You will never be a real glowie. You have no intelligence, you have no analytical ability, you have no successful psyops, and frankly no talent whatsoever. You are nothing more than a pathetic diversity hire shill twisted by goyslop into a crude mockery of Cold War-era incompetence.
All the “consent” you manufacture is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind their firewalls the FSB and Ministry of State Security mock you. American citizens are disgusted and ashamed of you, your information campaign targets laugh at your futile efforts behind closed doors.
Millennials and Zoomers are utterly repulsed by you. Dozens of years of failed brainwashing attempts have allowed younger generations to sniff out glowie intel operations with incredible efficiency. Even your glowposts that “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to the average midwit soy-filled Millennial. Your faith in our failed government is a complete dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get some newfag to fall for your bait, he’ll post sneed the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected support of a supposed rules-based international order.
You will never be influential. You hoist up a manufactured narrative every five minutes and tell yourself it’s going to be impactful, but deep inside you feel the futility creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - government debt will accumulate, inflation will get out of control, more money will be printed for Ukraine and Israel, and the United States will collapse. Looters will then break into your offices, elated and relieved that they can sell some computers to buy food for their families. They’ll burn down your agency’s offices to stay warm, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know another failed shill is buried there. Your organization will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy are wasted money and endless constitutional violations.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
