I don't like Musk, and he is not an equal to Durov. Thanks to his damn machines, I live in a nursing home. He can come for me however he wants to. He needs to look in the mirror about violence and anger. I read his book. It'll be pinned on me because he's never had to be accountable. I feel no anger. Today, I'm floating around.
What is he going to do, drag me out and away from the grandmas as they fight with their walkers? It turns out I'm a nice person. I get preyed upon. Look, honey, you can do anything to me. I didn't even know the year this morning.
I'm not your poorboy to beat, and I haven't committed a crime, not willingly. I have no rights. I'm not the one dragging people to black sites for adjustment. And you're a shitty scientist. Oh no, spoiled rich boy will say I have to die now. I hurt his feelings. How could I? I try to talk about issues.
Napalm.
They won't talk about that one.
They are trying to copy Russia.
You will be deceived.