I’m kind of on the fence now after about “the fearful and the stupid” myself. Not legitimately mentally retarded, down syndrome types... but right AND left FUCKTARDS who want social media likes more than IQ points... who knowingly took poison in their veins to “go back to normal” because they believed “normal” was healthy and well, normal. I have to pray constantly or am filled with anger and wrath at these mouth-breathing “YOU’rE KiLLinG My GrANdMoTher!!” Types.
It is, and was, a military-grade psychological operation. When I watch these dumb fat fuckers all masked up, alone in the parking lot, loading their toxic groceries into their dirty car covered in retarded bumperstickers... sometimes I wonder if they have fleeting moments of happiness, I wonder if there’s anything I could’ve done in my life to end up like them... was it the grace of God, or was it a curse... that I just can’t eat drink and be merry.. I have to know everything about everything... I have to spend hours researching to make even a simple choice... Am I jealous of these types? Or vain and egotistical by wishing they were more like me?
Or both? This is what No-EZ thinks about... all the damn time lol.
George moved his guidestones to Georgia.
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I’m kind of on the fence now after about “the fearful and the stupid” myself. Not legitimately mentally retarded, down syndrome types... but right AND left FUCKTARDS who want social media likes more than IQ points... who knowingly took poison in their veins to “go back to normal” because they believed “normal” was healthy and well, normal. I have to pray constantly or am filled with anger and wrath at these mouth-breathing “YOU’rE KiLLinG My GrANdMoTher!!” Types.
It is, and was, a military-grade psychological operation. When I watch these dumb fat fuckers all masked up, alone in the parking lot, loading their toxic groceries into their dirty car covered in retarded bumperstickers... sometimes I wonder if they have fleeting moments of happiness, I wonder if there’s anything I could’ve done in my life to end up like them... was it the grace of God, or was it a curse... that I just can’t eat drink and be merry.. I have to know everything about everything... I have to spend hours researching to make even a simple choice... Am I jealous of these types? Or vain and egotistical by wishing they were more like me? Or both? This is what No-EZ thinks about... all the damn time lol.
For some reason you reminded me of bo burhams From The Perspective of God..
"You're all just a bad game of sims"
Are you actually doing anythign about it apart from posting pictures on the internet.