That Xavier better shut his mouth soon. Aye, well, maybe not. Nobody’s listening to that pendejo anyways. Y tambien, I just found out that hoto Xavier stole his idea from mi previous writing. Pinche plagiarist! The following is what I wrote;
“Me gusta all that armageddon BS. Mi luchadors have always known that wheat, whether GMO or not is poison to the human body, su cuerpo. Tequila, chicas, manteca, blood sausage and souls are what a powerful hombre feeds himself. Aye aye aye!
So amigos, te sabes que ‘Armageddon’ is mi tool. I can see your sweat pendejos.
All those know-it-all babosos on TV’s ‘Coming Destruction Channel’, suggesting a combine is coming through your wall tomorrow are making mucho dinero on su continued destruction porn appetite – CUIDADO – ALL THE BEES ARE DYING! NO ES VERDAD… Only those stinkin’ European honeybees, the rest of the plant have wild bees. But here, sientense and tome una cervesa, OK? These ‘do as their told’ clowns are in most cases, not even aware that they’re working for me. Mira, I want the public, uh, audience to place their attention on these possibilities for quite a few unsavory reasons… which I’ll get to later (the grande palabra crowd calls what I’m doing predictive programming, distraction, and conditioning).
I like to cover all angles, so comprende when I tell that everything I do is for many razones. Uno mas vez, I use your labor, and stolen labor (the $ I steal from savers, gold paper pendejos y rehypothacatees), to pay for it all. As long as you use my carnival tokens, take loans from my game booth, and generally get sucked into pay per views of all my fights with no perception that there’s an outside of the ring, you’re gonna continue to find yourself cleaning out the bathroom stalls for more lucha libre tickets.
Entonces, monsanto is distraction, redirection of your focus upon futures that will likely never arrive. It’s a tricky balance, because if I get the audience to focus too much, it can cause the event to occur.
Si, you’ve got a long long time, a slow trudgery of painful desperation coming your way if you’re rope-a-doping around este cuadrilatero, this ring. This ‘world’ is going nowhere! GMO or organic, hyperinflation or deflation, fascism or ‘free’ markets, flood or no flood, asteroid impact or none, tsunami or toilet flush, planetary expansion or not, killer solar flare or a sleepy sun, no killshots, no nada! Comprende? Your Armageddon most likely occurs when you’re plowed down by un autobus, ran over by a parking lot sweeper, or gored by a bull!
That’s right, if you’re not moving past that Peter North, Jorge Washington, that AJ hombre, Tyler amigo, Jaime Rickards, Jaime Willie, etc , then it’s time you realize that even the well intentioned can take you too far down certain roads (they’re still kicking because of what the academics with their fancy palabras call ‘useful controlled opposition’). Your ZH, su disclosure project, su Thrive, su dinero, su pais, yer Suspicious Observer, su free energy, su religions, su saviours, su lingua, su re-written history, su smarts, su science, su math, and even what most Pastor’s, Priests, and Mullah’s call su soul… todos is smoke from cigaretes caballo cangada.
While the audience es doing nada because you think the world is going to ‘end soon anyways’, Me n mi pals are making new rules, putting you on buses to ship you to my Lucha Libre wrestling ring in Mexico (where there ain’t any laws), stealing your stored salted bacon, and squeezing su novias rear end when you’re not looking. All these ‘disasters’ are in front of su ojos, your eyes, because they’re a tool to get you to fight back the incorrect way.
Escucha, whether these disasters occur or not means as much as how long a steers cuerno is AFTER it’s had it’s way with your culo.
Entiendes, I win both ways… that is amigos, whether the disasters do or don’t happen. Oh, and within the fighting ring, it’s true that mis amigos are now protected from any ‘disaster’ because I used your labor to construct safety facilities for our miserable selves. Es verdad, I’m more flexible than a contortionist at a freak show. If the earth’s vibrates too much, then I’ll send you into the caves (located under most fighting arenas) that once were built to save ourselves. I’m gonna laugh just thinking of you sealing your fate in the tomb of your ignorance. If no disaster, then I have enough time to slowly end your life with rotten tamales and sterilizing horchata. Si… those who still remain in the arena as ‘innocent’ bystanders can look forward to a soiled mat surrounded with invisible barbed wire.
Que? I can hear you saying, ‘I’m having these prophetic dreams of disaster, it must be god telling me the future’.
Me y mi luchador cohorts are the ones who have been putting all sorts of chicharones into your subconscious (without you knowin’ that most your thoughts y fears have been placed there purposefully). Hard to handle, si, pero we’ve all been programmed to some extent, and we all have ‘temporary’ brains that are meant to be programmed like a cheap clocks, or in for you ZH’r…algos. Oh, did I mention that the primero tool that I use, es nombre goes under the real fancy 3 letters of NLP.
For as long as you uncritically watch and listen to the cangada that is spewed knowingly y unknowingly from ALL of your trusted lucha libre newscasters and info sources, you will continue to be the bots I desire.”