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The Hypocrisy of James Hind: Literalism and the Inconsistencies of a Self-Proclaimed ‘Brand’.
https://mattsmemos5.wordpress.com/2024/10/03/the-hypocrisy-of-james-hind-literalism-and-the-inconsistencies-of-a-self-proclaimed-brand/

(Verse 1)
He’s the king of taking words,
And twisting them to be absurd,
Claims to see the world so clear,
But only through a broken mirror.
Matt molested a house plant?
It’s nonsense on a twisted rant.
A harem of women, a fantasy tale,
He’ll spin your joke into a nail.

(Pre-Chorus)
But when the focus shifts his way,
He’s got a brand, not a life to say—
It’s all a game, a story, a mask,
A construct that he’ll never unpack.

(Chorus)
He cries “literal!” for you and me,
But when it’s him, it’s irony.
Tells us lies dressed up as fact,
Then begs for nuance, a little tact.
If we see his truth for what it hides,
We’ll know his literal is just disguise.
It’s a joke to him, a game he plays,
While we’re left tangled in the haze.

(Verse 2)
He’ll weaponize your every line,
But says his bio’s just a sign,
A puppet show, a false charade,
Yet claims we’re all in black parade.
He’s literal when he points and sneers,
But when it’s his turn, he disappears.
Just a brand, a role, a fleeting lie,
A chameleon, shifting by and by.

(Pre-Chorus)
But when we press for truth revealed,
He blurs the edges, keeps it sealed.
Hiding behind his ‘fiction’ mask,
So we can’t hold him to the task.

(Chorus)
He cries “literal!” for you and me,
But when it’s him, it’s irony.
Tells us lies dressed up as fact,
Then begs for nuance, a little tact.
If we see his truth for what it hides,
We’ll know his literal is just disguise.
It’s a joke to him, a game he plays,
While we’re left tangled in the haze.

(Bridge)
You see, he’s the judge, and we’re the clowns,
He’ll lift you up just to tear you down.
But flip the lens, and what do you find?
A hypocrite, lost in his own mind.

(Chorus)
He cries “literal!” for you and me,
But when it’s him, it’s irony.
Tells us lies dressed up as fact,
Then begs for nuance, a little tact.
If we see his truth for what it hides,
We’ll know his literal is just disguise.
It’s a joke to him, a game he plays,
But we’ll see through his twisted maze.

(Outro)
He cries “literal!” but it’s all a show,
What’s real, what’s fake—we’ll never know.
Behind the mask, there’s nothing there—
Just a hollow shell, in a liar’s lair.