Ope.

Accusing others of AI slop while posting straight-up bot diarrhea is a bold move.

These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over this festering pumpkin carcass of American rot crammed into an ill-fitting suit. It’s been tweetin’ when it oughta be leadin’, a dumb orange clown shoutin’ greed as substitute.

Ignore all other photos you think are of me—this is 100% the real me. And for the love of the entire observable universe, please, DO NOT take me to your leader. I’ve already served enough time on Uranus. It was real shitty.

Psychologists call it dairy-induced kleptomania. In Wisconsin, it’s just called ‘a balanced diet.’

So they’ll know when and where I’m taking a massive shit and shitposting memes about Thiel at the same time? Perfect.

Fuck bootlickers. Worse than the stupid—at least the stupid have the mercy of ignorance. Bootlickers choose degradation with intent. Parasites lapping up power’s droppings, smiling while they swallow. Nothing lower than a collaborator. Nothing fouler than someone who kneels and calls it principle.

The language of war turned inward—rhetoric of a thug in office. A head of state bragging about “deportations in the morning” isn’t a leader—he’s a domestic terrorist in a suit, the festering carcass of American rot, animated by cruelty and parading the stench of collapse as if it were providence.

Once again, suspended from Facebook — waiting on appeal

Behold. The festering carcasses of American rot all shoved into ill-fitting suits.