Discussion on Space Station Conspiracy

People are asking, is the space station fake? Yes.

You can't piss without gravity.

You can't piss.

It's retarded. Space junk. One-- It's going seventeen thousand

miles an hour. One penny.

You know, there's always these, like, comet storms, what's it called,

where they...

we get all the,

the shooting stars. One grain of that hits the

space station, and everyone dies.

But yet the women all have these big, poofy hair,

and they're always having a great

time. It would be constant death.

Constant. Imagine if in your life, if one grain

of something was traveling at the speeds that they're claiming, if it

hits them, everyone dies. Like, the seal breaks,

everyone strangles themselves. It's just, they can't piss.

Yeah, any meteor shower, which you can't predict, by the way.

Of course, it's all fake. They've shown blue screens and

harnesses, and it's, it's literally fucking

retarded.

I don't need to go down those roads, though, 'cause it doesn't matter.

Feel free to, to look into the International Space

Station. You can't digest in space. Exactly. You can't piss.

You would need a u- uh, a ur- y-you would have to stick something in the

head of

your dick, and they never even talk about that.

The women would shave their heads. Why do they have perms?

It's fucking retarded.

Owen apparently doesn't realize how big space is.

Buddy, I don't need to convince you of anything.

You do you. There's no footage of it being built. Not,

not...

None of it makes any sense.

You c- you can't d- uh, digest food or piss or

anything without gravity. Your, your body atrophies.

N-nothing makes any sense.

One screw hitting it would destroy all of it.

You know, like those, the, the glass of the, of the astronaut

suit.

Do you think that could survive a piece of titanium going ten

thousand miles an hour?

Oh, but it's made super strong. Super strong.

I mean, it's a s- it's, it's, a it... No, it's, it's, it's super duper though.

Dude, you make this shit so funny. I literally do laugh out loud thinking

about how dumb I was for buying all this shit for years.

Once you see it, just let go. It doesn't

hurt you. You see, like, how good life is.

You're being lied to a lot, okay? Once you identify

the lies, you see truth again, and good and evil

and life, and life is awesome. It's like, no,

no, the thing keeping me in my day is connecting to the lies and taking

Zoloft and, you know, my obesity and, uh, constant fear.

You know, you, sir, are the, the, the dumb one.

I'm growing fucking purple carrots, bitch