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Learning Day: Quantum Language (of law) 🌭

David Wynn Miller was once a humble tool and die welder. At some point in the 1970s, a back-alley surgeon removed his kidneys and adrenal glands. This caused his heart to restart, jacked his IQ up to 200, and made him biologically immortal. A few years later, he went through an experience that embittered him against the American legal system. So, what is an undying supergenius who can’t pee right anymore to do when he’s denied justice? You got it: invent a magical language to thwart the global tyranny of maritime law.

That magical language is called “Quantum Grammar,” and it’s based on math. As David put it, nobody ever fought a war over a mathematical equation. Ergo, find the perfect language, and you solve human conflict. Also you can use it to prosecute legal professionals, maybe? The power of Quantum Language is such that judges run out of the courtroom when David enters. It is a robust magic system that rivals anything you would see in a Brandon Sanderson novel.

Let’s start with David’s name. He styled himself with colons and a dash, pronouncing it “David-hyphen-Wynn-full colon-Miller.” This is the most basic of Quantum Grammar techniques — adding the hyphen and colons transforms David from an “adjective pronoun fiction” to a fact existing in the now-time dimension. This frees him from the Universal Postal Union’s thrall of adverb-verbs. Pretty straightforward stuff.

More broadly, the idea is that if you can understand the Correct Sentence Structure Correct Syntax — sorry, CORRECT – SENTENCE – STRUCTURES – COMMUNICATION – PARSE – SYNTAX – GRAMMAR – PERFORMANCE = (C.-S.-S.-C.-P.-S.-G.-P.), then you attain the power to penetrate legal fiction. Yours will be the drill of truth that pierces the heavens and possibly the skull of a meddling judge.

Because “sentence” is a part of language, but also a thing that happens in court? A court is a foreign vessel in dry dock, by the way. That’s because the world is secretly governed by maritime law.

David didn’t invent this part. Maritime law conspiracy is that old-timey kind of conspiracy theory, back before everything was drawn into the white grievance ur-conspiracy of Q when baby boomers got on social media in the late 2010s. It used to be that American lunatics believed in things — specific, incredible things like Bigfoot being an immortal magician who lives deep beneath the earth’s surface or the American judiciary being secret admiralty courts with no real power. David did add a specific twist to the maritime law theory though, stating that it presides because “Earth is a vessel in a sea of space,” which is a beautiful sentiment to be expressed by a character in an Asimov novel, if not a solid foundation for legal practice.

David espoused his theories on his website, in a book, and in seminars he ran for decades which sometimes went up to nine hours long. Let’s dive into one of them.

Did you know that when the government writes instructions, they don’t use adjectives? Did you know that one third of the words in all of the world’s holy books are missing? Did you know that we didn’t elect a president in 1999? That’s because the Treaty of Versailles says that no law takes effect for 90 days until after it’s signed. Did you know that international bankruptcy has been around for 6,500 years?

Shit. This is a lot to take in. We’re talking about international banking and ancient religion. Can we bring it down to earth a little? Something a little more concrete?

Ok, a pen. I know what a pen is. David says that by itself, “pen” is a pronoun. In “the pen,” “the” is an adverb. It modifies the verb “pen.” Modification is change, change is motion, motion is action, action is a verb.

Fuck. I might be too stupid for this. In fairness to me, though, I only have a Master’s degree. David says that his course is written on a “29 reading level,” whereas a PhD is only 20. After explaining Syntax to a group of English PhD students, they told him “we have PhDs in stupidity.” Going to school dumbs you down, makes you into a good little sheep. My mind has been captured by the adverb-verb Matrix. I took the blue pill of an advanced degree and I’ve been ensorcelled by maritime law ever since.

But not David. He can prove that anyone is lying — it doesn’t matter how high up in the Illuminati they are. I don’t know if you remember the plot of The Matrix Revolutions, but David does. See, Agent Smith had an infinity number of Smiths. And Neo said 3+3=6. So the Smiths were defeated because they tried to prove that 3+3 equaled every number except six. And then man and machine learned to live in peace, because, again, nobody ever went to war over a math equation.

David really seems to like the Matrix movies. And not so much the original, but the second and third. He references the scene in the second one when Neo is “in the room with a hundred TVs” and says “it’s all about choice.” Because you make a choice to be good or evil, and if you know Syntax, you have a better basis of information to make choices to be good.

Unfortunately, judges and lawyers choose to be evil. There’s a secret truth in the legal system. All judges and lawyers subscribe to this truth: that no law or fact shall be tried in court.

You want proof? I’ve got your proof right here.

That’s the ceiling of a courthouse. Note the way that the word “justice” is split apart into the letters “ju,” “s,” “ti,” and “ce.” You know what that means, right? It means “judges title speaks no law.” They love to hide the truth in plain sight! They’re laughing at us! All judges do is issue “orders,” and as everybody knows, a word beginning with a vowel and two consonants means “no contract.” Plus, judges exist on another plane in the courtroom. The fact that a judge is enclosed in a box makes him an independent jurisdiction.

So how do you fight back? Here’s one way: write a contract that says “there are no planes in this court, we are on a level playing field.” Also, you can write in your contract that you want hot coffee at your table in court and they legally have to bring it to you even if food and drink isn’t allowed in the room. That’s because all judges are bankers, and if you want to know more about how to prosecute them, please see the information on David’s business card.

What’s that postmaster thing about? Well, here’s an interesting fact. If you place a postage stamp on any document and sign across it, that makes you the postmaster! And, of course, since a court is a foreign vessel in dry dock, when the clerk stamps your document you can sign across that and now you’re the postmaster of their boat! It’s as simple as that.

David sent Janet Reno a letter accusing her of treason and she sent him a two page letter back with steel rivets through it. Two, of course, being a highly significant number. As everyone knows, a dollar sign with one bar through it signifies a Federal Reserve note. But with two bars, it stands for a gold certificate. And only one stamp has ever been published with two bars through the dollar sign, the Red Fox in November 1999.

David went out and bought up all of the stamps and started putting them on documents to sue government officials. The judges, of course, ordered the stamps cancelled and seized. Don’t try to look this up. You know it’s true. People who don’t know will be harvested. People who do know will do the harvesting. After all, the word “human” means “monster.” It means to feed upon your own kind.

At this point, you might be thinking, alright, David Wynn Miller is a lunatic. Who cares, right? America has been 70% cranks by volume since it was founded. And that’s what I thought too, at first. David’s recounting of the Matrix sequels and explanations of how to legally hijack a courtroom with postage tricks seemed like relatively harmless madness compared to our modern Alex Joneses and Libses of TikTok, the ramblings of an immortal superman to an empty room with a camera set up on a tripod. But then something happened. The camera panned.

He has an audience. There are people in the room listening to all of this and taking notes, and they paid to be there! David Wynn Miller had followers. He influenced people to the point that “Millerese” is now a known phenomenon in court filings.

So why do people get into this stuff? Maybe it’s because they’re worried about David’s nightmare scenario– aliens show up on earth and we try to lie to them because we haven’t learned Syntax, so they throw an asteroid at us. Maybe they want to usher in the glorious future he lays out in which you turn on the TV and all 200 channels are talking about how we have one language now and there’s no more wars, where Syntax-speaking Mentats from Dune replace computers and we develop a New World Order but nice because everyone has their freedoms still.

No, it’s not that. It’s about getting out of paying taxes.

Sorry, that’s not entirely fair. It’s also about winning custody cases for deadbeat dads and not having to pay child support. The incident that radicalized David against the courts was, in fact, his divorce, an occasion which he describes as being “raped” by a judge. He believed that if only he could crack the math equation of language, he could get his kids back. And when he discovered the magical formula of Syntax, he also realized that it could be used to eliminate all income taxes.

How? Well, it’s simple, really. Putting the appropriate wizard signs in your name, e.g. “:David-Wynn: Miller” creates a ward which makes you invisible to the government. While they’re trying to tax the corporation that was created when your birth certificate was signed, you’re flying under the radar thanks to Syntax. People have actually tried this. Several of them have gone to jail!

David Wynn Miller ruined people’s lives with his insanity. And I can kind of see how it happened, too. Even when he’s spouting completely incomprehensible garbage, he retains an even tone and a professional demeanor. A guy like that telling you that he’s got a trick that will help you even the odds with the government? That’s a pretty appealing thing to a desperate Fox News viewer.

In a video where he’s at least a decade older, David goes on a tangent from Syntax to explain that there’s a cure for all illnesses — the “zapper,” which controls DNA’s crystalline structure with radio frequencies. For instance, arthritis is caused by flatworm, and you can simply kill it if you have the right radio built for you.

Later, David’s explaining that you shouldn’t invest your money or keep it in banks. An audience member asks if cash is really the smartest way to save given that inflation inevitably reduces its value. He calmly pivots to talking about solar flares and the likelihood of one wiping out all of human civilization. By this time, then, he was helping people to wreck their lives not only legally, but also medically and financially.

But David must not have been able to find the right frequency for himself, because he had a heart attack in 2017 and died the next year. And his followers didn’t lose any time mourning — one of them immediately published a video where he “court martialled” him, stripped his authority as a judge, and took the mantle of postmaster-general of the world for himself. An ignoble end for the pre-eminent judicial wizard of our times.

Sorry, I mean FOR THE FORMS OF OUR PUNCTUATIONS ARE WITH THE CLAIM OF THE USE: FULL – COLON = POSITION – LODIO – FACTS, HYPHEN = COMPOUND – FACTS = KNOWN, PERIOD = END – THOUGHT, COMMA – PAUSE, AND LOCATION – TILDES WITH THE MEANINGS AND USES OF THE COMMUNICATIONS WITH THE FULL – COLON OF THE POSITION – LODIAL – FACT – PHRASE WITH THE FACT / KNOWN -TERM OF THE POSITIONAL – LODIO – FACT – PHRASE AND WITH THE VOID OF DAVID WYNN MILLER = DEAD – MANIAC

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Hunk Week: Fabio Fitness🌭

I’m thrilled to kick off Hunk Week with a tribute to the king of hunks, Fabio. You might think I’ve covered all things Fabio by this point, his brief musical career, his VHS of horny SNL sketches, even his TV show about bikini-clad terrorism fighters. Could there truly be another Fabio property worth dissecting on 1900HOTDOG? Famously yes, it’s his 1993 fitness video Fabio Fitness, by Fabio. Fabio’s number one creative contribution to this property was making sure his name appeared thirteen times on the box.

The VHS opens with a standard disclaimer stating you should talk to a doctor before beginning any exercise routine, which only makes me think about how funny Death By Fabio would be. It’s the Hunkiest way to die, for sure. We need that disclaimer because this intro with so many Fabio nipple shots is enough to take out even a medium-healthy midwestern Grandma.

Mediterraneum, a correctly spelled fragrance brand that Fabio also did some catalog modeling for sponsors the video. I like to think it’s because they put a little Fabio sweat in every bottle and got to collect so much from this video shoot. According to the tagline, Mediterraneum was Created for the Pleasure of Women, and according to autocorrect, it’s meant to be spelled “meat cum.”

Fabio Fitness By Fabio is playing really fast and loose with the By Fabio on the cover. This fitness routine is clearly by Brenda, the woman credited in tiny print who is explaining the workout to Fabio the entire time as if he’s never heard it before. Fabio clearly hated the idea of spending more than sixty-five minutes making his sixty-minute workout video. He’s playing the role of the newcomer to the world of working out who needs everything explained to him. After watching this video, I’m not sure if Fabio actually works out, but I am sure he owns a home gym decorated with several giant pictures of wet Fabio.

Wet Fabio is a completely different person from dry Fabio. He’s like a Gremlin. It’s hard to look away from Wet Fabio in the background of the warm-up section. He’s so menacing. I feel like if I don’t finish warming up by the time Fabio finishes crawling toward me, I will surely regret it.

Fabio’s friend Brenda, a new member of the extended Fabioverse, tries to explain the point of this fitness video to everyone as they get ready to warm up. She says that it’s “basic weight training. Nothing complicated. No choreography that’s going to confuse you.” I believe that Fabio finds Choreography confusing, but I’m also pretty sure the point of this fitness video is to jerk off. I dare you to not agree starting… NOW.

I remember covering Linnea Quigley’s horror movie workout in the past and being shocked when her boobs made an occasional guest appearance popping right out of her shirt. Fabio’s boobs are on full display here. The camera lingers on shirtless Fabio exercising on a misty city rooftop. We cut to this shot and these Fabio boobs any time Brenda has said too many boring words about exercise.

At one point, Fabio says, “So many women come up to me and say, ‘Fabio, what do you do for triceps?'” Which I find hard to believe. There’s a specific body part of Fabio’s that gets a lot of inquiries from fans, and I don’t think it’s triceps. Plus, women aren’t generally interested in getting jacked like Fabio. They’re not looking at Fabio on romance book covers and dreaming of getting the same luscious lats as our glistening king. They are thinking, “Finally a hunk I can talk to about bra shopping.” Oh no, I said too many words that weren’t about smoldering, shirtless free weig–

During the warm up, a few things become clear. One, Fabio is such a bad actor he can’t even competently play the role of Fabio. You know how, as a normal person, sometimes you space out, and your face goes totally blank. This is not something you’re supposed to do when you’re filming an exercise video. You’re supposed to be active and engaged the entire time, not off having your little Fabio thoughts.

Two, the only way to keep Fabio engaged in filming his own workout video is to pepper him with little compliments. Luckily, Branda realizes this right away, and whenever Fabio starts to drift, she’ll randomly yell, “You’ve got great-looking abs, by the way!” and our boy is back. I don’t blame Fabio for having attention difficulties. He’s so Hunky, It’s honestly a miracle he can speak at all. He normally licks everything he has to say against the back of someone’s teeth.

Sometimes Brenda tries to engage in banter that is not a direct complement to Fabio. Fabio hates this. He’s there to flip his hair and flex his muscles, trying to get him to improv confuses and angers the sexy Frankenstein. Either compliment him or leave poor Fabio alone, Brenda! He’s unfamiliar with any conversation that isn’t simply receiving compliments. Look at him!

The trouble is, Brenda is also not very good at giving compliments. I don’t know why she was chosen for this video. She and Fabio have zero chemistry, and she can’t do the one thing he needs to keep his brain activated. “You look like you work out,” Branda randomly screeches at one point. That’s just stating a fact about Fabio. It doesn’t seem like he knows how to work out, but it certainly looks like he does. He looks like he could pop my head like a melon with any part of your body; it’s just factual. The compliment displeases Fabio, and we must cut away to a montage of torso close-ups for several seconds to let him recover.

This is a low-budget workout video that knows it doesn’t have the right to be low-budget. They should have multiple sets, but instead, they have one Fabio home gym, so they try to shuffle around the one set to make it seem like there’s more going on in the background than there actually is. For instance, did you think Fabio’s home gym only had one enormous picture of Fabio on the wall? That would be crazy. There are at least two.

I think surrounding the large photo of Fabio on a motorcycle with a bunch of torn posters is supposed to give it a gritty urban look, but all I can see is Frankenstien’s Hunkiest monster tearing up all the photos that aren’t of him. Did Fabio attack these posters? I can’t prove anything, but I know the answer.

Branda and Fabio have come up with another reason for this workout tape to exist as they move into the meat of the workout, which is very standard weight-lifting moves, by the way. It’s so your body will look good in a fabulous dress. Every move is great for your shoulders, so you can wear a fabulous strapless dress, great for your back so that you can wear a fabulous backless dress. None of the moves are good for becoming big and strong enough to defeat Fabio in a hunk battle, which is what I’m far more interested in. He’s pretty menacing, but I think I can take him with the proper training. And if I’m wrong what’s the worst that could happen? My body is pulled under the crushing waves of a beautiful beef ocean?

The third and final workout set is the rooftop where we see Fabio doing his little spank bank breaks in the middle of the workout routines. There are notably zero pictures of Fabio behind Fabio for the first time in the workout video. That’s fine because we have plenty of Fabio to look at as the rooftop wind whips his luxurious, lustrous hair around.

Fabio seems to gain an understanding throughout the video that he should contribute in some way, but without really understanding how to do that, so he decides to start yelling random numbers of more reps. Brenda hates this. She’s designed a specific number of reps for maximum beefiness, and a large Italian man is fucking with that for no reason. Fabio will randomly yell, “Six more!”

Brenda laughs maniacally and says, “Six more, how about two more,” a manageable amount of exercise for regular humans who aren’t meat marionettes. Fabio is displeased by Branda’s correction. “You have large calves!” Brenda adds, barely saving herself from the wrath of Fabio.

I hope Fabio has gotten you warmed up for Hunk Week. He’s the number one Hunk with an entire paragraph on his Wikipedia page titled “Goose Incident.” He smells like Mediterraneum, and if his name doesn’t appear at least nine more times in this article, he will attack. Fabio, Fabio, Fabio, Fabio, Fabio. I can’t do it anymore. I’m too tired. There’s no cardio in this workout; we can escape him. RUN!

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Learning Day: You Are All Sanpaku 🌭

Yes there i found myself again not too long ago, movin smoothly through the overcrowded isles of the friends-of-the-library book sale, like a cool bobcat maybe. My disdane for those filthy resellers almost balanced out by my hearts fondness for the elderly romance hoarders. Almost. Just huntin and prowlin around my musty and fluoresent-lit territory, scannin and watchful for the finest local and organic cursed tomes: the hot dog must ever be fed. You folks might think I just go straight to the sex and sexuality section but I dont, I look at it all. And every now and then…

…it looks back at me.

You might be reading that title and saying to yourself the same thing I did which is “I am!?” and “Wait, what is that?” respectavely. Well, I’ll answer you reverse respectavely, for your etification. What sanpaku is is

And like it emplies there, if you have it (and, fyi according to the book: America is A Land of Sanpaku), it’s bad:

Sounds pretty serious! Ah, but you want proof you say? Or examples? Oh ye but little faith, here’s some:

Which, saying Adolf Hitler’s “career” was “cut short” by “untimely death” is technically true I guess but perhaps youre with me in thinking its still weird to phrase it that way. And maybe your already googling so stop it, let me help you out, I dont want you gettin off-site distracted by just looking at more and more pictures of marilyn monroe cause that’s what happened to me. Here’s these ones:

Hm all those look like actually only one or two -paku eyes hold on.

Okay there we go: yes decidedly sanpaku indeed and guess what? she DID have a unhappy end (you maybe recollect elton john wrote a song about it for her but then he needed it back for a different lady) So hows that for proof!

Okay i see some of you are doubting Thomas and using your critical media consumption skills and mumblin about cherry pickin or showin me pictures of airplanes with red dots on them so you should know that the guy who wrote this book, George Ohsawa (his real name was Sakurazawa Nyoiti, depending on the day when you asked him he said chose Ohsawa either because it means Cherry Tree Pool or because he liked France and Ohsawa sounded like Oh ce va to him) anyway one time Tom Wolfe wrote a article about him called “Sanpaku on Second Avenue” and Tom said George told him BEFORE he got shot that Jack was totally sanpaku

Ugh, yeah, he definitely had a BUNCH of his white in the wrong places (not a sex with marilyn monroe joke). Anyway George took one look at all that unsightly sclera and said: that President of the United States is probably gonna have “great danger and difficulty”, and JFK definitely did, kinda famously right to his head. Twice! So: checkmate, positivitists! It took a while, but eventually a real nice librarian here did find that article on microfiche and sent me a scan and its pretty good Tom Wolfe readin, dry and droll and status-obsessed and all that. Here’s the prophecy part:

Oh Why didn’t we listen!? To what he told his followers privately and also a leader of the traditionalists!?

And actually there was another celebrity not listed there who got interested in George’s teachings:

Holy Shit I just remembered he died too! This is getting scary folks, at this point maybe some of you are checkin your own eyes or those of your loved ones…

Oh thank god.

But you should know that eye whites are only a SYMPTOM of a bigger health imbalance and so you should also be checking other things

Seems reasonable. Heres a couple lil pnemonics to help us remember that one:

Stool pumpkin-bright and -bobbin?

A de-light to inhale?

Full speed ahead, wise sailor,

No need to turn your health ship’s sails.

whereas:

Feces brown and sunken be?

Stinky to smell? Even to thee?

Sanpaku bound, I fear Thou Art.

My Savior God to Thee, How Great Thou Art.

And also:

My heart sunk at that one. I mean, I love a no-wiper as much as anybody else, but poopins already shameful enough I dont need a rough one to be yet another failed masculinity check (I still haven’t even ever finished The Prince). And also if your feelin left out, don’t worry, George has also got a lil something for the ladies:

I had to look up leucorrhea it means vaginal discharge which is usually healthy and normal but Ohsawa was all: “EWWWWW her thing was wet! You know what I bet it is I bet its…”

Its terrible what senpaku does to women you guys

George really really did not like the idea of women having any hair on their bodies. In fact its so terrible that, as an adult man who lived in Japan when they dropped a bomb on Hiroshima, he knew there was only one way to describe the implications of women lazily slippin into Sanpaku:

So now i hear you clamorin and wailin sissyneck please help us, is there nothin we can do to get our eyelids back up to the colorful part where it belongs and make our shit don’t stink and get our vaginas good and dry again and I say to you Be Still. It’s actually so easy to fix, it’s just eat different ya knuckleheads! Haven’t you ever heard of macrobiotics!? I had heard the word but didn’t really know what it was but it came from George and its basically just eat brown rice and nothing else especially sugar and don’t really drink anything except tea either. Cigarettes are still ok though. George promises you’ll get results quick:

The american guy that translated the book went full macrobionical and wrote his own part for this book about his experience. Its pretty long and personal and its one of those honestly pretty charming detours where you kinda forget and maybe even stop caring about the main story so much. Like in Dracula when it’s just Mina and Lucy writing letters to each other about how many proposals did they get that day or the monkey part in being john malkovich. Anyway, the american guy’s name was William Dufty and he did macrobiotics so hard he lost a lot of weight and never felt better and got his shit together for the first time except he did have to go to jail for a bit while he was doing macrobiotics but even the prisoners admired his new svelte frame

AND he discovered macrobiotics had the extra benefit side-effect of: giving you a new way to be obnoxious at restaurants.

This is important, think of how hard it is once your rich and can eat in expensive restaurants: you know your superior than the poors out there at there Shoneys and dairy bars, but now how do you have any way of being better than the people inside the restaurant with you? Macrobiotics, bud.

Hell yes I dont think its necessarily the first time in history bein a pain in the ass to your waiter was a way of signalin that you are special and wise, but it is a pretty good example of the genre. William was really good at it but you can see from that bit above that he got to go to Paris and meet the master who was at a whole other level:

Beautiful. I’m going to maybe try my hand at re-arranging the items on the taquito rollers at the Maverik Bonfire Grill to be pleasing to my own eye, perhaps in a little cabin structure. If they dont like it maybe dont have the tongs right there.

But anyway back to the science, some of you might be wonderin: so wait how would have this saved JFK, is it like brown rice and no eyewhite would have like karma protected him or something? Shame on you that is very vague and unscientific. No no it’s much more concrete than that, William ran the numbers for us:

So you see this is very grounded and STEM-based, a balanced-diet JFK would have had a big enough stamina bar that he would have been able to dodge roll to safety after taking damage from that first bullet.

And if that isnt enough empyrrhical basis for you, well look at all this scientifics:

You can see there at the bottom that George cited that he got this macrobiotics thing from a french BIO-CHEMIST (the highest possible scientist) named Kervran who said wait how do chickens make calcium for eggshells they don’t eat any calcium OATS DOESNT HAVE CALCIUM DUMMY and his logical conclusion was that a chicken is a witch.

Well technically, that a chicken is a alchemist. So thats nice to feel reassured that this sanpaku life advise isnt just weird dudes coming up with something out of nothing and sayin everybody do this an- Wait, rewind a little bit, what did the last part of that egg thing say?

Huh hold up here a second

Ok so actually it looks like all that Kervran stuff was totally discredited uh-oh. Well maybe macrobiotics is still fine and valid…

Ok well may be harmful thats not conclusieve, I dont know if we need “high-quality evidence” for every health intervention, probly no-one ever got hurt from just eatin only brown rice and no sugar or water an-

Folks. It’s sorta startin to look like maybe none of this Sanpaku stuff is real or replicationed or verifiable or anything other than: a couple a guys just really liked how it feels when you think you have access to special wisdom. Which it definitely does, it feels wonderful. I don’t know how about you but for me it feels sooooo much better than feeling confused and dumb and scared and helpless most of the time. But that don’t mean I can just leave you folks out here with all this misinformation pollution in the air here. I got to get some corrective fact-checking out here. Maybe listen to this good musical version of that Tom Wolfe article while I figure this out.

Ok Im back I did honestly a lot of lookin around and people, my research has put me in a spot I never thought I’d be in. Where I got to say something I can’t believe I gotta say it but to say: if someone asked me for maybe the best laid-out and most complete and accurate kinda primer or explainer about the truth of Sanpaku, well here’s the wikihow link.

In the name of jesus christ Amen

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