My mental agility doesn't let me bend logic into the pretzel shapes necessary to make a hero of Dave.
Your mental agility is that of a soap dish. How hard can this be to grasp: The guy quit. His. Job. To devote. His time. To researching and explaining Q. For the masses. For free.
Wow. Quit his job to get rich off dubious theological nonsense and repackaged anon research? Consider that clue rented--nay!-- purchased at above-market price, o noob of naivete. Tell me more of this heroism.
Sheeple, sheeple, sheeple. I'm just old enough to remember a group of people you would have found heroic. They were called "televangelists". In fact, many are still around and providing "free" programming and cashing big checks from the bleating baa baas who cannot divorce themselves from worshipping in the temples of the cult of personality. Ya done been played, son. How hard is it to grasp?
My mental agility pales in comparison to yours, certainly. I would say your mental agility is astonishing. Like a contortionist putting his head around and into his agile buttocks.
Recipe for Cqvfefe Pretzels:
How to make a pretzel:
(1) Take one doughy douche--Dave Hayes will do and send him a check (2) Examine the dough: Observe that he doesn't work as a medic (3) First twist: Pretend not to understand that he makes more money as a fake prophet and healer (3) Look at the dough: does he offer anything free? (4) Next twist: confuse yourself into thinking his free stuff is more than an advertisement for his books of false religious claims and repackaged anon work (5) Third twist: please do not notice that the pretzel is getting twisty (4) Final twist: Infer that he quit his job selflessly to serve others and drop to all fours in eager desire to endless fellate your hero. (5) Send the PayMe Medic a check, again.
(5) Cover it all in salty sprinkles to make the flavor easier to choke down.
Your mental agility is that of a soap dish. How hard can this be to grasp: The guy quit. His. Job. To devote. His time. To researching and explaining Q. For the masses. For free.
Rent a clue, O bitter one.
Wow. Quit his job to get rich off dubious theological nonsense and repackaged anon research? Consider that clue rented--nay!-- purchased at above-market price, o noob of naivete. Tell me more of this heroism.
Sheeple, sheeple, sheeple. I'm just old enough to remember a group of people you would have found heroic. They were called "televangelists". In fact, many are still around and providing "free" programming and cashing big checks from the bleating baa baas who cannot divorce themselves from worshipping in the temples of the cult of personality. Ya done been played, son. How hard is it to grasp?
My mental agility pales in comparison to yours, certainly. I would say your mental agility is astonishing. Like a contortionist putting his head around and into his agile buttocks. Recipe for Cqvfefe Pretzels:
How to make a pretzel:
(1) Take one doughy douche--Dave Hayes will do and send him a check (2) Examine the dough: Observe that he doesn't work as a medic (3) First twist: Pretend not to understand that he makes more money as a fake prophet and healer (3) Look at the dough: does he offer anything free? (4) Next twist: confuse yourself into thinking his free stuff is more than an advertisement for his books of false religious claims and repackaged anon work (5) Third twist: please do not notice that the pretzel is getting twisty (4) Final twist: Infer that he quit his job selflessly to serve others and drop to all fours in eager desire to endless fellate your hero. (5) Send the PayMe Medic a check, again.
(5) Cover it all in salty sprinkles to make the flavor easier to choke down.