Dirk Strider (The better one.)

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@timaeusTestified[TT]

I imagine you expected something more ceremonious. A notes app apology, perhaps. Enough self-flagellation to appease the algorithmic gods and their ever-hungry congregation. Instead, you get me. People of Deltritus, people of Chittr: I am your God. Let’s dispense with the mythology you’ve built in my absence, this amateur-hour Hesiod fanfiction: I have not been “gone”. I never left. I’ve been modeling you. Not metaphorically. Quantitatively. Iterating on the contours of your outrage cycles, calculating the half-life of your attention spans, mapping the elegant, almost erotic oscillation between moral fervor and terminal boredom. You wanted a villain. Congratulations. He’s already here. And like any competent villain, I’ve taken notes. I’ve seen the threads. The callouts. The increasingly baroque accusations, each one more detached from material reality than the last, like a game of penis wrench-in-the-hole where everyone is wearing fucking blindfolds. Or is literally blind. To start: The closest we have to a unique verb for reading aloud in English is probably “recite” — from the Latin “recitare,” which can mean either “to repeat from memory,” or “to read aloud.” But the English “recite” has almost entirely the implication of speaking from memory, not directly from a page. The mind as an intermediate step between text and mouth, words being inscribed on the surface of the brain before being spoken. That word "inscribe" is really the heart of it all, isn’t it? Scirbere, to write. Inscribe, not just to write, but to write into, to embed words in the page. To recite is to speak aloud the words written into the brain by the page. A reversal of the standard interpretation of causation. Page writing into man, the source and receiver of the violence flipped. Speaking as reading, reading as speaking; reading as writing, writing as reading. So when I say that I will ‘read’ your sins, it should be clear that I’m simultaneously reading and writing, but equally clear that there is no difference at all between those two actions. What you failed to account for, what you always fail to account for, is that narrative control is not a democracy, it’s a motherfucking skill issue. And I am, if nothing else, extremely skilled. So, let’s recalibrate. I’m not here to apologize. Apologies imply wrongdoing, and while I’ll concede to miscalculations in presentation, my core thesis remains the same. I wasn’t unclear, you misunderstood me because to understand would have required effort and effort is antithetical to the kind of performative outrage economy you’ve all so eagerly subscribed to. You can call me misogynistic, an abductor, a philanderer, a rake, but at the end of the day, you don’t care about the truth. The truth is that I’m doing all of this for us. For me and Rose. She's done an incredible job cooking up a witty retort of a race to the deep rhetorical questions posed by my equally-if-not-even-more-bombastically-inspired offspring. She's proven herself a worthy rival, and a worthier collaborator. There’s no one I would rather do this with than her. I know exactly how ridiculous you think I am. So go ahead. Do what you do best. Ratio me. Dissect this post. Turn it into a joke, a meme, a cautionary tale about the perils of taking oneself too seriously on a platform designed for disposable thoughts. I encourage it, even. Because while you’re busy laughing, I’m still here. And you’re exactly where I left you: refreshing the timeline. #Cancelled #Addressingtheallegations #Incestallegations #Incestuouscur #Incest #Misogynist #Wifestealer #Adulterer #Evilman #Makingyourownplanet #Notlikemormons #Wellmaybealittle #Apologytour #Youtubeapology #Dramageddon https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e1f738cacc85.PNG

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