"Fake news" are in the news a lot recently, mostly because the jews can't come to terms with having been utterly routed and thoroughly humiliated by the Republic, and consquently can't fucking yield.

"Fake news" isn't, however, the only spot where the make-up is cracking on the whorish facade of the female state. Consider, for instance, finance :

Other USG swamp relics, this time at the Securities and Exchange commission, disapproved a paper Bitcoin instrument which would have allowed certain kinds of restricted US dollars to simulate buying into Bitcoin. The agency's rationale for rejection was that the United States had failed to undermine and capture the Bitcoin market as they had gold. After a few moments of bullish volatility for the US dollar, the altcurrency fell back into its recent stable groove of 1/1200th to 1/1300th of a Bitcoin.

To be clear : fakerism and fakeitude aren't today merely the problems of the marginal, of the inept, of the Los Angeles "writer" or the Romanian "Public Relations expert", the female occupations par excellence. On the contrary : they are global, which is to say cosubstantial issues of the female state, and readily perceptible everywhere. Let's take one look at that beloved "consumer market", supposedly the pride and joy of "modern" nonsense, the thing that was going to forever power happiness and prosperity for all.

The fake news :

Spy that spot where it says "abierto ahora" ? Alolza. Here :

Spy there where it says "best in 2016 trophy blabla" ? Wouldn't you expect that if you were to receive such an accolade, it would come with an implicit premise that you wouldn't have been long gone by Q1 2017 ?! How is this even supposed to work, I wouldn't have expected to even receive the distinction before about March 2017. When exactly do you figure who is the best restaurant of 2016, in 2005 ?

This isn't by any means a singular case. According to the Google-powered fake reality, there's a shitton of sushi-serving restaurants in Buenos Aires. According to actual reality, however,

Which takes the matter home, I would expect. The fake reality in which the Redditard moves about, stuffed by the various tendrils of the female state with fake sushi restaurants and fake Bitcoin something-or-the-others plus fake science, fake weather events, fake political gatherings, whatever other перерасход план you can think of has absolutely nothing to do with the actual reality. You know, that harsh actual reality in which Obama bent over and took it up the ass from Putin every time they met, that harsh actual reality in which the average Redditard is barely worth his weight in pork bellies and the time is coming he will be harvested, etcetera.

In fact, I would propose that if you were to check any ten items randomly selected from the various fake truths the blinkenbox feeds to you on a regular basis, at least four if not six or more would, upon the slightest of examination, come unraveled. And we're not talking here of heavy, important shit like the ridiculous theory that you'll get health care if you need health care, or that the "Social Security" thing is anything but a black hole for your paycheck. Or that the police serves and protects or that you'll get a fair hearing in a court of law or that whatever the hell else. No, simple things, like "there is a restaurant three blocks down", or "that pothole in front of your building will be fixed in two weeks" or whatever.

What can you do ?

Haymasfuturo, I suppose. Amirite ?

Suppose you come to your senses, and bitchslap the first middle aged woman you come across. And if she as much as dares to not thank you humbly for it, you curbstomp it. Then and there, teeth on the curb, kick to the back of the head. As the saying goes, Molly Macauley was a good fucking start.

Unless it's too much trouble, of course. If it is too much work though, no problem -- haymasfuturo awaits.

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