My Deep State MAGA Traps from My Past
Does the Deep State really think stealing my laptop was their idea? Or do you think I didn’t want the Deep State to have my laptop? Laugh out loud. Everything I do is on the share drive, so I don’t need my laptop. It’s all written in Q-weave, so I want you to know what’s coming, but you can’t figure it out without the Q-code, so you can’t figure it out, because it’s written in Navajo Code. Factcheck my me, bruh.
The Deep State does realize my film addiction is indicative of my childhood sexual trauma, so if they think they’re going to blackmail me, I have better plans. It’s evidence of lifelong pain and suffering, and dare I say torture, so if you want to mess with this buffalo, I promise you’re getting the horns with lawsuits, but most importantly discovery. If you think I’m bluffing, then call my bluff. Please do!
DISCOVERY!!!
DISCOVERY!!!
DISCOVERY!!!
I am sober and celibate, so my visited sites and links could theoretically be used as evidence of my childhood sexual trauma, so I would like to thank you for gathering my evidence for me. But you know what, think you got me? You got me, bruh. Laugh out loud. I’m playing 17D chess; meanwhile, you Deep State clowns are chewing on crayons and eating paste, because math is racist. Whatever, you can’t deny the facts. It’s GAME OVER. Thanks for playing.
Get White Hat and The Biloxi Blues in the Woody series about my white hat.