These are strange times.
I talk of freedom
You talk of the flag
I talk of revolution
You'd much rather brag
And as the decibels of this disenchanting discourse
Continue to dampen the day
The coin flips again and again, and again, and again
As our sanity walks away
All this discussion though politically correct
Is dead beyond destruction
Though it leaves me quite erect
And as the final sunset rolls behind the earth
And the clock is finally dead
I'll look at you, you'll look at me
And we'll cry a lot
But this will be what we said
This will be what we said
Look where all this talking got us, baby
Look where all this talking got us, baby
Look where all this talking got us, baby
Look where all this talking got us, baby
The greatest assault on our mental well-being are the dozens of LARPs that promise XYZ will happen by a certain date.
FBI Anon
MegaAnon
High Level Insider
QAnon
TrueEyeTheSpy
Majestic12
72 Seconds
Big Dick Anon
Greg Rubini
FUCK THEM ALL.
Go back 2 years. Did you really think all the deep state shit heads would still be walking free at this point? Much more importantly, did you really think we'd still be losing elections because of voter fraud?
Thank you, Anon.
There are so many people talking out of their ass, it's very easy to get led astray.
Not only do you have the LARPs on Twitter and half chan, but you also have Anons who start playing with secret decoder rings and make bullshit predictions that, even if I don't believe them, a part of me starts to get certain expectations.
Then when shit doesn't happen that day, a part of me gets pissed off, even though I KNOW I shouldn't get pissed off.