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Paul —

That's not Stallone — it's John Belushi, or it might as well be, channeling that manic, unkillable energy from 1941, screaming "Nothing is over!" like the crisis itself. Fitting, because the globalist grift ain't dead; it's just shape-shifting into the next "emergency."

But let's talk real fragility: Belushi himself OD'd at 33, Stallone looks like a deflated Rambo balloon animal these days, pushing 79 and well past the average American male's 76-year shuffle to the grave.

Life's a brief, brutal fart in the cosmic wind — as Seneca put it, "It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it." Or Marcus Aurelius: "You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say and think." Most readers here are well past the half-life point, staring down the void with a keyboard and a grudge.

And yeah, the shedding's probably got you all topped up on Trump modRNA anyway — courtesy of the unvaxxed aunt at Thanksgiving. Comforting thought: if the shots do you in, at least you'll croak fully "protected," shuffling off to Satan's waiting room with your vax card clutched like a rosary. Because nowhere in the New Testament does Jesus say "Be a sadistic, narcissistic, Machiavellian psychopath" — that's the Antichrist's HR manual. Clinging to your tribe like it's eternal life insurance? That's terror-management theory in action: mortality salience makes the ego dig in harder to its worldview, no matter how rotten. But sadists don't go to heaven, dear reader; you go where the fire's eternal and the company matches your vibe.

So here's to the fragile flicker: laugh while it lasts, because as Ecclesiastes whispers, "All is vanity." Keep exposing the op, Paul — you're one of the few not wasting the time.

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