Let'
s see...
Hym "Oh, I'm sure you would! I'm sure, as a matter of absolute certainty, that you would love for anything that spites me to happen to me and continue to happen to me until the end of
time. But, to answer your question, when I lie I think 'How close can I get this to the actual
truth? What's an easy, plausible lie to tell? How much do these two things need to intertact to make an effective lie? Can I rely on vaguery? Should I be avoidant?' And I usually know I'm going to need to lie
long before I've actually lied. I decided to lie the second I did the thing I was going to lie about. I've articulated what I want many times. I want to be compensated for my contributions regardless of how
small. I want to get my tooth fixed. I want the pressure in my skull to subside. I want to
stop hearing the sound of a lymph node crunching inbetween the hinge of my jaw whenever I eat. I want whoever is mediating our little dialogue to be identified... Ummmmm I want a lot of things actually. I want that whore to suffer, obviously. I want the cripple to
die by his own hand but NOT intentionally. I want him to forego his diabetes protocol and accidentally
kill himself so I can say 'Ha! See!? That's why not let the
retard do
whatever he wants. He is
retarded.' I want you to think of me as you're dying and know that no matter how much pain you're in, it's LESS than I would PREFER. Which gives a silver lining to your death and is more than any of you are doing for me.
I
don't think how well I've argued has anything to do with anything here (And WHY do you sound like Matt again? Stop doing that). There is no version of 'Hym=>
Retard&Whorez' you would ever buy. I think you've manufactured a scenario where everyone is using my arguments so that I'll say 'But everyone is using my arguments so they must be good' so you can draw a parallel between ☝️ that and that mongoloid brothel and say 'Well, then by that
logic, all those whores are fucking the cripple, therefore, you're worse than a cripple.' It'
s just a perpetual slew of 'gotcha's' where the conclusion of 'MY OWN
LOGIC' somehow leads to me not getting what I want. 'Secure in my masculinity' and 'Tolerant of women fucking that
retard' are the same thing to you. They're synonymous to you. So, that's not a conclusion that you're drawing. It's no different than saying 'Your intolerance of those whores fucking that cripple instead of you is leading me to believe that you're intolerant of whores fucking that
retard instead of you' Ummm... What else? I'm not going to lie to you... No, I
don't care about the future. At the moment of my death, I'm no longer subject to
time and, therefore, can assume the rest of
time has occurred in my absence. What happened will have happened and you're all effectively dead with me. Your kids are dead with me. THEIR KIDS are dead with me. It's the same thing. But
don't worry, I'll keep you guys alive as
long as I can. Or, I guess, keep me alive or perish!
