These crackers should die.
The ones taking my money.
They should get beat the fuck up,at a minimum.
Death might be a bit much.
I’d just love to see a scenario, a scenario where they realized that the power was in the numbers.
Not in the game.
But..
We stupid as fuck out here, it’ll never change
After the mob beats up the taxman, I hope they go for the medical man.
Not the doctor, But the medical money man.
The man that sees fit to financially ruin.
The greedy fuckers.
Out here, fucking over the regs,
Can’t even see a fuckin doctor..
Because it’s a racket.
Your whole bullshit is a racket.
It’s one long ad one a free podcast.
An ad from a dogshit company, making you speak direct LIES into a microphone.
“no no no.. these headphones are great..”
Liar.
Charlatan.
You fucking liar.
They made a lier out of you.
Credentials revoked.
I no longer trust what you say, because you’re a whore,just like everyone else.
Whore.
I said it.
I’m a w**** too, but my version looks like…
It looks like pretending to be interested in someone you don’t respect.
Or find interesting.
Like I have to pretend that I’m listening, or that I care, or that his children are genetically justified.
I have to pretend, that I think it was a perfectly fine thing for these groups of genes to reproduce.
I’m a fucking liar too.
You’re just a dancing liar.
We’ll start out the day by praying for an asteroid.
Start out the work day by wishing for Mass Extinction.
You can say this, regardless of all the death, regardless of all the terrible terrible feelings it would stir up…
You’d still have to laugh.
At least a little.
If you don’t, I personally think you’re doing this thing wrong.
You’d have to laugh, when the asteroid comes.
I fuckin would.
Thinking about all the time you crackers have wasted..
Fuck me…
No one has killed me yet.
Guess we have to get through another day of this
dawn 