ARE 80% OF HUMANS GULLIBLE DUMBSHITS?

Ninety plus percent of my friends and family took the shot. Eighty percent might be a lowball number.

“I never said I was the sharpest tool in the shed.”—The Homeless Comic

At the VRR headquarters we like coincidence. The bigger the better. We like astronomical odds, or anything odd really. When they launched their fake pandemic I started researching the odds of something happening and since they provided us with the percentage numbers for their deadly virus it saved me time on a calculator. In the end I calculated out that it was far more likely that an alligator would crawl out of a swamp in Louisiana, walk to Seattle and eat me in my office while I was doing the calculations then it was for me to die from their bullshit virus. I sent my calculations to our publick heeth ifficials and they ignored it.

A few days ago I wrote about another dead Kennedy. It’s in my garden. My dead JFK rose bush. I wrote about the blooming coincidence with the Supreme court decision on abortion. A few hours after I posted it I ran out to get the mail in the pouring rain. My wife always gets the mail. She refused. I told her I’ve seen her get the mail in the rain before. She refused. I told her there is probably a big check in the mail for me and if she goes, I’ll give her some of it so she can go shopping for the day. That usually works every single time, but not this time. So, I went out and got the mail after she told me where the key was. After getting our mail stolen for the 15^thtime our entire cul-de-sac decided to get lock boxes.

Inside the box was a catalog. It’s from a real estate agent. Some how she has her own magazine.  It’s fucking beautiful. I want my own magazine. Maybe I’d name it RocHELLe and compete against GEORGE. I opened up the magazine and see roses.

I also noticed my neighbor across the street had two new rose bushes in front of his garage door waiting to be planted. Update on my shopping for a new JFK rose bush. OUT OF STOCK. I did find a Marilyn Monroe but the company wanted $17 to ship it. I’m a poor starving gardener. I can’t pay that. Marilyn shown below.

A week or so ago I was researching this psychologist who studied stupid human behavior. Basically, he’s determined that around 80% of humans are gullible dumbshits. I added him into my lawmaker report. His name is Stanley Milgram.

After I posted it I got an email that Donald Jeffries had just posted an article and in his article he referenced the 80/20 gullible human dumbshits. Just after I wrote the above sentence I get an email notification from Donald Jeffries.

Universe must have had an extra cup of coffee this morning.

Stacking coincidences. It’s not the first time I synch’d up with SS authors. Several times I’ve synch’d up perfectly with Clif High. We both send weekly love letters to Washington State appointed officials.

For a while I was synching up with our Dr. Profitoffagenocide writers and that was driving me crazy so I unsubscribed to all of them except Dr. T. Sherri just wrote an article on eating bugs this morning. She’s not overly opposed to it. Don’t except an invite for dinner at her house. I read Sherri because I like to see how she intertwines God into this scamdemic that we’ve all been scammed into. Why would God allow that to happen to the God-fearing people of the United States? Hasn’t he ever heard us sing, GOD BLESS AMERICA?

I also read Sherri because she doesn’t over post like Dr. Alexander who posts 44 times a day. While reading Sherri’s article about halfway down there is an ad for the pillow guy.

 Who would ever think you could become a billionaire off a fucking pillow. This morning I woke up and it felt really strange and I couldn’t figure out what the issue was. I then realized I don’t have my normal pillow. It’s in the spare room. I have an afternoon meditation / senior nap every other afternoon. I took it in there to lay down and review a spirit session so my wife could have access to her perfume and make-up without disturbing me. I forgot to take it back to my bed.Pillow / pillow. Stacking coincidences.

Session revealed more name calling—mine.

Why does Dr. T have an ad for the pillow guy on her SS? Why don’t I have an ad for the pillow guy on my SS? If you listened to my Garden Talk you know I mentioned in there that I use to write for a company who placed ads on our articles. The ads generated big money and they used it to pay us writers and now I notice an ad on a Substack article. Can you see how this is oddly connecting?

Can we place ads on our SS and get paid for it? Of course, all profits in this genocide will go to a charity probably ran by the Kazarian mafia. Profiting off my SS could never happen because I have an income of $00.00. I don’t whine and cry about it. I boast about it. It’s God’s plan.

 I’m in the nightmare process of flipping on the upgrade to paid at $ub$tack. I have plans to write about it in detail. I was going to offer a monthly subscription at .99 cents. NOT ALLOWED. I wanted to be like the dollar store. I started doubting myself too. Maybe I’m not worth .99 cents. Should I lower it to .89 cents? NOT ALLOWED. However, I am allowed to set the monthly subscription price at $999.99. I calculated it out and if every one of my subscribers upgrades to paid at $999.99 I’m going to first shit my pants, then after I clean up I will publicly announce that I’m rich and officially retire as a terminated bus driver. I don’t know why there isn’t a k in the word publicly. The English language is so fucked up. Why is there a k in fuck? Why isn’t it fucl?

One more thing and then I’ll stop torturing you. About ten years ago there was some fuss about a mint silver coin with an alien in a rowboat on it. The Royal Canadian Mint company claimed it wasn’t an alien so I bought one.

Now they aren’t trying to hide it.

I bought one of these too. I’m a sucker for coins with aliens on them.

The ghost is Sabrina. Looped X3.

VRR fun fact—My cousin went to school with the band. I sent her a text and asked her if the Duck Kee Market is in the bay area.