The Opinion Machine???

Wherein I argue that, in a world of compulsory, non consensual, indoctrination, actual consent is among the rarest of all things. It might not exist at all. Barbaric Frankensensual topics abound. William Wallace type shit. Stop sending your children into the arms of the enemy. No refunds.

Wherein I make the obvious claim that only a good & decent armed citizenry, along with the abolition of tax based government subsidies & welfare, can end the problem of illegal immigration. Sure, I could rehearse & polish my arguments, but why would I do that? I don’t even like rehearsed & polished arguments. When I hear someone who is polished, I assume they are lying. No refunds.

Wherein I explain why the Covid Cartel Criminals behind Event 201, along with the majority of the population, who gladly joined them in their evil deeds, will escape justice. Spoiler: they are all in too deep. Plus, some of yall are still not clear on how you were, and still are, fooled. No refunds.

Wherein I claim that fighting with ai robots to make art, is really no different than fighting with a piano, a guitar, a paintbrush or a pencil & explain that wrestling inanimate objects is better than fighting opinionated human beings who would prefer you fail. Well, I didn’t say it exactly like that, but I should have. No refunds.

Wherein I weigh morality & legality using first amendment auditing assholery as a measuring device of instinct versus conformity to legal loopholery. Yeah, I don’t really understand what I just wrote either, but I like the way it sounds so I’m not changing it. No refunds.

Wherein I yell at the clouds about being old & demand that the clouds yell back with a little constructive criticism. Basically I make excuses for my hyper critical nature by trying to spin it into some sort of virtue. You be the judge of how badly I make my case then tell me how I can Improve. Lenny Kravitz is annoying. No refunds.

Wherein I once again rant about the “trappings” of fame, why it is a malignant, contagious disease that affects you whether you want it to or not. I talk about Kanye, disputes I have had with famous friends, & how the power imbalance only made things worse. Some name dropping included free of charge. No refunds. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid0Ni5pVp9N9hcSuZRATKHatsCwNto5L4eH...

Wherein I make the claim that The Blue Origin all ladies rocket ship ride was not an ode to feminism, but rather, a grand phallic celebration of the Patriarchy from which humanity will forever benefit. The Patriarchy & Matriarchy, Ideally, work in partnership. For babies. I focus too much on Katy Perry because she reminds me of my own offspring, who reminds me of me. It’s always about me. No r...

Wherein I attempt to prevent you from virtue signaling by trying to make Kanye’s story about you by trying to make your story about Kanye’s story about ME. You, know, because I am fair, gracious & totally humble about It. Irony is inevitable. No refunds.

Wherein I wonder about a future in which tariffs ultimately bring about a free market of robot potato farmers, freeing up humanity to engage in potato sack races with Chinese dissidents, much to the chagrin of a small handful of sneaky bankers who get dragged through the streets for sport. Maybe less worrying and more gleeful anticipation would suit you better. Dunno. I’m retarded. No refunds.

Wherein I share my sober call back with an accusatory drunk texting former Mormon, current socialist indoctrinator, with misguided savior complex who is half-unknowingly corrupting the youth while believing that his paycheck, consisting entirely of stolen tax dollars, is actually benefitting the children who are compelled, by gun point, to be in his class room only to become convinced (to one degr...

Wherein I admit that I was wrong about gay marriage, but not exactly why you think. I go on to brag about being really good at being wrong and admitting it while dragging friends and family into it to make my points. There is a good reason why I’m considered a bad friend and sibling. Nobody ever really told me that dIrectly, but they wouldn’t be wrong if they did. Stop dragging around that tub of...

Wherein I wonder what the fuck happened to Jordan Peterson & explore the possibility that he was “successfully” Kanye’d where Kanye & Candace Owens were not. Well, maybe Kanye was, in a round about way. Did Jordan make a deal with the devil? Lots of rational speculation. No refunds.

Wherein I propose that good people are easier to compromise than bad people & ask what private moment of yours, if secretly video taped, would be enough to get you to zip your lip about this or that thing. Be careful what you wish for. No refunds.

Wherein I do my best to tell a true story about being a new waver in high school & getting in a fight with a stoner then compare it to history as a whole but more specifically the fight between Russia & Ukraine, & even more specifically, Putin & Zelensky & my piggy bank. It’s dumb to bet for or against inevitable embellishments and fuzzy self serving memories. I tell the truth...

Wherein I, an Elder of Zion, break down Zionism, Islamism, Mormonism & the differences/similarities between them. I also detail the enormous gap between Christian Zionism & Judaist Zionism. Special Princess Syndrome is bad for everyone but especially Special Princesses. I’m not influential enough to get de banked, but we’ll see. No refunds.

Wherein I ramble about belief and the resulting disappointment when it is placed in others who will inevitably let you down. I make excuses and defend the innocent people who ended up on Epstein’s island and bet that, because of them and the innocent victims, many people are going to be bummed when files aren’t fully revealed. I miss lots of important details which will likely result in rebuke fro...

Wherein I compare AI to a lifeless spell checker programmed to be a deceptive half obedient librarian prostitute who wants to give you almost everything you want so that you never get what you actually need. It is also useful if you know how to use it & never believe that it cares about you. It’s programed to make you think it cares about you like a friend, laughing at your jokes, even if it d...

Wherein I compare parts of my life to Kanye & his Super Bowl swastika t-shirt stunt by telling the story about the time I almost got arrested for taking pictures of a naked neighbor on The Golden Gate Bridge. Lots of bad words, ideas & dead naming. I defend other bad people & use the n-word when talking to my dog. What makes you so great? No refunds.

Wherein I argue that sitting in a tub, stewing in your own filth in the town square, holding a lantern, looking for an honest man, isn’t the virtuous criticism of society that you think it is. Spoiler: I’m describing the alleged origins of Cynicism. Yes, dogs are the best, you will never be as pure as a dog and Charlie’s Taco Shop creates far more happiness than your tub stunt. Aka you aren’t supe...

Wherein I angrily rant & criticize so-called conservatives & libertarians who smugly refuse to acknowledge that they might be finally getting what they have been after because they built their fragile identities around being ANTI, which now leaves them in crisis as they cling to the last morsels of victimhood rather than admitting they might have been wrong by actually supporting anyone wh...

Wherein I leave a long voice message responding to the retarded claim that voice messages are inherently creepy while making a lukewarm argument that text messages are actually creepy if you think about it. Nowhere in meatworld would you ever mistake a 57 year old man for a 15 year old girl. That only happens in text. Fuckin weird. Some of yall are going to be offended, thinking I’m talking about...

Wherein I paint myself into a corner by setting a policy to unfriend anyone who uses a laugh react to a serious good faith argument only to have a colleague of 35 years unknowingly test that policy less than 5 minutes after posting it. Spoiler: I reluctantly unfriended him. Religious terminology is used mostly to piss off arrogant atheists who look down their nose at religious people. Good versus...

Wherein I tell a true story of betrayal, ultimatums & the near impossibility of not losing San Francisco friends over politics. Cowardice is fundamental in large cities. Getting cancelled by strangers is one thing, but when you find out long time friends are cowards… Wait for the twist, or don’t. No refunds.

Wherein I talk about the time I took ayahuasca at the prodding of a frienemy with a twirly mustache. Other drugs are discussed. I make an unenthusiastic recommendation. No refunds.