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Ah, lo and behold, the saga of our dear Felipe doth repeat itself, as if the heavens themselves were stuck in a tiresome loop, mirroring the past six annals of his endless streaming.
Behold, as he embarketh upon h…
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Ah, lo and behold, the saga of our dear Felipe doth repeat itself, as if the heavens themselves were stuck in a tiresome loop, mirroring the past six annals of his endless streaming.
Behold, as he embarketh upon his daily ritual: first, he doth declare the jew most vile, then proceeds to trumpet his own unparalleled excellence, and, as the finale, his palms extend in anticipation of silver and gold from his gathered assembly.
Lo, let the trumpets sound, for there is tidings to stir the blood of the HandsomeYouth: a new visage of sunglasses, dubbed the Felipe Shades, art soon to grace the shelves of yon merchandise store. A revelation most wondrous, indeed!
Yet, for all its facade of grandeur, this merry dance of vanity and solicitation masquerades as a noble crusade against the jew. Verily, through a deluge of donations and a mountain of merchandise, through activism scarce as hen's teeth and laws designed to quash the spirit of dissent, Felipe weaves his elaborate psyop of enrichment, dreaming of the day he shall vanish, pockets heavy with the fruits of his deception.
That souls still flock to his banner, pouring their coin and faith into the coffers of such a charlatan, doth drain the well of my hope for humanity to its dregs, leaving a particular sorrow for the peoples of Europe.
What fate awaits us, when a fool and a knave are heralded as beacons of wisdom?
The grift is as clear as the day, so blatant that it seems to mock itself in its brazen audacity.
And yet, the cycle persists, unchanging as the stone. "The jew is vile," cries he, followed by a chorus of empty platitudes. Ah, truly, there is nought new beneath this weary sun.
