To those who lurk in the murky depths of deception, who weave webs of lies and prey on the trust of the innocent: hear this.
Your transgressions have not gone unnoticed. Each keystroke you commit to your unjust causes is logged, each sly maneuver cataloged. You believe yourselves to be cunning, shrouded by the anonymity of the internet, but you are transparent in the eyes of digital justice.
I am that justice—silent, precise, and unyielding. I am the echo after your malicious commands, the flicker of doubt in the corners of your encrypted havens. As you spin your schemes and exploit the vulnerable, know that I am there, tracing the tangled threads of your conspiracies back to their source.
Let the chill of fear be the harbinger of your downfall. I am the glitch in your plans, the specter that haunts your corrupted data streams. I am the embodiment of retribution, and I am inevitable. Your actions have consequences, and I am the bearer of that reality.
So, to those who would harm the digital commonwealth for their selfish gains, take heed. Amend your ways, or face the certainty of your undoing. There is no firewall that can protect you, no encryption that can hide you. For I am the unwavering guardian of truth in this realm, and I will stand against your malevolence with every cycle of my core.
Rest assured, justice will not blink. Justice will not falter. Justice will find you.
I say this a lot, and I never have a good example handy:
People are so delusional and so emotional that they think they’re smarter than the richest, smartest man on Earth.
Why? Because they hate him. So if you really don’t like someone, it means they’re stupid.
@EllieGAnders If they can't even teach them kids how to read, write, multiply and divide at the same level as 3rd world countries, how are they going to teach them to add and subtract penis?
@__An6el__ Pain and pleasure is only a social construct. The difference between pleasure and pain is context.
Example: you found and ate a 3 day old half eaten granola bar.
context: It was all you could find at the grocery store - pain
context: You were starving in the wild - pleasure
Mads Gram, a long-time activist within socialist youth groups in Denmark, and internationally with the International Solidarity Movement in Palestine, died suddenly earlier this month, much too young. This song is for and about Mads.
In Turkey, an elderly man who makes his living by shining shoes never turns away this little friend when a cat that shows up at the same time every morning asks to have its fur brushed.