It Ain't Your Feelings Being Fucked

Getting your goat is easy. All I need is a passion hook.

Give me belief 𝞫 in which you've emotionally invested. I will ignore it, save for generating its inverse 𝞫′, which I present to you as if I held 𝞫′ the way that you hold 𝞫.

You will rebut the artificially articulated belief. We can call this R. I will ignore it, save for generating its inverse R′, which I present to you as if I held R′ the way that you hold R.

Ten minutes pass. You look agitated. As I begin repeating your last argument back verbatim (save the inversion… we can call it R⁗), I sense something apeshittian welling up inside you. If it spills out, I win… without investing a single cent of my emotional currency.

Who knows how long you'll let me get away with doing this to you (we're now entering the fifth year of me doing nothing but this to you. You still haven't caught on). This is too easy. Y'all's inability to adapt to our dual reality democracy environment must have Moondeer losing his shit on the daily (assuming he's not all pooped out).

At least all those good faith rebuttals to my bad faith arguments make for good television ratings, deepen tribal divisions, and reinforce our bifurcation into dual closed systems. With such a sweet setup, I can gaslight y'all indefinitely.