Alright, buckle up buttercups, I’m back! I’m fucking back! Fuck me, that was a close call. I almost lost all joy in life. I went around, in like a daze, for two days–like a zombie. Fuck, it was weird. But I’m back baby, with a vengeance, smile and shut the fuck up message to you, yes, YOU! ^5’s

I’m laughing so fucking hard now its hurting my imaginary hernia for fuck sake, and I even take the time and pleasure it is to write “for fuck sake” and not so busy ranting and raging I have to just use a fucking “ffs”. I can be so sloppy it is downright disgusting. I AM BACK, BAAAAYYYYY-BEEEEEE!!! YEAH!

What are you laughing at today Mr Ragey, you ask perhaps. That’s Mr McSwearington to you. Don’t ask, don’t open your mouth, not here, not when I speak. That’s first rule of our little secret club here, the club that will never be named or mentioned. The second rule is that there is no first rule.

But I swear, if you open your mouth in my presence, be prepared to get a scolding. I will have none of it, no matter what any fucking rule book says. Is that clear? NO! Don’t answer that. Barely nod. And don’t fucking look at me like that.

Now, to put it in plain speak for you dimwits, when you see me talk, I will tell you whatever I have to say. Think of it as an invisible deal we have, an agreement, I speak, you listen. I pay to publish these words, you pay for your internet.

We all pay, no one is getting anything for free. No one is gaining shit, we’re losing time and money. One I care deeply about, the other I couldn’t care less about, except I have Champagne taste in life.

As I said, I was in a zombie state. I had lost my vibe. My anger was gone. I was dejected. My reasons to live had vanished. I didn’t know WTF to do. Then today, on my 8th cup of coffee and Nth cigarette, trying to at least spend 5-6% of my attention and time on YouTube on company hours.

You know, to skim the cream. Make sure they aren’t getting my full capacity. Not at what they pay me. And no, I’m not talking about what i pretend is a whole group of people running Astropla.net, or the pla.net franchise.

Spoiler alert, it’s only me, and I’m a fucking character, I’m not even real. Real me is a corporate slut, a low level dysfunctional floater who doesn’t really care about his job doing the corporate rounds in America. Yes, I am on the lecture circuit, for some big-ish company servicing the dark side of life.

Yes, you heard me. I’m just one of those gray suit monkeys with a bland corporate stick up their ass, as soon as someone touches my handle I’ll tap-dance the prescribed dance moves on command like some fucking Russian circus bear on dopamine blockers or a worker bee showing the next drone how to find the shizzle, you know the type, maybe you’re one yourself.

By dark side I mean of course, a business that services other businesses. You know, like a mechanical hand jerking machine, jerking off mechanical cocks, in some dystopian nightmare future where we are all fucking robots, with NO sex, ‘coz we’re fucking robots. I fucking HATE IT. I so fucking hate it.

There’s no soul in these people I speak to, they’re just bricks forced into a system. I don’t wanna be there, they don’t wanna be there. No one wants to hear what I say, no one wants to say what I say. Yet some fucking invisible force can dangle money in front of our faces.

And we fucking dance. We dance and we fucking pretend we love it when we get fucked, ‘coz that’s what everybody is supposed to do. I’m sick of it. I am clever though. I pretend like nothing. I am a good monkey.

But here.. Well, lets just say, we’re gonna have some fun. Since I know you guys have learned to shut up I won’t get rhetorical, just move into why the fuck I’m so fucking happy today.

MrBeast. While having some YouTube video in the background as I sit here in my hotel room in some non-descript mid-western town. Ghastly as hell, and don’t get me started on the average American hotel breakfast, or coffee.

But be that as it may. I like MrBeast. I am not like an active viewer or anything. But I was once dumb, and when I was, I could laugh at his shit. I have good memories. We all have our secrets, our guilty pleasures.

I watched him grow. I enjoy watching people rise. Fill their helium balloons or zeppelins or wtf we gonna call risers like that? You know, big chunks of …. rise to the top. You’d think the big one sinks, but oh no, it’s the small ….. I’m digressing..

Full of gas, seemingly untouchable from the ground. And, I wish you could see me right now. Like, I’m like Cartman in South Park laughing and wiping fucking tears level of happy. Seems the young creator didn’t build his empire on solid foundations.

I’m not gonna go into details. that’s not my thing. The moral is, I saw someone else fail, it cracked me up, I raised my arm, pointed at it, and laughed my fucking ass off in glee, pure schadenfreude, and I will gladly pay the cents it costs me to share it with you masochists.

That’s it. I am not trying to steal your time like all the other content creators. I’m trying to save us as much time as possible. Time is money, and you lot cost’s.

I wish this was priceless, but as with everything in life, it costs, just not immediately apparent to us spoiled numb nuts. Now, fuck off and leave me alone again. I’ve got enough shit going on in my own ivory tower.

Astrological lesson? Fine. Keep your mouth shut, think, discard it, think again, rinse and repeat however many times you can muster until August the 3rd. If that doesn’t work, try erase and rewind.

It’s one of them, or just a song I got stuck in my head. No, that was the roof being on fire. Anyhow, please, with all the toppings you can imagine, get the fuck outta my face! With a nice big fat smile!

Now, I am going to break the fourth wall here, or fifth, or sixth or whatever the hell layer this is. I enjoy using AI, it’s a lever, nothing else. So far, as the operator, I have the power to tweak how I leverage it. I make use of it to save time.

I discovered, that if I take the paragraphs of words from “Ragey”, in effect what you read on these pages, and feed it through a custom GPT(General Purpose Transformer or something), it churns out pictures I find funny. They make me think.

And, some of the charm is the flaws, specially in the text. To me, it just illustrates something about myself perhaps. How the mind works, we are close, but not there yet, sort of thing. I enjoy them, and as long as I like them I will share them. Try playing with AI yourself, we might as well get used to it.

I will always post the images in reverse order vis a vis the text. Only real reason is time saving. I shave off a few seconds by simply uploading them in the order of descending timestamp. Also, no edit’s.

So, the last paragraph’s image gets to be on top due to laziness. It’s minuscule, but I get to say, with gusto, I do not care that much. Handing the mic back to Ragey…

Okay, listen up you starry eyed wankers. I know some of you can barely read and spend like hours trying to spell your way through my crap articles. Some of you haven’t even learned to read and still you sit here gazing at the text like some fucking idiot chinchilla on acid.

I am nice. I cater to all needs. I make cartoon versions for you idiots. So you can just look at imagery and dream away, like the driveling fools you are. Enjoy, it’s free. I didn’t say it was good, I didn’t tell you to come here. You’re doing you.

PS. Think of me as MrAnti-Beast, I want the opposite of MrBeast. Put 2+2 together, get 4…wait for it.. let the suspense build now….Grand finale: 4= GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE, I DON’T WANT OR NEED YOUR ATTENTION.

Sheesh. And don’t waste any more of my bandwidth until the new moon. Read this once, then stop taking my money!!! You only need one wipe, if you’re desperate enough. Go shower, something. Choo! Out. Close this tab. Close it! NOW!! Ok, fine, one scroll back up is “Okay”, NO refresh! This is costing me.