Fucking billions! ONE billion would be enough to never have to work again if you live lavishly! And this irresponsible, pathetic narcissist is having a tantrum because number won’t go up. I actually want to be alone in a room with him tied to a wall and a set of supplies that would make the CIA go pale. Same with every other sociopathic manchild that’s killing us all because ”Durr, number go up,”

I clicked it out of curiosity, once. It just took me to Google.

Their username…

And this is why I don’t want to be famous. Being famous exposes your name to the crazies of the world, and leaves you blissfully unaware until the crazies snap.

Here we go! All aboard the mass unemployment train! Choo Choo!

Sounds like a good time to make Mr Beast aware of these, he has a lot of disposable income to burn on a lawsuit or three.

Rapists generally don’t have millions of dollars to buy politicians with.

It’s a subpoena. Comfortable doesn’t even begin to come into play.

It’s the kind of thing that happens when a space gets big - the original purpose and culture of that space is gradually diluted and overwritten by what’s popular until it’s been washed away completely and is no different than what it was trying to distinguish itself from.

Frankly, it’s a phenomenon that I think the world could do without, but I can’t do much about it until the next harvest blood moon, when my powers are at their peak.

I honestly didn’t realise this sort of thing was happening, and am incredibly disgusted now that I do know.

Facebook being like the Mission Impossible handler for child abusers. “Your next mission, should you choose to accept it,” type bullshit.

So basically, he wants kids to be mentally unstable so they keep coming back.