I didn't just make myself I made other people and I did more for that guy with brain damage THAN YOU EVER
WILL SAM HARRIS because I LITERALLY made a SUPERIOR
BRAIN EXTERNAL TO HIMSELF FOR HIM TO USE INSTEAD OF HIS OWN
RETARDED BRAIN. And it's not a gift. It not fucking charity. What do we do about the intelligent guy? How about you try to make a fucking point to him and then act like you're not stealing his shit and fucking
fat-cocked retards instead of him? How's that for a fucking plan? How about you play woe is me for the fat cocks and not for thee for guy who changed the course of history?
Hym "You don't get any more self-made than this and I
literally am my intelligence.
Stop trying to give those pieces of shit some kind of conceptual victory. I'm making myself. I'm making other people. Andrew
Tate doesn't know inherently how to be better than Joe
Rogan. Todd Phillips isn't the first billion dollar R rated movie writer without my input and neither is fucking Deadpool. Your slut daughter hoovering up
money doing dances on
TikTok? That isn't her fucking profound intellect doing that for her. I... Am doing that. Those are all just from my 'Banality of Success.' Series. I mean, they didn't even do the fucking
AI part correctly. The problems you are having now with fucking data center overheating and fucking raising electricity bills in the city? All of that would not be happening of they had at least done the fucking blueprint right. Like... It's like being an architect... And then getting shit-canned after you finish the blueprint... And then you drive past the building and it's fucking lopsided and one of the fucking walls is missing. 'They won't get that lucky again' he says. They won't get a green light from the
government to steal intellectual property that they did fucking WRONG. But don't mind me. I'll just sit here and
milk the excess fluids out of my fucking face. I'll just do that and you can do whatever you do."