NOT SPIRITUAL

As you probably know, I have low tolerance for insane stuff. Like the utterances of many politicians, and the gentlemen who infest the backroom where I work. Which means that actually I am a very tolerant individual. Oh, the irony.

If you didn't know me better, you might think that I am a Christian.
That would be wrong, you know. Understandable, but incorrect.

Workdays, because of the mental transdimensionality of people in Marin, are sheerly torture. Interupted once a day by nasty comestibles. The only good thing is that I can smoke my pipe on the premises and no Karens will scream at me for doing that, or demand to know if I am aware of the damage I'm doing to my body, spyche, karma, aura, and chance of salvation with tobacco. It can be very peaceful there.

But it is Marin, so some people actually believe there's gluten in vaccines.
And I've heard favourable mentions of Ivermectin there.
Plus stuff about nanochips.

Pizza Gate.

There are more "special" people in Marin than anywhere else.

One particular person there is into his native American spirituality, and keeps hooking up with psychotic professional women. Those are two related facets of the same coin. Apparently being so spiritual, he's a magnet for whackjobs. It's an irresistible attraction.
That's just the way he is. He can't help it.

I'm hope I'm not like that.

If I am magnetic, I hope it's for calm and rational people.
That seems far more pleasant.
No moths.



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