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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Wherein I once again describe how someone I don’t like reminds me of me.

It’s always about me, isn’t it?

For Bill, it’s about Bill.

He and & have a lot in common and I hate it.

I’m better than him though, because, well, this is a problem that is pretty easy to figure out.

Anyway, all I wanted was to hear what Woody Allen & Billy Joel had to say, but Bill didn’t let him get a word in edgewise.

Sad state of affairs.

Jews.

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Wherein I recount my experience listening to SCOTUS yesterday, talking about gun shenanigans & how that lead me down another road of tribalism, sexism, racism etc.

More specifically, race mixing, tribe mixing & the worst of all, vote mixing.

Interracial marriages? Yeah, I talk about that too.

Weirdly, I have pretty direct experience with all of it.

So do you.

Brady Bunch stuff.

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