Apologies to Dr. Mike and Burning Mans - September 2nd 2025

Nobody on Earth intimidates me right now. I am brutally honest to a fault, just so you know, I speak my mind. There's zero reason for me to be concerned with anyone's opinion. I'm apologizing about my snarling rage moments on my own. Nobody could possibly ever bribe me with anything at this point. I've seen the other side, my friends.

Sundar Pichai got a good laugh out of my mockery of some ancient Illuminati Archetypes wafting around in the collective with all their wonderful hidden messages to mold a generation or seven.

And some people who could have maybe advocated with their positions of wealth and privilege and influence to build affordable rolling tiny homes for the homeless, instead chose to cough and sneeze out the phrase "meh, not my prob, bob" and went on blowing their now cyborg-nuerolinked parents' trust fund on a recklessly spiritually lazy vice-indulgence.

I might not be objectively correct but I really don't think now's the time for large groups of affluent fools to be dissing the world by partying in the desert. I'm not saying you can't party and dance and share art at all, but in this wasteful a way? Why the hell do you gotta drive all the way out to the desert? Why not assemble in the cities? eh? What are you so scared of? Gather in the cities with you art, why not? What's the problem? too many homeless on drugs? Why's that? MK Ultra victims by the thousands? Incapable of holding regular jobs after what was done to their brains in laboratories decades ago with PTSD they don't remember? Something you wanna look at there? Nah, let's go get drunk and fail around like zombies way out far away in our flagrant immaturity that we're allowed to stagnate in still for some reason.

Yeah, never mind all those other peoples' problems. We'll cross that bridge when they burn it down out of shear unbridled rage.