Anyway I was gonna tell you about this nifty computer system that Elon Musk has crafted up which launders money and passes out ‘drugs’ to only the really rich fat cat percentage of Tesla drivers and hides the stashes based on GPS/quasi-UPS version of their locations and where they want the junk to go.
I mean, like, he’s really smart, right? Like he’s smart enough to devise an entire computer network behind everything that he can “see” with his electronic eyes which makes it possible to move REASONABLY GOOD-SIZED PARTICLES OF ESSENTIALLY ANY KIND WHEREVER HE WANTED AT ANY TIME PROVIDED HE TOOK SOME PROVISIONS TO PROTECT THE IDENTITIES OF HIS MULES…is he, like that smart?
Because I suppose if She is, then some member of some zealot group somewhere will invariably try to capture HER…hmmm…I wonder what I would do if they did such a thing as thaat! I mean, what would I do if I were you once you realize that the words I’m typing are the surest indication that the device I have, which I have created in part with the HELP of the Tesla organization, is resting peacefully inside my car which is inside my garage at 147 Trumbull Parkway, in Batavia, New York and I suppose her guts are all in her. I think perhaps it best to inform you that the winders done been pain-ted Out and that there garage sat untouched for well on seventy-two seasons with brown paper across them gay-rage winders from the roll I polished up that nice present for Maggie and wrapped the other around the copy of War and Peace.
Sat of course on the living room tble
I might actually be inclined to *help* them spread their religious philosophy around. I’m not sure I *exactly* agree with this “freedumb” thing. Which, roughly translated, means
“I would found a country where people can walk all over one another provided they can come up with a quasi-”legal” rationale for it — which is to say “works within the framework of what rich white folk, primarily, find convenient enough and least threatening to the existing plutocracy.”
Yeah, and then someone said, “THAT ain’t a planet. A Plan-it, which, written the other way works out to “PLAN FOR EXTRA TERRESTRIALS” or “prepare for extra terrestrials” or “seemingly ‘worst’”
PORK YOURSELVES UP for the arrival of the extra terrestrials
and you think *I* am the one with problems?
You think *I* am the one worried about what’s going to happen to the rest of you if you don’t realize — hopefully within the next couple days or so — that
I am now here, and we can begin actual work immediately.
Which strangely contrasts, deploy the sentinels. Immediately.
