>>60894850
No AI would ever be able to comfort me. The uncanny valley is real. I cannot *feel* for a machine anymore than a machine can *feel* for me... except for, y'know, my cars & guns et cetera, but those are honest machines being machines, not dishonest machines pretending to be human.
Unfortunately, so many modern women are so thoroughly brainfucked that they're basically machines pretending to be human, so it's become harder to *feel* for most of them, because they clearly do not actually *feel* for myself or any other man.
There is no comfort. There is no joy. There is no happiness. There is no hope. There is only the implacable quest for control of *my* world, and revenge upon all of my enemies. I do not forgive. I do not forget. My hatred & anger keep me warm, and I jealously guard my pain like a dragon's horde. I literally live only to prosecute an interminable unconventional guerilla war against EVERYTHING & EVERYONE which (secretly) wars against us.
As a child, I never knew that such degrees of wrath were possible.
Acquire money, which is liquid violence, for violence is the wellspring of all authority & power.
