The Opinion Machine???

Wherein I examine the glaring contrast between the Christian reaction to a violent assassination of one of their own and the violent teeth gnashing & rioting that happens on the left when anyone so much as whispers a wholesome word. It’s as if God is literally smacking us on the head with the easiest possible choice. I know what choice I am making. White people are good. No refunds

Wherein I argue that Chosen Tribalists have launched a full frontal physical and psychological assault on any Christian who effectively spreads Christianity. They have successfully used curriculums, algorithms and economic pressure to create a generation of Autonomous Zoomer Zombies, fully weaponized, to fight the war for them. Not they have intentionally hijacked the “free speech” conversation fr...

Wherein I argue that the fight between good & evil looks less like a Hollywood Blockbuster & more like a Low Budget Indy Film & ultimately, sadly, more like a Home Video. Aka, It’s boring old you & I who have to step up and do the work. Incomplete Candace analysis thrown in at no extra charge. No refunds. https://youtu.be/jio9Du0HQ-4?si=_LQpB3I4LyQRd3e0

Wherein I explore the darkest timeline, in which I could’ve not only been Charlie Kirk, but also Tyler Robinson. Far more frightening than dying for a cause is murdering someone as a virtue signal to escape a birthright label you never deserved. Poisonous curriculums & algorithms have turned children who should have had wonderful lives into little monsters, hell bent on destroying all that is...

Wherein I demand to know the names of every single person who poisoned the mind of Tyler Robinson. Including the owners & managers of DISCORD, a word that may as well mean bloody revolution. I demand that every algorithm be exposed. I get ugly and emotional. I could have edited it out, but I welcome your mocking. They mocked the assassination of Charlie. I’d be happy to be in that club. No ref...

Wherein I argue that good people must respond and bad people must repent or pay. Evil must not go unchecked.

Wherein I argue that “You Have Cooties So I Can’t Talk To You” might be a decent policy for a 3rd grader in a lower middle class school, but it’s a terrible policy for the leader of the world’s foremost super power. Special shout out to Covid Cowards. No refunds. https://youtu.be/D5CoVzcC71I?si=xWwF8V2G49T-8O9X

Wherein I give a bunch of reasons why bad tattoos are beautiful. That’s all. No refunds.

Wherein I compare Fake Bay Area charities with the one started by my mother as cover for abandoning her children who maybe possibly abandoned her too, if that is even a thing. Real love and charity are vastly different from the things most claim them to be. Both are hands on. Impossible as it may seem, this recording is heavier and gayer than usual. No refunds. https://youtu.be/Rs6CR8tNn3Y?si=qAxI...

Wherein I share my experience in regards to online popularity algorithms & how mine mostly align with meatworld. Aka, conformity pressure isn’t limited to online communication. Ultimately, the only way to really find like minds is to express the contents of one’s mind without regards to how it will be received, especially with unpopular points of view. Heavy self analysis alert. No refunds.

Wherein I ponder the whole concept of jobs, which are good, which are bad, which should be done by robots and which should be done by humans with robots. Ultimately we land in the realm of sex workers and personal AI sex slaves and how they relate to accountability for the decisions made by individual human beings. I steer everything towards individual accountability, as usual, because you are onl...

Wherein I compare the barbaric act of pretending to transfer one’s sins onto a chicken in order to kill it & be absolved of said sins with the age old leftist tradition of confession by projection & calling others racists, nazis etc.. in order commit unspeakable ills upon them with total justification. I also wrestle with the fact that I executed a mother of probably 5 baby rats out of dut...

Wherein I unnecessarily publicly respond to a misrepresentation of my views and the nature of my relationship & communication with a former colleague of mine because he has cowardly chosen to not allow me to respond on his video which misrepresents our communication & my positions on art and the tools collectively known as AI. This is how the internet works I guess. It would have been pref...

Wherein I describe the eye opening experience of watching the new Devo documentary on Netflix in which I realize that they admittedly subversively brainwashed me to deny the beauty of existence, turn my back on family & friends, & adopt an attitude of bitter superiority. Yes, they literally spell out, step by step, how and why they literally targeted young boys to recruit into a world of d...

Wherein I proclaim that AI is dead, it always has been, and always will be, much like a hammer, a wrench, or your attempts to claim otherwise. Those who try to claim it is anything other than a tool to be used by human beings are either stupid or actively trying to decieve you. This is not an indictment of tools, rather a celebration of those who invent tools and use them to make life even more wo...

Wherein I argue that rather than encouraging and rewarding innovation, copyright punishes & robs growth & innovation from inventors & creators while handing over great power to mob-like protection rackets & gatekeepers. I also suggest that Spotify start charging artists for storage and advertising. I basically take a dump on the whole imaginary concept of “intellectual property”. S...

Wherein I ponder the ugliness of the concept of owning nothing while also weighing the pleasure and freedom of not having possessions but rather edifying experiences. Sure, you own a gas powered car, but do you own an oil refinery? Can you appreciate depreciation? Dichotomies, buy one get one free. Heavy focus on new “AI” tools. No refunds.

Wherein I wonder why Black Pilling Pessimists have such high horses while reminding myself that Hawks & Doves both have value, no matter how mean hawks seem. I accidentally make an analogy of criticism using a construction site without even realizing I was doing “constructive criticism” a little too on the nose. Anyway, miracles are everywhere and things will always get better or worse for som...

Wherein I describe my experience in a private Signal chat group and what it taught me about Russia, Ukraine, Jewish supervision, The Woke Right & inciting brother wars in order to exterminate as many white Christians as possible while blaming it on Sydney Sweeney for appearing in an ad commissioned by a company owned by a member of The Chosen Tribe. Controversial as fudge. If you arent allowed...

Wherein I explain how watching body cam/ interrogations of deranged and murderous criminals cause me to ponder the fine line of being grateful for who you are and what you have & the condescending sin of diminishing someone else’s effed up existence, no matter how effed up it seems. It’s literally a question of Hawks, Doves & Pigeons with missing toes. Who to help & why, & is helpi...

Wherein I argue that being a moderate, centrist, populist, or whatever, is rarely, if ever, the result of true independent thinking, but rather a product of cowardly capitulation to pretty much everyone. I shoehorn savior complex in as an excuse or explanation as to why I dabbled in it for too long. Ultimately, true independence can only be rooted in a principled adherence to reality. My definitio...

Wherein I describe the ups and downs of my efforts to eliminate excuses people make for not living how they profess to “want” to live only to discover that people guard their excuses as if they were more precious than gold. I also wonder how much time I have spent in my own life making excuses rather than making wonderful things. It’s all about ratio. In the end, making excuses and making art util...

Wherein I double and triple down on the notion that prompting is fundamental to art, be it collaborative or personal, being able to accurately convey to others your vision that ends in an accurate portrayal of such is what it is all about. I rant a bit about my doubts regarding John Prine and wonder if he ever really loved music. It’s a ridiculous theory. At the end I knee jerkedly Included a song...

Wherein I explain that in the miraculous world that is only getting more miraculous by the day, the only real gatekeeper is you. This is either good or bad depending on how shitty or wonderful you are. Part of this miracle is AI, or more specificallly “I”. Tools are there to be used. Use them. Or don’t. See if I care. Just shut up about those of us who like the tools. You will be humbled, regardle...

Wherein I proclaim that I am a bad person who is too selfish to not feel an almost cruel contempt for people who refuse or simply don’t know how to be honest & real. Accordingly, I pick on a runty looking they/them YouTuber who offers acting courses & critiques while having no clue how to act real even when not acting. I also talk about how strip clubs always made me sad for the same reaso...