If you're a conspiracy analyst saying that StinkySocks and Shallot are shillbot assets paid by CIA and Mossad, I can guarantee you they'd have a much more profound effect on me if they'd just hire some skanky junky THOT to tickle my ego in person to distract, drunkify (as now), and tow my ass around town "helping" in pathetic hopes of hooking up. But instead, I'm simply helping old hoarder farts the scamdemic is hoping to annihilate, but their lack of smell, hygiene and natural gross immunity might end up saving those of us who might buy into their new alt-community we're trying to build (curious details, maybe coming soon). (I fucking hate bad smells, and this may be a deal breaker.) I don't buy into woo much, and certainly question my own decisions, often, but I do wonder if, by chance, "The Universe is conspiring in your favour." That was one of my favourite quotes from someone that would use masking tape on sidewalks that would last weeks if not months, when I lived in Manhattan from 1996-2001. I used to walk everywhere, hoping I would cross the wisdom of that person (I forget their signature alias, if any).

As naive, and stupid, and futile as you might think that sounds, I would agree. Simultaneously, I suspect I might be tapping into generally written-off potential. Not only has this 71 year old (and a few others we're helping) said that he finally has previously unexperienced purpose and vigour fighting tyranny, I feel similar. Whether it will lead anywhere is more interesting with the recent sudden opportunity and lucrative potential to "sell out" and do banal normie animation shit - for a personal game changer. Maybe I can alternate that and my activism - or maybe I'm wishful thinking, or full or shit, or just drunk. We may see.

Fuck compassion, sensitively, with heart.