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.
…he said, with no sense of irony and every degree of obsession. Can you defend your servitude to Donald the Pedo yet? Because it just gets funnier every time you fail to do so.