So, Arielle Scarcella spoke to a relative newcomer to the YouTube circuit, Ty King, a former ANTIFA member who, in the above video, described a dangerous-to-everyone-including-but-most-especially-itself agency so reprehensibly counterintuitive that it is a mortal sin to bend any kind of anything to such bottom-feeding halfwits.

We’re talking Dragon Lord and Chris-Chan in a three-way with Jim Theis’ corpse–that kind of dysfunctional.  These black-clad guys thought Marduk were Nazis just as that band was touring Israel.  Everyone is somehow scared to death of them, but I’m only afraid that my proclivity towards black in my attire will be conflated with their bewildering fashion sense.

Anyway, I’ve promised myself not to discuss politics and I am not, for the record–their fashion sense really is that awful and I keep kicking myself for having a wardrobe devoted entirely to a color that I am now contractually obligated to despise on principle–but, I bring this up because I want to talk about typos.

Typos?

We’re going back to proofreading again?

Yes, yes we are.  Arielle, love ya baby but you got to double check the fine print a little more.  No, you’re dead-on about the topic.  Yes, the Onlyfans account isn’t all that necessary.  Maybe, we can hang out in case I do fly out to Florida once I can finally walk in a straight line.

But babe, really, you got to check the fine print!

So, I’m here thinking, okay, he’s getting away from ANTIFA?  Brilliant!  I bet he’s no longer going after Black Metal anymore.  Great!  He could probably chat with Mike the Cop and let bygones be bygones with the police he was, before this point, terrified of due to that agency’s legendarily pathological mythologizing about legitimate strains of authority.

Man, there are so many places that Ty can go, so many people he can reach and so many more can definitely use his message, now! I mean, he just needs a YouTube Channel!

This guy can make a Channel and get these drug-addled doofuses a second wind to deprogram and channel their frustrations on a career or new life or at least some randy Anime that actually looks confirmedly legal for once in the medium’s storied existence.

And he would need a signal boost to ensure corporate interests don’t just shadow-ban/profile Ty.  He’d need Likes, Subscribers, Comments that aren’t about his hipster glasses (seriously, get a pair worth wearing), and I just went on and on in my head over it!

I insist that this guy get a YouTube Channel, a base of ops and I have to comment about it and hope someone replies with a link and… oh?

“Wait, this guy has a YouTube channel? Someone post a link?” I thought (and wrote).

Then, I checked Arielle’s description.  There we go, it’s right there.  Okay!

I was like, “EDIT: Oh, fucking never mind. I’m near-sighted sorry.”  (Guess we got that in common at least.)

So, I clicked the link.

About a minute later, I edit the comment yet again:

“EDIT II: WHAT IS THIS NEW SPAWN OF MADNESS!”

Yeah, it’s one of those days.  You see a hottie’s channel, you’re pretty sure it’s a great topic, the guy could use a signal boost, and then reality sets in: the link takes me somewhere else.

When I clicked Arielle’s link, it led to @BuildBabyBuild, which went to the channel of a guy named Bruce Raney.  “Who!” you wonder.  I did too.  So, I checked the description:

“This channel discusses all things commercial real estate development. Buying, selling, construction, and deal making. We also mix in personal growth and Developent [sic] when appropriate.”

At Facebook, he’s called the Caveman Coach.

Oh, my God.

Here’s a link if you’re really that interested.

Anyway, I’m not trying to be unremittingly harsh on Bruce and certainly not on Arielle either.  After all, she’d kick me in the crotch before I even got the chance to try, like a White Mage/Black Mage dynamic.  You see, it’s super-tricky when inputting the name because the @BuildBabyBuild. that is Ty’s YouTube Channel is close to the vanity license plate that Bruce uses.  There, that’s it.

It’s as goofy as me thinking I’d get lucky and date Arielle in real life.  Even less if it’s “date and then get lucky”, but “sip-swish-spit  dating” never appealed to me.  No, really: no matter how horn-dog I get, playing the game traditionally is a personal requirement.

If Arielle joined (and then left) wingnuts because of pig-headed men, I understand why.  I almost joined one clan of wingnuts full-time before discovering the centrists were less inhibited and yet more moral–if that makes any sense.

I feel like spending a lifetime with one of those babes is somewhere near feasible, since the others on the tips are preoccupied with what (or who) other wingnuts are doing without making me want to linger.  Thus, whenever chicks flee wings, I take notice.

But Arielle and I are leagues apart, though not spiritually.  I had to bow out of places that claimed to be accepting.  She did, too.  A like phantom pain.  But never managing to entertain a fully intimate relationship with a woman like her is something I must accept.

Absolutely, under no condition, will I ever manage to go out with a New Yorker.

Those babes are in a whole other league.

And speaking of which, we at last move onto @BuildBabyBuild. (WITH A PERIOD!  IT HAS A PERIOD, ARIELLE!)  and the link to the channel’s home page so you can Subscribe to Ty.

Yes.  That’s right.  This guy is going to hit the big leagues sooner rather than later.  Okay, boys and girls?  Now, Subscribe to his Channel!

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Whew!

Okay, Arielle?  Just ask, and I’ll proofread your material anytime!

And yes, I said I’d shut up about politics.  But this isn’t about politics.  People’s lives are on the line.  Ty, you’ve got a good thing going.  Live or die, make the most of it, and good hunting!

 

 

 

 

 

 

(But seriously, those kind of glasses always look stupid–you should just invest in contacts!)