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Sorry to report that Candace has taken refuge in vanity and woo to escape the pressure of death threats. Most of them do, so I have to chalk it up to the usual extremely understandable excuse for falling short.
The will to live.
I think our president and Kash and Dan have done similarly.
We might'z well start deciding now whether we'll pick Boulder or Las Vegas if we live through the plague. I mean, if we can't come untrained on 'em by now, what else can there be?
As promised, I've been keeping up with Candace, and I'm going to either stop completely now or only skim through her shit because she's been devoted to hour-long hissies about her own and her friends' safety since she came back from her holiday break, and now she's branching off into the familiar fabulations for the pudding-brained bliss ninnies in which I have numerous doctoral degrees already.
You can take my word for it, or you can check me here. THE tell in it is the playing of a clip from Project Camelot of that fake Navy SEAL by the string theory nitwit she's listening to in this pointless episode of her podcast.
pipe up any time....
