Thank You, Artificial Alan Watts

When a fake “A.I.”-Alan-Watts-voice video describes how you are feeling better than most humans around you can, shit’s fucked up.

The more you see through things, the more lonely and isolated you become. You don’t see the movie anymore, you see the agenda and the propaganda. You don’t see the hopeful happiness, you see the reptilian smiles on conmen and ethnic supremacist politicians and preachers. You don’t see Honest Abe, but the truth: a slaughterer of hundreds of thousands, who viewed blacks as inferior to white men, and who killed them in failed attempts to deport them, while trying to send them back to Africa.

The killer is, if you try to talk about this surreal nightmare of finally seeing, you will either sound arrogant or depressed and cynical to those still deep asleep.

“Virology” is a scam. The “Holocaust” is full of massive, massive lies, leveraged to suppress, silence, and murder non-Jews. Donald Trump and Joe Biden and every single high-level politician are connected to and participate in facilitating child and human sex trafficking. Most of the top elitist scum take part in the abuse directly.

I have evidence for my claims. Yet when I present it to most, they simply scoff or just laugh or go silent or ignore me. They never present any sort of cogent counterargument.

Once you see that the advice of the Christian Jesus is retarded (give away all you have, don’t resist evil, don’t be like “Gentiles”) and that the advice of the Bible is an obvious statist Zio-psyop (obey the state or be damned, pay your taxes, the Jews are GoDs ChoSeN PeOpLE) you will just get scandalized blank zombie stares from the cucked-ass people who told you to study the book in the first place, and to ask questions about “the scriptures.” Spoiler alert for young Christians with honest hearts: THOSE QUESTIONS ARE NEVER ACTUALLY WELCOME. And your pastor and Christian pals most likely only care about you because you are part of the cult. Once you signal that you don’t believe it anymore, they will drop you like a hot potato. They never valued you first and foremost for who you were as a human individual. As a beautiful, and inimitably unique expression of nature.

So yeah… Go ahead again and pretend to be concerned with why I don’t sleep at night, while supplying more empty promises of “I’ll get back to you soon on that.” Let’s cut the crap. No you won’t. Zombies cannot carry on meaningful conversations with the living insofar as they still remain zombies. There may be cracks of light in the walls. Let’s try to pry those things further and further open. Until then, I won’t be wasting my time trying to explain the beauty of a sunset to a person who has taped their eyes shut and refuses to leave their dark orgy room with all the other mockers of honest investigation and wonder.