All the people losing their petty twitter empires because they waited too long to leave… cry me a fucking river. I don’t wanna hear about your ‘outreach’ or your ‘presence’ or your ‘engagement.’ We should listen to one another because of the quality of the content, not follower counts or special badges, and frankly a lot of you are way behind the curve. I’m right about 99% of the time, months ahead of time, almost all of the time, and you treat me like your retard sibling who plays with itself in public. Get a life, tho. If what you’re doing isn’t worth it without genital licks from fucking droolers online then fuckin’ leave it and move on with life. Also, if my giant rocket (and I would have a ‘giant’ rocket…) exploded early, people would call me a failure, but that’s the benefit of being rich. You get do-overs and your actions automatically have different perceptual matrices and consequences. And you get to waste valuable shit and disregard important things for the benefit of your own ego. Democracy is dead and voting won’t save you from fascism. The Earth is fucked. I hate hearing about most of the TV shows you all watch because jesus like how do you get from the bed to the bathroom to the food to the sex to the clinic every day?!