Memetic Monday: Back on the Old Horse Again

Well.

We’re back.

Good show with the donations.

Thanks to everyone who added to the project.

Uplifting to know that many of you still care.

I need to do it more often, apparently.

Everyone can still donate, of course.

Contact for a unique BTC address:

Session (open source, encrypted messaging app) ID:

05572128ee1967255089ef79d7ad652b5c6765665b8299e294e05a37ac96dd0936

Email:

staunchleftist1999@proton.me

Or send Monero:

4BHE9T5HUqbRzsAaq5grGq31G3JevBD1RBNbRdWQLg8ESYugNNyyAnt2JL9ZuWA1w72g4LPr25rSHjQJS6MwANT3MMJFA16

But hey, whatever.

I don’t really care.

This whole thing is ridiculous.

Everyone keeps asking if I’m having a mental breakdown. Not sure why. I’m not any different than I ever was. I’ve just got 21st century breathing down my neck. I’m not a sickening wreck.

We’re all dealing with the same thing.

Same as it ever was.

It doesn’t even matter anymore.

I stopped drinking (not quit, mind you – stopped), and then discovered that some girls are bigger than others. Then I saw that Elon Musk (Diablo 4 player, btw, PoE2 out and this nigga playing Diablo 4 like some retarded grandpa with a brain full of tumors) revealed his plan to abolish the human species and replace it with Indians. I actually already knew about that, but I didn’t expect him to go mask-off with his maniacal scheme, and frankly, the worst part is that people are defending it.

But hey – so it goes.

You can’t go around worrying about shit like that. You’ve no control. It’s better to control yourself.

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