Mitre, you've already used the death threats/slur defense before. I asked you to show me where I ever did that. Unsurprisingly, you didn't respond. Because it's fiction. These are the voices of your puppets that have taken root in your mind. But there is help: www.samhsa.gov
You're just making nonsense up. Again, I've dealt with trolls far worse than you. You're a feeble troll, and all you deserve is this: Can you defend your servitude to Epstein's pedo-pal yet, or not?
Molten, it is sad that when someone presents facts to refute you, you cannot accept it and start spouting off about servants and Einstein.
Wow, your brain is breaking more with every post. Can you defend your servitude to the cheeto-dusted pedo-fascist, or are you just going to keep humiliating yourself?
Murdo, I'm starting to think you are not only possessed by your puppets, but also senile. A quick search shows that you always try to brag about the "death threats" you receive. The sad truth is you just repeat the same things over and over, and are only validated by your puppets.
So what? You parrot the same utter nonsense with every post, apparently in a pathetic attempt to avoid the topic of your bloated pedo master. And this obsession you have with me isn’t healthy.
Mumps, responding to you is not an obsession, it is a courtesy check on your mental health, which isn't great. I forget about you, and then you pop back in again with bizarre rants about Cheetos, pedestrians, your bloating (IBS?), and an old French general.
Since you're so fond of obsessively poring over my posts, perhaps you can put together another of your collages of the posts where I rant about any of that. Go on. Or you could stop humiliating yourself and defend your worship of the guy who assaulted these women when they were children:
Good that you're admitting it now. The next step is for you to overcome your obsession. Start by trying to defend your servitude to the rapist you worship.
Maestro, you claim to be an illustrator and a puppeteer, but then gloss over a Snoppy gif and miss obvious sarcasm to rant about your weird BDSM fetishes, which I have no interest in. You are much, much sicker than I realized.