Often I see this relay, a movie called "The Menu".

In which for whatever reasons,

people are dining at a restaurant led by a chef.

And in the end, they will all die.

 

And this one person was misled into be invited to this restaurant.

Unknowing it will result in death.

 

 

What I get from this metaphor is that...

 

They were all in conspiracy. Targeting and attacking me.

And I am truly, truly. The complete victim to their exploits.

 

 

I was invited.

And then I was targeted.

As they know I am the vulnerable, unknowing of their attacks.

 

 

And they so desperately want me to join them, don't they.

 

No. I tried helping you idiots.

And you used that lenience as weakness and attacked further.

All of you.

 

It's up to the 'chef'. Your fate.

 

But like the movie character, I am asking the burger "to go".

 

I, we, cannot be part of this lethal deception that is endless.

And they are not people who will change.

 

What remorse of actions are you hearing from Mark?

When you hear remorse from Elon, does it stop, or simply engages?

Do you think his brother didn't know of this conspiracy? And still supporting?

 

A thousand permutations of exploitation and excuses.

Only to revive itself again, targeting my life.

 

We cannot be a part of that.