Uh Oh Spaghettios!

A Series on Misinformation, Disinformation and Subterfuge

About once a week I would check in on some of the smaller single purpose hate accounts Yonder operatives have set up until Musk nazified Twitler only featuring them when they would pop in on one of the important accounts threads.

Brad Shuttleworth, the guy whose idiocy and loose lips gave away that conspirator0 had the known about console then causing a chain reaction of huge revelations and discoveries has given yet another important insight with this post.

I almost feel sad for the guy until recalling he is a central cog supporting multiple dangerous Psychological operations meant ultimately to topple US democracy, cause a Civil War and get Americans killed. But still, things have got to be really bad. Not only is he eating this, but his paper bowl indicates a lack of reaching adulthood self-sufficiency. Hard times indeed. When I went away to college less than an hour drive from where I grew up at seventeen, the first thing I bought were a couple sets of dishes because that is what normal adults do.

The oddest thing he has done lately was setting up this account, then parking it offline until early today.

Poor Brad.

I then checked on the other want to be lawyer, Mr. Golden Balls Michelangelo Maccabee, the faithless spouse with a Tinder profile.

He probably should stop licking psychedelic toads or whatever it is he is presently on.

That brings us the powdered lube guy that told the cops in writing he wanted that back, Christopher Paul Dexter Huxley who Larps as Jewish.

I prefer the remake.

Chris apparently was so offended regarding an old Jim Stewartson poem disparaging Elon Musk he went out of his way to defend the chief Twit with this. Pathetic. With how easily these guys step on rakes smacking themselves out of any original thought, leaving their trusty towel behind, It’s to be expected.

Next, checking in on the lolligrabber and sicko Ouroboredom.

So much to unpack here.

The deep racist Octopus_teach reference with the purple tentacle sticking out from under the bed is a bit of a surprise. It’s well known at this point that sock accounts are often handed around, meaning multiple bad actors take turns operating accounts. This one, Matt Donovan clearly used for some time dropping the idiocy drawl act the main operator typically uses. Could this creeper have also ran OctoSue when Susan Portnoy wasn’t able to?

Identifying as an Anonymous Collective, the criminal hacker group is a given. That symbol is on the desk along with a rune and another symbol. I am not going to bother looking up either though welcome comments as to what they are.

The other objects in the room is Ouro’s doggie dish with a slab of meat, Substack mug, a notepad of poems, a dead doll, and a rocket launcher, because what stochastic terrorist doesn’t need one right?