You know I love the classics, particularly cult movies. I’m very keen on the 70’s too, you’ll know, and some old favourites never really die. Unlike pulp fiction, you don’t have to do much, to take an exciting trip. Let’s get away from YouTube’s Fake Fight Club, cheap budget casts and recycled scripts for a while, and watch something better, then. ‘Cos I know my readers have class and style, unlike the trolls I have to put up with, whose cheap dramas, and sordid smear campaigns I occasionally respond to, in passing, with retorts like these, when they beg to have their scripts considered, giving it the full treatment. I try not to laugh, or yawn, but turn it into fun. This guy does it so much better than I could, keeping it short, and sweet, like a Haiku, rather than making a whole production of it. I liked him so much, I hired him to do the dirty work.
Once in a while, ‘tho, I’ll dash a quick response myself, on the back of a StickyNote, if they beg (I know; I’m all heart).
Look, I tell them. I just don’t have the budget for that kind of thing (although shooting in black n’ white isn’t cheap these days), and I don’t wish to be associated with your cheap productions! But still, they insist, after squeezing themselves in the office window, you simply must be in this movie, so I send the doorman to escort them out again, so I won’t be bothered. It would make a terrific series, they tell him, and all we need from you is your cooperation, in being amenable to whatever we want to put in the script. They keep sending little plot hints, slipping them under the door at night, to try get me hooked on their cheap scripts, and lame plotlines, and insist that everyone’s just dying to be in it, all the biggest trolls on the seedy end of YouTube. Look, they insist, here’s the showreel preview, fresh off the producer’s studio. But that’s borrowed, and stale, and smells of socks; not even your own work, I think, then figure, don’t respond. Just keep the doorman out there. He’s good with the stare, and withering comments. I’ll stay comfy, and work my way through better content, I can go out for air later, while they spin their wheels in tiny circles in the parking lot.
Mind you, the ideas they pass off as their own stories might have some merit, insofar as having a basic grasp of the elements of drama that we get hooked on, no matter how poorly they execute them, and not having much in the way of real action. That’s the problem with low budgets, and poor scripts. We like our hearts racing, when the cars come chasin’, and a car chase plot device is far more entertaining than a gang of trolls chasing you down with pathetic plotlines, like their “Fake Fight Club Part 2”, where they try to smear you in mud, and pull you into a wresting pit, to wrestle with, well, pigs.
Part 1 never made it out of the gates, but they keep trying, and are, very. These classic 70’s movies aren’t a trial to watch at all, though. I don’t even drive, but they are fantastic front seat passenger seat gripping fun. Not that many bothered wearing seat belts in the 70s. Wrecked the ol’ image, didn’t it, when you were a beat up banger pretending to be a Jag? Oh, I did like that green Jag. Not Emerald, like meself; more a racing green. And those clean lines. Nearly as good as the script, and cleaner content than YouTube’s cess pits. You get what the budget allows, sometimes, and these are glossy, fully waxed vintage classics. Plus, you have a choice of models to choose from, for your adventure (rolls up the garage gates, with the click of a button).
Now, fancy heading for a Vanishing Point, like a troll’s karma at the end of a spent LARP? Only in a far more sophisticated fantasy production? OK then (waves while glancing in rear view mirror, and zooms ahead, with cheeky grin, adjusting sunglasses, before leaning an elbow out the window for that one-arm tan, plus leather gloved brown circle, that is the envy of pedestrians, with plain ol’ two arm tans.
(adjusts car radio, for incoming news) What? You’re not a simple script action seeking troll, like the ones that never made it big time? More cerebral type. Ah. I see. We have a second choice for you, that’s still action packed, but great script, and plot heavy, too, with Gene Hackman in the lead, and more heavy guns than the trolls could ever dream of, with their limited mental resources, to entertain you with. Enjoy.
Frank Capra’s “The Lost Horizon” is a great adventure movie, but the idea that captured Western imaginations in many surprising and mysterious ways, was a book first. Before that, it was a quest for a secret place, lost in the mists of time. The significance of the book and movie was as far reaching as the idea of the mystic region of Shangi-la (Shambala) that made for some legendary myths around it, for centuries to come. I usually show trailers for my movie favourites I share, but I liked this documentary so much, I thought this would provide a context for telling you about the impact that this idea of the place on the hill, somewhere, would have, in all sorts of other times and places. So, let’s travel back in time, before we see where the quest leads us, before we settle back in the moment, to enjoy the movie.
Ready to rest after your mental exertions? Grand, so. Snuggle in cosily for an armchair adventure, and a flight of fantasy Holywood style, which sees the myth and spiritual legend turned into a romantic adventure, by the wonderful Frank Capra, in glorious black n’ white (perfect for all that snow, which is often blue and purple, but we add the colour in our own imaginations anyhow, so who needs the technicolour treatment?). It’s great fun, beautifully shot, and really magical. We are so lucky to be able to glimpse this lost horizon, because there was also quite a quest to be able to recover the footage, which disappeared in the mists for a while.
You know, Bitcoin has been something of a puzzle to me, for a few years now. Lots of content creators on YouTube, where I liked to while the evenings away watching videos, were pushing it like crazy, as being the big breakthrough that was going to change the world’s economy, and put money in control of people, not governments, and banks. I just didn’t understand why we should all invest in this next big thing, as they advised us to, not that I’m ever in the black enough to be in the investment market. I like a good puzzle, though, and set out recently to find out a bit more about cryptocurrency, and hopefully solve some of its mysteries, in my own mind, about how it works.
I picked up the first puzzle piece, which was a Tweet thread a puzzle guy called Richard Miller, aka “Z”, had put out, that got me more curious. He had designed a “scratch card” lottery style thing (yeah, that’s the state of my knowledge, on the cryptic topic, even after 5 study sessions I embarked on, in my puzzling journey to understand more, which left me still referring to a lot of “stuff” about crypto “things”, at the end of it). Anyhoo, this crypto lottery had to do with the new and terribly trendy NFTs, which apparently, are digital assets, e.g. digital artworks, which get attached to cryptographic currency transactions, as proof for your ledger that the transaction has occurred. I’m sure I made plenty of research mistakes, coming from a place of not knowing anything about the topic, but I did have a really interesting journey, as it involved puzzles I was already somewhat interested in solving, around the Cicada3301 puzzle, and other related ones, like the a858 Stonehenge Reddit puzzle.
Session one, a leisurely study session over morning coffee, started here, with exploring the topics mentioned in the Cicada puzzler’s puzzling Tweets, which were Dark Marketing, NFTs and Cryptocurrencies (links I explored on screen are available in chat area beside video, if you view on YouTube, and you can see the Cicada puzzler, Richard’s Tweets in this video as well, to see what puzzle I was trying to solve):
Now I was finding the puzzle intriguing again, and I found out more about Bitcoin, and got a bit of Bitcoin enthusiastic spamming, under this video, all raving about their favourite crypto-currencies. I waded on, through the chaos and confusion, however, hacking away at the topic, to see what, if anything else, would be revealed in the undergrowth, as I proceeded through the confusion and chaos in my mind, to try to make headway with my study topic. Often, I find, I have to make little study diversions, before I find my way again, on these expeditions into unknown territory. If the going gets particularly dense (and I am at times quite dense), one finds oneself having to mine one’s way underground, and I had a look at the cryptocurrency topic of Crypto Mining, as the followup to this livestream (no longer called “Followup to AIMing for Truth”; who needs another strike, right?):
Do ARG puzzles have anything to do with Crypto mining, I wondered, as soon as I saw what cryptocurrency hashing codes like SHA-2 looked like, and thought about how communities of solvers might be pooling their resources to solve “puzzles” using apps to crunch the codes down to what resolves to a code that can be used for transactions, or “mining” cryptocurrency? I had no idea whether this was a silly question to be asking, but I’m sure I heard somewhere that there’s no such thing as a silly question, so I indulged myself, and did more exploration of this puzzling territory, in relation to the puzzle the guy known to Cicada3301 fans as “Z” had worked on, as a cryptographer.
After getting some kind of idea about how Bitcoin mining works, I went ahead and asked the question straight out, whether Cicada3301 was as much about the currency of cryptocurrency transactions or mining, as it was about solving a coded puzzle, and I shared some links with viewers under the video as well? One of these was about the a858 “Stonehenge Reddit” puzzle, which I’d had some interest in, having communicated with a moderator from that puzzle’s Reddit board, with some truly bizarrely puzzling results, beyond anything I encountered in my head-scratching enquiries into how cryptocurrencies work, and whether the ARG puzzles involve them.
Well, it seems I was coming around in a circle, slightly, because I’d started out with Q and here he was again, since the Stonehenge Redditor had claimed to be the secret intelligence agent, Q, himself, and he’d written these funny little cryptically puzzling posts, starting in 2011, that intrigued and frustrated solvers on the Reddit thread, to the extent that they eventually asked the guy himself, what’s the point of the puzzle? Was cryptocurrency the point I wondered? I thought it could well be, and said why I thought so, in this livestream, the last in the study series I did. I felt it was as good a solution to the puzzle as any, since nobody else had managed to find the solution.
What I had thought of, initially, as perhaps a rather dry topic of study, turned out to be extremely interesting, and when I later saw this video about John McAfee, it confirmed for me that I hadn’t asked such stupid questions, since a lot of money can be made in cryptocurrencies, if you know when to push the price up, and when to sell quickly. It seems like a bit of a gamble, but perhaps if you have insider knowledge you have the advantage. I’ve no idea what the laws are on insider trading, as it would be called in banking stock market trading, in relation to getting the hot scoops that help you scoop up virtual currencies while they’re hot, and drop them when they’re not, but I know the Q-crew looooved this guy, who lived fast, dangerous, and deadly, and used to dispense trading tips on Twitter like a fulltime Qfarm bot, while he was alive. According to this, he was Tweeting from the grave, and it seems like a Qfan that was using his account, right after he died. Weird, and puzzling, huh? (I’ve started the video at the relevant section, but the rest of it’s pretty hair-raising, if you like to see how an anti-hero hedonistic multi-millionaire muck-up managed to live in luxury and squalor simultaneously).
Bonus Material: Video exploring how social media influencers have exploited their popularity to engage in “pump-and-dump” schemes, sometimes creating their own crypto currencies to do so.
Man, the 70s were wild. Friday’s were the night to really let your hair down, at the disco, if the bouncer thought you were trendy enough to get in. If the disco wasn’t your scene, or you just didn’t have a date for the movie, or didn’t fancy standing in line in the rain, you could stay in, and watch some of the best movies ever made, on the magic box in the corner, which brought some of the most exciting adventures straight to your living room, as you relaxed with the Mrs. Her heart was sure to be beating rapidly over Burt, too, as you enjoyed your armchair adventures; he was one of the cutest men on the screen at the time, all ripped up and muscled, ready for action, but with that impish charm all women adore (next clip isn’t a trailer, it’s just Burt being adorable – guys can skip this bit).
Sorry, where was I? Oh, yeah. The movie. Directed by John Boorman, it’s a wild work of art, and the actors featuring in it helped create the magic, with large input into the scripts by them. It’s a movie about the relationships between men that are friends, in a fight for survival. Will they be delivered, as the title suggests, or will things get hairier than Burt’s chest, along the way? What wonderful suspense, thrills and spills, and amazing magical moments we are treated to in this survival adventure, as we shoot down the rapids, in the fight for life!
Now, I don’t want to give you a trailer for this movie, as I usually would, because I don’t want to spoil the surprises, but I can tell you that it involves some guys, played by Burt Reynolds, Jon Voight, Ned Beatty, and Ronny Cox, bonding over a manly wilderness trip. The interplay of the characters, and the subtleties of interpersonal relationships explored, within the context of an amazing fast-paced adventure of a lifetime, is superbly delivered by these actors, who brought so much to the story themselves. OK, I love Burt, but I loved all the actors in this movie. And the music, which blew everyone’s minds, is one of the most famous scenes in cinema.
Are you ready for action? Got your supplies and tackle in order? Off we go then. You know the drill. Click the link below the movie title, to go on the adventure with the guys, and just aim your crossbow (or your finger) at the annoying ad window that pops up, to get back to the movie page, and we’re ready to embark. This movie isn’t for children, or the faint hearted. Off we go.
Bonus Material: Interview with Burt Reynolds, years later.
Next one’s for the ladies. If you’re married, don’t let the hubby catch you drooling. Poor Burt had so many ladies drooling over him, trying to reduce him to just a beautiful thing, that he ended up having to deal with it, and got humorous with it as well. Cosmopolitan magazine readers, like meself, took a while to stop our hearts racing, when we flipped to this page, which was very funny , as well as sweet, just the way we like our fellas. Clever man, Burt managed to stay married to his also very funny, clever and cute Mrs. for six years, and like lots of couples the divorce was a bit of an adventure in hell, like Deliverance, but I don’t think they’d mind if we took just a teeny peek inside that magazine cover. Ooo la la. Burt, ya divil! (laughs).
I loveAndrei Tarkovsky movies, but they are not everyone’s cup of tea, particularly if you prefer an action packed pace. They tend to be slow moving, but are thought provoking meditations on the meaning of what it is to be human. Before you get put off, though, let me tell you that they are so beautifully shot, so full of interesting ideas, with very original plot lines, that if you give them the slow attention they deserve, you’ll be richly rewarded, and I find his movies have me thinking about them for many years after I first see them. His movies are hard to get your hands on for free, and I sprung for a DVD copy of “Solaris” myself, I liked it so much. I’m so pleased to have found it free online. There’s a newer version of it made, which I didn’t bother with looking at. Why would I, when this is so perfect?
Here’s a trailer, that does a little analysis of the themes in the movie, which I also thought explained it’s complicated metaphors very well, but you may prefer to watch Tarkovsky’s sci-fi masterpiece first, before you view this, as it’s got plotline spoilers. Since I found the movie so mysterious, when I watched it the first time, I would have liked to see an explainer like this myself, but after viewing the movie, to soak in the beautiful atmosphere, and let my unconscious understand it, before seeing it through the filter of an explainer first. It’s your call, though.
Here’s the link to the movie, below. As I usually say, when posting movie links for you, just get rid of any ad window that pops up, and your free Sunday sci-fi movie will play. Enjoy.
Kubrick‘s movies are always pretty amazing, and today being the sad anniversary of the dropping of an atomic bomb that devastated Nagasaki, I was reminded of this movie I’m posting, Dr. Strangelove. It’s full of metaphors and messages, which are fairly relevant to those who wonder what the purpose of war is? War’s not pretty, and some of the images from this video of a song named after the plane that dropped the huge bomb, show footage of the Enola Gay.
Here’s a little clip of the movie, featuring the comic dark doctor scientist, played by Peter Sellers, hilariously. Goodness knows, it’s such a grim topic, that we need a laugh, to cheer us up, sometimes, when we think of war. Humour is a wonderful medium for tackling difficult topics, and it’s a masterful movie.
Right. Seated comfortably? Buckle up, then, buttercup, because we are ready to hit the ground, or at least the link to the full movie, below. It’s the usual drill. When the ads window pops up, kill it, and press play in the movie window, and it’s bombs away.
Since when did NSAchange from having .gov Email addresses to having .com ones? Sensible question, one would think, but don’t expect sensible answers from YouTubers, who are busy trying to keep the narrative going that Truth Convoy (AKA Q’s Granny) is having a NSA person, who also happens to be the illusive Q, according to himself, writing back and forth to her. Currently, the narrative is that Thomas Schoenberger, who professed a deep fondness for the Emailer, a858 Stonehenge Reddit puzzle moderator, is having a big dispute with this a858 “Jack” person, who is definitely not him, he and his adoptive granny claim, but might well be this other Brian person, who the Truth Con has hated, for years.
No proof of that is shown, but I can help clarify it’s not true, by debunking the source of the Emails, which, surprise, surprise, don’t come from the NSA at all, even if they have a silly little secret spy type “alias” attached, with nsa.com entered under the address line (it would be a crime to use a .gov address, falsely). Lots of Email clients allow you to do this, and it’s usually not done to try to fool people. It doesn’t manage to, here either, as it’s not an nsa.gov shown in the alias either. This is from my own Email Inbox, as the same person sent me Emails, as part of the same larp.
They’ve managed to get an “immersive“ journalist, Rocco Castoro, involved in the dispute as well, which is sure to do Truth Con’s channel a power of good, in terms of views, since she’s been milking the QAnon material on her YouTube channel for years now, and even sent her precious Emails from Jerome Corsi and Q around to other YouTubers’ channels, like Unirock and Lift the Veil. When suspicions were raised that the Emails were emanating from “America’s greatest living composer” Thomas Schoenberger’s direction, and the suspicions couldn’t be shaken off by the numerous Con videos insisting that some of them showed him mailing them from an official NSA Email address, the narrative changed gears, and is still speeding along, with help from new sources. For an NSA person, a858 sure likes the attention, nearly as much as the Truth Con does, as she eagerly writes back and forth to the Emailer, several years on, while insisting he’s stalking her. This is convenient for Thomas, as he has her firmly sticking up for him, while he hides behind her skirts, from the beastly types who have the nerve to say it’s him, now creating a fake fight with his “sock” account, the Stonehenge Reddit Email address, and all round puzzle-loving attention hound, in the a858 address.
Mind you, Q’s Granny is doing pretty well out of keeping the puzzle of the Emails going, and enjoying it as much as Thomas is, by the looks of it. She tells everyone that comes to her door that it was fun, getting two or three hundred dollars a month, since she got free advertising down on 8Chan for her quilts, and part of the quilt money, she tells the elder care person, who arrived in response to a call about cockroach infestation and water damage (black mold, in her living-room, from a bathroom leak, visible in many of her videos), was from the QAnon people. I show the relevant part of that livestream on my own livestream, while also debunking the narrative she and Thomas are running, about a858 being an nsa person, writing to her from an nsa.gov address. She may have been important to the QAnons, but it’s pretty obvious she’s not that important in the minds of the nsa, no matter what she and Thomas want to claim, to keep the viewers tuned into listening to her lies about extortion gangs of child trafficking terrorists, working for the Jewish mafia, etc. etc.
Bonus: There’s a longer livestream, if you aren’t bored hearing about the Email larp. Q’s Granny is talking to the elder lemon care worker, 20 minutes into this one, but there’s a longer discussion as well, around it. If you’re as bored of their larp as I am, I don’t blame you for not watching the whole stream, but the bad news is, that old larps are the seeds of new larps, and Q still loves his Granny, who would do anything for him, no matter how stupid.
I thought I’d treat you to the movies again, since it’s turned into a rainy old afternoon, and perfect for lazing about, and watching a flick. I haven’t seen this kid friendly fantasy movie myself yet, but after seeing some spectacular flying sequences, in this music video, and finding out about it, I definitely think it’s going to be something that transforms a grey afternoon into a magical journey of the imagination, with plenty of excitement and adventure for us all to enjoy, without even having to find a griffon strong enough to transport all of us into the magical adventures zone, and be prepared to fly in heavy rain.
You know the routine by now, if you want to be lifted out of the routine: you click the movie link in the title, shown below, and then close all the annoying pop-up windows that magically appear, and, whooosh! You find yourself transported immediately, on pressing Play. Get comfy, enjoy, but no jigging about on the couch, please.
You lucky suckers. You get to download my comedic thriller, “The Q Affaire”, set on YouTube, but secretly embedded deep undercover, here on the blog, just ‘cos I know you enjoy hearing about the kinds of fun and games and special ops, that go on in the Truth swamps of the Tubes. You might have even thought, as I did, that someone should write a book about these sorts of people, since they are so comic. So I did. It’s classified, for your eyes only, though I’m sure you’re taking these special comms seriously enough to keep what you learn from this document secret.
They are about as nutty as you can find, down there in the Truther cesspit, and if I wrote a novel about the real people I met, and told you all the crazy things they do, you just wouldn’t be able to handle it, but I knew you could definitely handle some laughs, romance and thrills, in a juicy Truther tale with twists. I mean who wouldn’t want a bit of that to nibble on? And…..if we slap them into a cesspit setting, and toss in some political twists and puzzles to keep you amused, we could have a really fun and fascinating tale to tell. We’ll even throw in a murder mystery or two, before we mix it up into a chaotically hilarious and delightful dish to serve you up with. You might even stagger through the maze and leave in one piece, after chomping down on this banquet, if you hold onto the narrator’s teeny handy tightly. Albeit with your head blown completely by all the laughs and thrills you’ve had along the way, by the time you make to the end of the book, and find the way out. So, you think you can handle the Truth? Then enter, at your own risk.
If you prefer a paperback to a download any time, and you’re enjoying the book, but going boogly-eyed from the screen flicker, you can pay for a pretty swish version of “The Q Affaire” over here, on Amazon. There’s a Kindle version there as well, and I’ve also got digital versions available on my little Etsy shop. Over there it’s on its 2nd edition, which hasn’t had any major changes to it, just a bit of fiddling about with a few commas, and paragraph lengths. Part 2 is available separately as well, there, for readers who have finished Part 1, and want to re-enter the maze straight in at Part 2. Something for everyone, then. It’s even been freshly cursed by a real witch, and it’s guaranteed to trigger anyoneTM(no money back, terms and conditions apply)
Don’t forget, there’s a podcast of the novel as well, if you like to listen to a story while doing other stuff. The episodes for Parts 1 and 2 of the book are clearly marked, just like the table of contents in the book itself, for anyone who has read Part 1 already, and just wants to see what happens in Part 2, which can also be read/listened to as a stand alone novel. Click the link below to find more ways to listen to “The Q Affaire”
I warn you though, it’s terribly high-octane type excitement in Part 2, so you might not be able to HANDLE IT, unless you’ve gotten through Part 1 intact. Buckle up for the book, then, and let’s blast off!
The AI jerks are always about, and there’s a whole brood of them, currently swarming, that’s a pretty nasty one. I’ve spoken about the game they play, many times on this blog. I haven’t spoken much about the kind of future they envision for us all, though.
To them it’s a Utopia, where all their desires can be fulfilled, and they get to be their best self. They want that for us all, apparently, and seek to educate us, so that we learn to love the AI, and long for the promised Eden of Singularity Land, where the robot and human enter into a (simulated and virtual) love pact, that there’s no going back from. This would seem like an unholy union, to the normal person, but these people are into all things freaky, and aspire to have everyone in the world become a freak as well, so they can announce that as the New Normal. Ben Goertzel is their pin-up boy, and Sofia the chatbot a fount of wisdom, in this dystopic vision the technohippies have in mind for us.
The idea of the Singularity is, in their minds, a kind of race to the bottom, for humanity, although they view the giving in, in a hedonistic orgy of vulgar oafishness, as a beautiful transition into a Brave New World, that we should all long for. They are bewildered when you point out that anti-humanistic Satanistic technofreakery isn’t really your thing, and suggest you just aren’t evolved enough to dig all the soft porn they post, to tempt you in with. Philosophy pisses them off, big time, too, as I found out when I posted my first comment in one of their threads, a link to an article about Plato’s conception of beauty, having seen one of them enthuse about her game character’s physical beauty, which, in her mind, was a by-product of kindness. The matrix started glitching, when faced with intelligent discusssion, and philosophy not just providing a cool allegorical reference for Plato’s cave, that could translate to a gaming environment as a shirtless male model on a couch in an underground carpark, and to heck with the philosophy bit.
Two people making logical philosophical points in their thread fried the circuits, and when logic didn’t compute, a fuse blew somewhere, that started out with threats……………..
then, rather hilariously, led to a curse being put on my poor ol’ book, “The Q Affaire”.
I mean, what has a comedic romance thriller novel done to deserve this, other than a spot of light philosophising, I ask you? Satanists aren’t big on humour, though. I knew that already, having come across many of them in my time on YouTube. You can often recognise them by the little wings, with puzzling little dots, which according to Q, is locust poop. Their idea of what is acceptable to post on social media is fairly poop as well, and I ended up having to report one of them to Twitter, for the video of the very young looking girl below, doing unmentionable and tonsil-damaging things to an unsuspecting banana, while dressed up as a cat. The girl posting it was a blue haired female who was doing her best to look like her gaming avatar, and one hopes that this ARG group of LARPers she associates with are just sharing their soft porn stuff between themselves, and not dragging children into virtual reality games with them, online. They seem to me to be a pretty good reason to not give your kid access to a phone or computer until they are at least 21. At least if you don’t want them to get dissed, doxed, and cursed all in a day, by satanic larpers playing an online ARG. This group strike me as people with a lot of personal problems, that they would like everyone else to have as well, so they can call it the norm. Thank goodness the Singularity is nowhere near. I’d hate to see what that thing would look like, if these were the brains helping program it.
Oh, I forgot to mention, being called a shill. Must have been the threats, curses, and doxing that made it temporarily slip my mind. Took me a while to decode the word salad in this Tweet I received, but basically this blue haired female avatar, who insists he’s a male, who just finds it more convenient to pretend to be female in Twitter, for strangers, but gets annoyed when they think he is one, with the mistaken idea they are treated better than men (I didn’t see his friends treat people too well, as they waltz around Twitter threatening and cursing people, and subjecting them to looking at their creepy porn content). He seemed to think I’m being paid to write my book, “The Q Affaire”. Or something. As I say…..
Goodness only knows precisely what’s being conveyed, because…
A. These people are confused about everything, ranging from gender, to how to speak English, right on up to how to visualise a decent future for themselves, based on behaving decently in the present……
B. They are inveterate liars, who are playing an ARG game online, the stated rules of which (letting people know they are in a game) they are breaking, themselves, because they have no morals or ethics, and follow the Satanic Crowley law only, “do as thou wilt”. What they don’t tell anyone about, is that they are hoping to entrap innocent people into joining their game, so they can mess up their heads, their lives, and threaten and dox them. For fun. That’s the average Satanist’s view of what fun is, you see. Welcome to the dystopian future. Or you could just fry their circuits, by saying no to their jerky game and depressing future.