I don’t know if you’ve been living under a rock or not for the last week or so. On the slight chance that may be the case, allow me to tell you that India’s wealthiest man is turning out to be just as much “call center scammer” as India’s poorest men. Pajeet done goofed. It’s a wild story to watch unfold, especially as this “Hindenburg Research” has viscerally ripped Adani a new asshole with an intense and damning report ranging from clear nepotism to blatant fraud. It’s a thing of glory, and I think HSBC and Goldman Sachs are reeling because these sorts of financial attacks could come for them next. Me, personally, I enjoy the bloodbath. I hope Hindenberg Research turns a pretty profit from shorting Adani companies. I hope the trend continues and the world of finance is rocked by these new types of hedge funds. They’re not necessarily new, per se, but this very public sort of attack is fairly new. Normally it’s some crackpot holding a sign that reads “The End is Near” and not a team of financial experts and researchers compiling a comprehensive dossier to release into the wild and wreak havoc.

You’ll be pressed to find a more degenerate group than “The Furry Fandom”. The degeneracy is storied. They’ve been kicked out of so many convention centers for incredibly stupid yet valid reasons. One notable account of furries being absolute degenerates involves a group of them jerking off into a bong and then using it. Disgusting. Then, another instance of furries that lead to them being banned from a hotel convention center revolved around a pizza involved in a similar bukkake situation that was subsequently left in the hotel hallway for staff and other customers to witness. Vomit. That, combined with the diaper fetish crossover, has ultimately narrowed how many locations furry conventions can be hosted at. They really are subhumans, in all honesty, and it makes me wonder why. I don’t want to blame autism, because I think people with autism would have more decency and self respect than these degenerates, though admittedly I’m pretty sure many furries either identify as or were diagnosed autistic. Furries do autism an enormous disservice.

First and foremost; If you’re here because you searched for “Gangstalking” and believe you’re being “gangstalked”, I encourage you to seek emergency mental help. Do it for yourself. Do it for your family. Get help, you’re not well.

It’s been a long time since I’ve read about gangstalking. It’s essentially the belief that an individual is being targeted by a covert campaign of spying and harassment for no apparent reason. If that’s not ridiculous enough, these people have entire communities they’ve put together where they do virtual dick-measuring about how targeted they are. It’s like a schizophrenic wankfest where they all show each other how crazy they are and, rather than come together to discern that they are in fact just insane, actually end up convincing each other that they’re even more targeted than they previously believed.

Happy Anniversary to my lovely soon-to-be-wife. I love you so much. You’re my favorite, my everything, my love. I’m lucky to have you, and I’m glad I get to be with you.

It feels like I’m criss-crossing the map these days. The travel is never ending. It’s eternal, it seems. I can’t avoid a minimum of an hour travel, and in most cases it seems like two and a half to four and a half are my ranges. It’s kind of annoying, if I’m being honest. It throws a wrench in my ability to exist in my life comfortably, because everything just stops due to my not being present in my own life.

I got barely three sentences into this post before I started to really loathe it. I didn’t just hate it, I wanted to take a flamethrower to those three sentences and turn them to ash. I wanted to remove the words involved from the dictionary. I wanted to expunge those three sentences from the entirety of human consciousness.

I’m simply not that powerful, and I suppose I’m being hyperbolic again. But it’s a good point. Take the point, at least. I began rewriting this post because the direction it originally began to head was so outside the tracks that it was basically Thomas the Train off-roading.

Man, it seems like Friends can play for fucking ever. Was it really renewed for like sixty seasons? Because it feels like it, jesus. I mean, it’s not the worst show in the world, but I don’t get how people can seemingly watch it perpetually. All of the story arcs are pretty straightforward and once you’ve gone through it like twice it’s about as fresh as stale bread.

I can’t believe you can buy two ounces of reasonable weed for $90 these days. When I was a kid, a goddamn ounce was expensive as shit. I need to watch some reviews of the Magic Flight Launch Box. It’s really fuckin cheap, and it’s been around forever. Not only that, but it seems incredibly simple, and the simpler a device is the longer it typically lasts. Especially if you’re able to modify it yourself. Something as simple as the Magic Flight Launch Box is probably highly modifiable. I really should watch some review videos to see if it’s worthwhile. One thing I can say for sure is that the Pax 3 is a piece of crap. It was never good, and right now it literally doesn’t produce vapor despite being fully charged. It makes me sad. It wasn’t cheap. My OG Jams is a far superior device and it’s cheaper than the Pax 3. I don’t know why, but it seems like I’m always on the lookout for a new vape. I really do enjoy the ritual of it.

I really can’t stand the state of Indiana. I just hate everything about it. I hate the people. I hate the laws. I hate the things hoosiers love. I hate the fact that Indiana has a personal vendetta against people who enjoy cold beer or literally any other alcohol. Hell, weed is still very much illegal in Indiana, and I’m sure a lot of the reason for this stems from the fact that Indiana’s miserable ass is still churning and burning fentanyl deaths like it’s going out of style. It’s not an epidemic out there, it’s a fucking way of life. I guess I can understand it, though. I’d probably kill myself with fentanyl if I were permanently physically trapped in such a miserably shitty state.