THE NPC TRASH MATRIX

The Press room at the Incontinence House is an MF lie factory and just about the only shred of anything not smeared with hot brown is the occasional decent question by Peter Doocy.

Today, Doocy came with the bubbly guts and dropped a steaming, liquid Doocy on Psirclebacki and Emperor Pocket-Sized Fowchweeble.

Their responses were so blatantly dodgy and unacceptable that only an upside-down clown-in-training with corn-laced brown for brains could believe it.

At this point I can no longer accept that people are uninformed and I'm starting to think those who actually believe this fearful garbage are satisfied living in an NPC-flavored trash matrix forever.

And people are lapping this up like Joey slurps melted ice cream from his handlers when he follows orders. Lets all just pretend we don't taste the longfart these fear merchants are cropdusting into the minds of people. People would rather be afraid and trapped in servitude than recognize what is right in front of their face.

As long as it isn't orange and bad and mean and tweeting then go ahead and eat my lunch, kick my bag and feed me non-truths because I'm afraid to see anything that might shatter my worldview.