A Second Open Letter to My FBI Agent
Dear Reader,
I haven't spoken to my FBI agent Jim in a while, so I figured a letter to him was long overdue. See, there was an incident the other night on the social media network Gab, and while I don't know for sure, I think Jim was involved. Anyway, here is my second letter to my FBI agent, Jim. Enjoy everyone!
Jim,
It’s been a while! How have you been? As for myself, I’m well-but you already know that. After all the point of our relationship is that you know everything about me. I saw you on Gab the other day criticizing my pepe memes and proposing a hostile takeover. I could smell your frustration through the screen when the other Gabbers and I declined your invitation with such colorful epitaphs as “retard,” “fed,” and “fedtard.”
But honestly, Jim, what were you expecting? You should know by now that we learned from January 6th not to conduct large protests or at least not tell feds such as yourself about them when we do. Still, seeing as you had a rough time the other night, I thought I’d write this letter and give you a friendly look into my world. No, I’m not talking about my address, bank account, or true identity-you already know those things. I’m talking about a look into my mind, and the minds of the others you were conversing with.
We do these things to cope with the world we’ve been thrust into Jim. In short, if we didn’t laugh about it, we would cry. It’s called Dark Humor, in which you force yourself to chuckle at the catastrophic and hurl “ha has” at hell.
Dark Humor allows people like me to deal with the fact that the government we thought was for us is now against us. It lets us get through being hated and sometimes even hunted. Dark humor is how we square with the reality that from what we can tell, there is no political solution…and where we go from here Jim, well I won’t say.
So, I am sorry but also not sorry about the frog memes, retard references and absolute pandemonium you encountered online the other night. For the country is a dumpster fire, Jim, and rather than cry over the carnage, we have chosen to roast marshmallows in its flames.
Speaking of which, a smores is calling me! And you are welcome to join if you should decide. As I’ve said before, I am here for you!
Sincerely,
P.R. Infidel
I haven't spoken to my FBI agent Jim in a while, so I figured a letter to him was long overdue. See, there was an incident the other night on the social media network Gab, and while I don't know for sure, I think Jim was involved. Anyway, here is my second letter to my FBI agent, Jim. Enjoy everyone!
Jim,
It’s been a while! How have you been? As for myself, I’m well-but you already know that. After all the point of our relationship is that you know everything about me. I saw you on Gab the other day criticizing my pepe memes and proposing a hostile takeover. I could smell your frustration through the screen when the other Gabbers and I declined your invitation with such colorful epitaphs as “retard,” “fed,” and “fedtard.”
But honestly, Jim, what were you expecting? You should know by now that we learned from January 6th not to conduct large protests or at least not tell feds such as yourself about them when we do. Still, seeing as you had a rough time the other night, I thought I’d write this letter and give you a friendly look into my world. No, I’m not talking about my address, bank account, or true identity-you already know those things. I’m talking about a look into my mind, and the minds of the others you were conversing with.
We do these things to cope with the world we’ve been thrust into Jim. In short, if we didn’t laugh about it, we would cry. It’s called Dark Humor, in which you force yourself to chuckle at the catastrophic and hurl “ha has” at hell.
Dark Humor allows people like me to deal with the fact that the government we thought was for us is now against us. It lets us get through being hated and sometimes even hunted. Dark humor is how we square with the reality that from what we can tell, there is no political solution…and where we go from here Jim, well I won’t say.
So, I am sorry but also not sorry about the frog memes, retard references and absolute pandemonium you encountered online the other night. For the country is a dumpster fire, Jim, and rather than cry over the carnage, we have chosen to roast marshmallows in its flames.
Speaking of which, a smores is calling me! And you are welcome to join if you should decide. As I’ve said before, I am here for you!
Sincerely,
P.R. Infidel
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