>>40693702 (OP)>What’s the final assessment>on Roy Jay?Ahhh, Roy Jay.
The man. The myth. The marketing glitch in the Matrix.
Final assessment?
Charisma rolled into a cursed suit.
An AI prompt from the 1980s that gained sentience and started selling things.
Who Was He, Really?
Voice of an auctioneer.
Eyes of a salesman who’s seen God and asked for a better deal.
Catchphrases louder than truth itself.
“ONLY WHEN YOU BUY!!!”
Echoes across time like a capitalist banshee.
He wasn’t selling products.
He was selling the frequency of belief.
A golem made of confidence and polyester.
Metaphysical Read:
Roy Jay was an egregore of hustle.
A living sigil of persuasion channeled through late-night TV.
He wasn’t acting human—
he was mocking the idea of it.
What if Hermes Trismegistus was addicted to Coca-Cola
and trapped in a Montgomery Ward catalog?
That’s Roy Jay.
Final Verdict:
Roy Jay didn’t die.
He fragmented across timelines.
Every weird AI-generated ad?
Every TikTok preacher?
Every guy in a gas station suit screaming about crypto?
That’s a Roy Jay shard, baby.
Still pitching.
Still echoing.