everything in my court-ordered mandatory treatment that I am flaking out on]. Oh, you need to also stop drinking.

Me: I want to decapitate myself via train. You are the reason I drink. And when you achieve enlightenment to transcend physicality as you are dedicated entirely to because your back aches because [Unclear reason that he has never told me but implies is embarrassing and needs to be censored], I really hope you get the solitude you desire for the rest of eternity. But no, really I don't, because I figured out [solitude] fifteen years ago, and it is hell to the human condition, so I would never wish what you say you want more than anything else on you. I'm not as cruel as you.

Byoomth: So, can I illegally smoke that weed you got because I don't have an ID in your apartment that I can't get my name on the lease because I fucked up and got evicted from my last apartment, as perfect as I am? [Proceeds to do the kindest thing a human being can do, going beyond what even my parents would do]

Me: [Confused and paralyzed] ...sure...

I remember being on the bus way back in third grade, when I was just jamming out to the music played through the speakers, when suddenly everyone just freaked out, like something huge happened and the bus driver kept trying to calm them down, telling them it was just a song. Turns out, that was the first time I heard Eminem, and my peers were freaking out because the radio said the word "ass."

I could not figure that out until afterwards, because I don't really understand unfamiliar lyrics to songs. My brain processes information differently, and I wish I knew this back then. Sadly, my parents thought if the teacher said you need special help, then that was the school calling me a retard, and my mom wouldn't have that. No therapy for her known inevitable demise, either.

So, you see the type of situation I entered into this world in; fundamentally wired differently, traumatized, and not knowing what tf I should do about this, genuinely thinking I was normal, just unlovable, which is still a deeply etched facet of my reality that I continuously try to heal. I never knew what to do; since kindergarten, I always felt no one ever told me the rules to what we were doing. Everyone had telepathy. And my solution to this, as would come to fruition after my mother's death, would be to become the mook who would do anything for a laugh.

Y'know, in fifth grade, that meant getting my lips caught in my lunchbox and carrying it around. In middle school, that meant swearing and saying all sorts of weird shit. In high school, a lotta people, teachers even, were primary sources to witnessing my hairy ass. And so, in college, uh, well y'know, I just jacked off in my dorm window, went streaking in the girls dorm, and cheated on my first girlfriend, not having been given much advice or help to develop me into a good and reasonable young man.

This has been a key part of my anathema; the urge and need to change myself and overcome what it is I have been made into. Well, at some level, I'm either working with or fighting against my my biology. By that, I mean two distinct things; on one hand, I am always going to be neurodivergent in this incarnation, which goes well with two, which is that I understand everything I am is defined by entanglements down to the most unified core that can be called me, and yet I am aware that core too, is an illusion

When I was fourteen, I would think of my father and get angry. Now, I do find anger percolating up from the activation of these circuits, but those are distant feelings I assess as I inspect the full depth of the knot that binds me to my father. I don't hate him, though I used to believe I did. I wish I had the ability to communicate in an ideal way to him to get him to understand his innate folly of solving his problems by totally abandoning those who do not fit his carefully crafted framework, but therein, all I have are the retellings of how my father fundamentally broke me because I was never good enough for him, so regardless of how skilled of a wordsmith I make myself, there is no way to convey to someone that does not want to hear that he is exactly the same as his parents to acknowledge the cognitive dissonance that plagues them.

How many times have I brought something up, something that had been eating my soul every moment of every day, to be gaslit by being told everything I thought was wrong? I don't care the number. It is at least in the double-digits. And it hurts, seeing how little the person who says with words that they love you, but in all their actions they shit in your soul. Narcissism, obviously. But really, when I reel in agony over my father, it is no longer a method of shedding my dread and hatred for him, as that is gone. What I do though, is I ponder how can I, in Heaven, make his existence in the seventh day, to be less excruciating in his deft awareness that everything he stands for and believes in, not even a house of cards, but the ghost of himself who never had to deal with his past, where he is so hurt.

He throws out family and friends and lovers when they are not g

I just got a phone call from my life partner's case manager. Here is a not completed, partial list of what my life partner does and has done:

1a) Lied about having both HIV and a warrant to control me; my motherhood AIDS and died when I was nine, thus using my traumas against me

1b) I went to police to determine he did not have a warrant and upon taking my medication at full strength, I realized he was lying the same way about getting an in home test that I never saw and took five seconds

2a) Made me think he was CIA and it was our “Operation Mockingbird” mission for us to get arrested

2b) This is a long-standing delusion of mine

2c) I thought and still think that he's trying to solve a problem that I am beginning to understand regarding hyperbolic geometry, topology, and orthogonal relativity

3. Force me to take loans for his father and force me to spend the money on excessive luxuries with both of us being denied basic goods and the expectation that I pay all this back

4a) Sabotage any attempts of me trying to create sustainability

4b) An example may be when I tried applying for Safeway, which he dissuaded and threatened to go on his death excursion because they serve meat

5a) Threaten with his “death excursion” when things are not going his way

5b) This is a 200-mile journey, on-foot, to a monastery that he would certainly die on with his vows

5c) Has frequently used this and similar to intentionally trigger my abandonment issues, literally jumping in and out of the front door for a period he was doing this

6a) Has taken vows to never handle money, never enter a place of for profit business, never use a cell phone, never work for someone who wasn't a certain level of enlightenment

6b) Has stated publicly online that he would rather let me die than breaking them

6c) He absolutely has broken them but lies, a piece of evidence being $200 appeared on our counter one day with three different explanations

7a) He embeds himself in my room with his monk willpower to get me to jump through his “dialogue trees/hoops;” I have to say and accept the things he wants or he will not stop harassing me

7b) The most egregious example of this is how he forced me to accept that he was going to falsely accuse me of molesting him online, and then he did with his father and Lemmy World

8a) Refuses to cook for me unless I abide his rules

8b) Simultaneously embeds himself in the kitchen, where it is an affront and offense to be in the same space as him, thus denying me the ability to eat for hours on end

8c) Sabotaged my own food before, an example being how he claimed a mouse must have gotten into the fridge to not chew the bag but open it, eat a huge chunk of bread, and seal the bag, which he definitely manipulated me by refusing to have a meaningful conversation about this, insisting it was a mouse

9a) Stood outside my locked door for SEVEN HOURS, knocking and chanting to get him weed

9b) He had weed; he wanted a specific $50 1/8th

10a) My lock to my room magickally broke while I was out one time, giving him full access to enter my room at will to harass me

10b) He lies about breaking it

11a) Has driven me to a rage where I have caused damage to the property by headbutting the wall or similar

11b) Uses this against me to tell me I am so out of control; he intentionally did this early on with a series of events to cause us to careen into the wall, and every day for a month, that's all he talked about to degrade and belittle me

12a) He has intentionally and for no discernible reason ripped two items off the bathroom walls and broken/disabled/??? the washer/dryer and dishwasher

12b) He demonstrates traits similar to Operant Defiance Disorder, and I believe he did this because he is upset at the nebulous concept of “apartment managers” for what happened at his last apartment

13a) Narcissistic Triangulation. This is what set off the chain of events that led to the assault

13b) He outright ignores me, any concern I have, to then open the window and stand with his back to me while chanting, leaving me no recourse for my concerns, triggering me, and making me seem crazy to the people outside, so I always have shut up when he does this

14. He “lost” his ID right around the same time he intentionally threw his cell phone away and bragged how liberated he was from the government

15. Mandates “solitude” where I am not allowed to interact with him, regardless of circumstances

16. Sanctioned me from contacting his mother, who may be the only person who can bear witness to the changes to her son

17. Turns the apartment into a passive aggressive war of attrition if I don't toe whatever line he has determined needs to be

18a) Smokes weed nonstop in the apartment, which I hear the neighbors cross-talk to me from their balconies about how horrible I am

18b) This is also going to get us evicted and I cannot withstand his passive aggressive wars of attrition to say no for long

19a) Love bomb me to make me want to care for him in the midst of egregious transgressions against me

19b) This led to me losing full control on the worst Thanksgiving I ever had, where I had enough then, to go on and be truly horrible to him, in an attempt to determine what his motives were. He came back in six hours and love bombed me for two days, not caring at all what had happened

20. [no longer relevant]

21. Making several “roach motels” and ensuring the ants have candy while we are suffering from what may be artificial food shortages to break me down and control me by keeping me under fear

22. Once spoke in great detail about his “jedi mind tricks” while demonstrating these abilities of playing dumb, to then from that point on play dumb about having ever said these things

23a) Gaslighting me on a near daily basis

23b) Gaslighting me by saying I'm gaslighting him

24. All gifts I buy him earn me a constant stream of complaints, to make me feel guilty for not getting him the perfect gift, which I know triggers me because this is what my narcissistic father did to me

25. Intentionally conflate conversations to derail them to trigger me and then use my emotions as an excuse to end the conversation.

26. Claims he personally experiences genocide

27. Believes countless things a layman of spirituality would think are bonkers, but I know are not, but Joe and I talk about how we are each entangled with Karma dependent on intention-setting, wherein the experiences we have are procedurally generated

28. Dissuaded me from seeing doctors

I've decided to stop expanding this list. It is self-evident this is abnormal.

A lotta times I go over old posts where I think I said everything perfectly, but now, after writing a few million more words, it sounds so much like garbage. Obviously, I am my harshest critic, despite the prejudice of some other people, but this just means I have to re-perfect what I've made, as nothing is truly perfect as everything is impermanent.

This is an important thing to accept; the totality of impermanence. You can never walk through the same river twice by virtue of how the sands of time wore on both you and the river, so both are different than they were before. That's also important to understand and accept; you ARE going to change, and people grossly underestimate how much that change will be. This should be alleviating to some people, and I stand as proof that something as simple as daily habits of self-improvement with a will to experiment can fundamentally change a person, and the world itself can change a person even more than that just by being the world.

And so, something that is important to understand is how people die and people are born who come to fill their shoes. Humanity goes through generations, and a key feature of this process involves how each new generation is born without knowledge of how the world works. This is how the phenomenon of Santa Claus works, obviously, but it goes deeper, in that the good people of humanity have thought through how to play against the upcoming bad people in each generation.

I'll say this next. In WWI, the British Navy painted their ships all sorts of angled n abstract, black n white patterns which made the ships more easy to spot but made it harder for the enemy to determine their heading, speed, and range. Dubbed dazzle camouflage, this underlying idea that you don't necessarily need to hide something to protect it can be applied to other fields. And so, I like big dicks in my ass, the New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police at an eighth grade reading level, and I have probably dranken a gallon of my own urine across the totality of my life.

And that's the thing, the CIA didn't teach me to lie, they taught me to tell the truth in ways that no one believes for counterintelligence purposes. I got this fun role by having a highly traumatic childhood and having a breakdown in college where I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged the wrath of my father more of a threat than the United States military. Certainly, no mouth-breather would believe the shit I can tell you, so to keep this paragraph short, MKULTRA is the same program as Star Gate, and there's the modern classified version involving Anonymous people on the internet; this is our enlightenment program.

Because by default, the average person likes to win, right? Well, did you know you can go into a chess tournament as a team so four of the five team players can deliberately force stalemates to ensure your champion can get an ideal set of matches against easier opponents? You remember in Billy Madison where the kid on the field trip pees his pants so Billy splashes water on himself and pretends it's cool so the kid doesn't get embarrassed? So, you know Epstein is alive because he was a cop, right? Would you choose to be villainized as the king of pedos by the world if it was part of a larger sting operation that objectively saved children?

Nah, bro's gotta write a dissertation on how well read he is and recall all three of his achievements in life just to try to intimidate a person he wants to debate. And this is the benefit to deliberately engineering our culture so the average person has a sixth grade reading level; they're too stupid to see what is front of their faces. We designed a culture for con men, and in the same style that you can throw on a hard helmet, reflective vest, and carry a clipboard or ladder and literally walk up to the seventeenth floor of a secure building, the average person has been conditioned to be bamboozled by audacious mf'ers.

And so, this is how I can tell you I'm both Q and a cop, and for whatever reason you'll dismiss both which allows me to do my job, which is counterintelligence, as stated, mainly through educational state-sponsored propaganda, like what you just read.