RustyShackleford

That’s a name they want you to react to, Semi. It’s a trigger phrase. You think that’s a coincidence? That’s how they tag citizens in the database!

See, everybody thinks the conspiracy is whether aliens exist. That’s amateur hour. That’s what they feed the masses so they can feel smart arguing about it at the Mega Lo Mart checkout line.

The real conspiracy… is that aliens absolutely exist, and the government needs you arguing about it. Keeps your eyes off the real operation—interdimensional trade agreements, cattle mutilation tax write-offs, and whatever’s going on in Nevada that smells like propane and betrayal.

And you know how they keep it buried? They leak just enough “truth” to make it look crazy. Grainy photos, lunatics on late-night radio, a guy named “Dale”, who just happens to sound unhinged—yeah, I’m onto that too.

That’s called narrative control, Semi. You don’t hide the truth—you poison it so nobody credible wants to touch it.

So no, the conspiracy isn’t “aliens don’t exist.” That’s the decoy. The conspiracy is that they’ve turned the truth into a joke… and now anyone who gets close to it gets lumped in with me.

…which is exactly what they want.

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Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to rotate my bug-out tuna supply. The cans have started listening.

We’ll live shitty lives forever

Shut your whore mouth! All we have to look forward to anymore is inevitable death and the sweet silence of oblivion… 😣

If it makes you feel any better, my laptop is still on Windows 7 lol. 🫡

Here’s an idea: add easily accessible links so that even those less technologically inclined can easily reverse image search. Since many younger users are moving to Lemmy, they might not fully understand all the rules you’re trying to enforce.

My girlfriend, who is an honors teacher, mentioned that substitutes rarely engage in activities beyond following a basic lesson plan or showing a movie. I find it hard to comprehend the necessity of leaving notes, except for serving as a paper trail for the principal.

Over a decade ago, I warned my friends in the alley about this technology, but no one believed me.

It probably all started when 7 ate 9.