Dass die ganzen MAGA und sonstige Patridiotenspacken immer auf dasselbe reinfallen, ist echt ein Armutszeugnis….
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Das sollen die angeblichen Gespräche zwischen dem Typ und seinem Translover sein:
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c99g1e0z2ero.amp
Sure, 22 Jährige reden immer so. Und sind sehr detailliert in ihren Ausführungen. :D
Soll mit Hilfe von KI erstellt worden sein.
Hier macht man sich in einem Video ueber den angeblichen Text des Transenlovers lustig ( Video ).
They really expect us to believe this shit.
https://x.com/JoshWalkos/status/1968...kirk-murder%2F
"English literature professor writes this way.....not two dimwit juveniles."
https://x.com/Apheleia9/status/1968955769895764259
Quelle:Zitat:
Act I: The Note Discovered
Enter ROOMMATE, holding a slip of paper.
Roommate:
What devil’s script lies hid beneath the keys?
“Take out Sir Kirk,” it saith. Can this be true?
What???? Thou mockest, Tyler! Tell me so!
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Act II: The Confession
ROBINSON appears, cloaked, speaking in hushed tones.
Robinson:
Fear not, my love, I breathe yet mortal air,
Though Orem’s walls do bind me for a while.
I would have kept this secret till mine age was grey,
Yet sorrow drags thee into my design.
Roommate:
Thou wast not he who struck, art thou? Pray, deny!
Robinson:
Alas—
’Twas I. Forgive me.
Roommate:
But they seized another man!
Robinson:
A mad old wretch they clasped;
Yet not the hand that bore the shot was his.
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Act III: The Motive
Roommate:
Why, Tyler? Why dost thou this bloody deed?
Robinson:
I’d had enough of hatred’s poison tongue.
Some hate may not be reason’d nor unbound.
So planned I, more than seven suns, this strike.
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Act IV: The Rifle
Robinson:
Ah, cursed fate! I should have seized the steel
Before the hounds did circle. Now I fear
My father’s wrath for grand-sire’s heirloom lost.
In towel wrapt I left it ’mongst the bush.
Perchance they’ll find my prints, perchance they’ll not.
Roommate:
Thy folly grows, thy doom draws nigh.
Robinson:
Delete these words, I pray thee, from thy sight.
For should the lawmen read, both we are snared.
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Act V: The Surrender
Robinson:
The Feds proclaim the rifle’s image wide;
My father calls, yet still I dare not speak.
MAGA’s flame within his breast doth burn,
Yet I prepare to yield.
One neighbor here, a sheriff’s man,
Shall take me hence.
Roommate:
I tremble for thee.
Robinson:
Nay, my love—
’Tis thee I fear for most.
Therefore, hearken:
Spurn the press, let not thy tongue be loose.
If constables do question, hold thy peace.
Call for a lawyer, and silence keep.
Exeunt omnes.
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