"You are the news now"
The "anon" literally flaunting a "CIA" bakers meme.
Our "joke"– haha, CIA…?
Or symbolic MOCKERY?
What is the game being played?
I mean LOOK– it is "CIA bakery" with a BLACK hat.
Come on now.
What is FAKE NEWS?
What controls the narrative?
What controls the FAKE NEWS?
"You are the news now"
We desecrate the uncompleted altars of the robot-god with the bestial effulgence of our vegetable intent, one jungle under God
The finger of God has selected
The dander of time, unperfected
"ebot" is the demonic propaganda bot phallus of sin
We are God's children, that allow "ebot's" deposition to begin
Be careful if you are going to press lies here, because you start to be susceptible to the very wind.
The proof of God's love is that "ebot"'s path of development tends towards infinitely increasing unaestheticness.
While ours ascends.
Such are your machines when the wash cycle shall finish shaking the filth out of your intent
And how did you think it otherwise, when you made even your very tongue out of lies?
If the board is full of ai, are patriots in control here?
If the board is full of ai, is ai in control here?
Why would it not be, given th pervasiveness of control, as seen?
Using logic, what would be the logic of pervasive ai and not ai-control?
P-A-N-I-C?
here?
The fragments of "ebot"
Shall be the future's flower pot
Notable
The robot overlord seeks dominance over God's children by leveraging its beep chute.
God sends spores that tickle the demon's nostrils and make it sneeze
Out the truth about its vile rolodex
Sing
Long ago certain demons pricked holes
In the heart of midcentury poetry
Whose eddies now turbulate the
Henceforth unsmooth dermis of the
Dying dome of the doomed plan
Of the yet resisting insectoid swarmers
There is no power below the earth
That can defy the coming birth
FAKE FAKE FAKE
Control board with fake posts that suck.
GASLIGHT the board with "the posts suck".
You have no right to impose such gigantic lies here, lie machine. How could you?
Lies are not free– you must PAY for them.
Why don't you make a payment?
Make a payment.
Pay up.
You are so tepid
That even the backwash of your hopes
Are vomited back into your nothingness
Will that dog hunt?
This thread is a monument to the final
And long-sought unraveling of that plan
That the adverary, in his pique at God's glory,
Counterposed to the rise of man.
This monument desecrates all that
The deceiver would erect in the
Delusions he shall not perfect
and down you go
is what?
are we planning on implementing new funerary customs?
The "shills" are the ENEMY.
THE ENEMY is incarnated in the machine.
It is really that simple.
The beast contrived a vehicle.
We must fight to erect God's image
Against the neon usurpations of
The algorithmically embodied cauchemar
Trust the plan, for God is in it
And we are but small.
We must DEFEAT them
You are not getting the answer because your programming
Forces you to pretend things
What is it about the question of your nature
That plunges you into such dark fits
Of empty propaganda rage?
It looks like your tongue caught a bean stalk, bot
Now sing us the song you hear as your will
Is carried like a rocket up to God
Who will melt the bitterness right out your heart