Ill At Ease

Currently a semi-student.

I'm eager to talk to people, feel free to message or ask me anything. I have an unmarked queue.

Trying to bob my way through life now I guess. Not really sure what the hell is going on anymore. I’m over 25.

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Great, now people are engaging their goddamn Conspiracy Brain Mode because the Navy reviewed their sonar recordings and found sounds consistent with an implosion around about the same time they lost communications with the damn thing

“THEY KNEW!!!! THEY KNEW ALL ALONG! SOMETHING SOMETHING HUNTER BIDENDDN!!!!”

Or maybe they didn’t want to say “Hey everyone, we heard what may have been a submersible collapsing, go ahead and call off the search for the billionaires. I mean maybe it was a particularly loud whale fart but it’s not worth looking into.”

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Look. Right-wingers. I need you to understand something: You are literally the only people on the planet who care about Hunter Biden. Any “distraction op” would be completely pointless because nobody else gives a fuck.

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they are now showing up on my posts clowning on these fools

Does Joe Biden himself even give a shit about what Hunter does?

Frankly, everything I’ve seen about the relationship between Joe Biden and Hunter Biden is one of genuine love and compassion, which while cool for them also kinda makes Joe’s decades-long career of being a “tough on crime” politician rather galling. He knows what it’s like to care about someone who struggles with addiction, and has likely used his own power to shield Hunter from the consequences he felt the masses deserved to suffer if they have the same problems.

It really bothers me [that] I didn’t learn german better. And it feels too late now.

And it’s wild how much I actually think about Soviet Union despite not being from there or having ever lived there.

Everyday I become a little less ambitious and a little more spiteful and a little more angry and a little sadder. I have some inkling of what to do, but I don’t have the strength to do it.

Or maybe I just hate myself.

Or maybe I want this.

Everyday.