We have a lot of physical evidence of Roy, but I'm not gonna lie, the shenanigans with the youtube comments and backdating shit, combined with the obvious freemason stuff, makes it pretty clear that something unrelaxed was going on here regardless of whether he existed or not.
>the fucked up eye
>replaces the phrase "i'm a loveable man" with "i'm a traveling man" in his live performances of vehicle
>that overtly masonic stage in the spookin' down the street performance
>always wearing some attire that's black and white or a balance of some kind
>magician gloves
>that posture that looks like he's stepping on something or "in motion" shit he does in so many photos/album covers with one hand down, one hand up, one foot down, one foot up and so on
The dude was obviously a mason, and yet I am enthralled by him. He's almost like the anti-mason. Instead of leading you into a false dichotomy, he teaches you how to slither, and spreads joy and humor instead of judaism and death. I'm not sure what to make of it all, but I feel in my heart that Roy is our boy.