The truth about John K and Artistic Change
I explain the real impact of my artistic inspiration which is beyond the comprehension of the past decade of minds.
Eternal Halloween continues: βIt identified bombardment points, registered high-level failure, and began bombarding them as a result. The bone shape of a man extended above, as he whirled throughout the bones of the Earth for devastating alternate apocalypse, arising the bones of the Underbeasts to activity and conscious thought.β
Lyrics like βMaybe I wasn't born to be a hero, I should be evilβ present theological space in recent media to explore notions like people being born to be a negative presence in society, notions which are grounded in The Birdman. The non-believers taking control of the entertainment world may think they've scored a victory against Christianity, but the βcomic bookyβ notion of an upcoming Multiverse makes that interpretation very unfortunate
Months ago before they just stopped saying anything Zoomers expressed confusion about how many things I inspired. As people refrained from giving me the opportunity to say, that was the whole point. I was changing the world and shooting to become a billionaire. The nice thing about having lofty goals is that even when they aren't met fully, you've still done something incredible.


The animation industry discourse needed to devolve into insanity about John K and obscene utterances about him to me - pretending that I just followed his blog without coming up with anything on my own - because their approach to animation was small-minded and as a child I saw the correct purpose of cartoons as a sort of bedrock of the next generations. This is easy for anybody to understand, we look around and see people whose personalities come entirely from pop culture. It's totally fake to pretend like entertainment doesn't have a massive impact on the soul. Civilization-wide pretending, nothing more.
My own approach to things itself came from the things of my childhood like The Rescuers - but not as it was received by the animation industry, copying Madame Medusa. In fact I saw that there should be the spirit of the organization of the movie in real life. When kids love Walt Disney's legacy, that's not necessarily because of what is actually acknowledged by the adult world, hence the behavior I received since 2006 of basically trying to slap away what I was bringing up because they recognized kids could notice those things and want them to be manifested in the legacy of Walt. But in fact those things they wanted people to forget about was what I had dedicated myself to.

Rappers like Lil Wayne talk a lot about girls. Years and years ago I knew people would recoil if I claimed that all his talk of eating pussy actually related to cats - but in ancient African culture cats are mechanisms of interacting with people at a distance. The desexualization I dedicated myself to as a teenager is necessary to revive such racial practices. This is where the Protestants screwed up big, since they shouted out against Kanye West and others for having a lot of sex outside of marriage, but in accordance with Theology of the flesh they are bodily yearning to be in the model of the Birdman, and so can be excused to some extent for having stronger temptations in this area than people of other races. They did not make sure their eyes were clean before they judged. Lil Wayne's music is a transitional mechanism for going from sex to things like trickster cats, and that's good.
And so I sought to dig up the seeds of the traditions of Walt Disney and other seeds like from the ancient past of fairy tales - things like persevering even when people think you have dedicated yourself to something absurd. My magic beans was the Ren and Stimpy show, which I did not fucking actually rewatch, as what I cared about was the spirit of friendship and honest living and vivid artistry and other such things. Apparently people are afraid that my magic beans sprouted into going to Giant Land.

As I went I was also making my own contributions. This involves connecting to the original traditions to bounce off and start your own. Those originals are themselves giving fuel, which extends all the way into the heavens. Since my extreme Catholic power unleashed profound new potential of traditions, people couldn't even grasp what I was making happen at all.

And so my dog character, creatures peering through symbolic arrangements within a work, and other things appeared in the works of the cultures. Some of these have precedent like the book four past midnight, which is inspired by Native America. My work connects to that original culture while inventing my own culture, as in the Smiledog 4chan meme. It contains a theological retort to the idea that heaven is just smiling in enjoyment without including things like heavenly combat with a lot of precedent in Christian life, and so that curious arrangement is a meta-signature of my inspiration. The various ingredients existed - scary dog, gore, and so forth. But the arrangement was unique and personal. Becoming more than the sum of its parts by being a signpost of the uncanniness of my artistic vision.

It can also refer to my webcomic which is βworstβ in the sense of its horrificness being the highest on Earth, and referring to my young opponents as stupid children and furries. Such writing techniques are a gesture of fairness considering how much cultural devastation I sought to make, but people can see what they really get out of trying to see my activities as bad
When haters of both John and myself ranted about βpedophiliaβ, the main goal was vilifying what we were doing for the sake of childhood as βinseminationβ. Going back long before the Katie Rice accusation, when people got smug towards me because they were going to see how much damage they could do to my Revolution through this framing.
As part of this framing they attacked my character to show Society how good of a βdad figureβ I was. But I was just 18 years old, I wasn't trying to be a leader of culture, I was trying to expose universal principles that all children should grow up with. Sure, I was inspiring out of my unique individuality as I did so, but that is only fair when I was accomplishing something so important.
And so those anonymous shitheads (with a lot of leadership from Andrew Hussie) led to my internet lynching of screaming about me being a βlordβ and what my βopinionsβ and βconductβ were, the bellowing that was expressed during the process a reflection that they couldn't stop the trainlike momentum the animation industry and other communities had created, and the stunned horrified state in the aftermath when I attempted suicide the final realization that I was just a teen.


The devastation caused by their colossal idiocy was directly managed by the trickster. My opponents of the time knew just enough about the proper purpose of cartoons to know that if a man really challenged them about making them better for kids in the eyes of Heaven, they wanted to put him through a massive struggle session of justifying why he wanted to define the lives of millions of children, interweaving the cruelty of disregarding that it wasn't about him at all, but rather aspects of heavenly existence that had not come to the forefront yet.

The trickster took their weaponized stupidity and sculpted throughout the path of God's green earth to the disaster, including things like Guy Fawkes Night, providing guidance in darkness and retroactivity for God. This guidance is focused on creating the appropriate meaning and pathway of bad events, as the faithful would not enjoy considering God do. For those darker tasks with a good purpose, allies are frequently enlisted.

For years my inspiration coursed through society as veins as they conceded that they had not gotten things right about the situation. Then over some years began the desperate thrashing from sources like beneficiaries of the legacies of the bad things in society I had ruined. At first seeking to starve me of friendly internet contact in the arts, then when I reemerged beginning their cacophony of insanity. One of the bigger problems for them is that children do feel my Revolution, and want it. That must be their main problem, wanting to address once and for all whether I should have been a leader in society, anticipating their search for my body of contributions before it became impossible to manage.

People like Batty's community rediscover this past with my revitalization energies and also without them, but when they go without them worldly powers intensely try to divert the realizations away from me.
By perverting friendship and uplifting enjoyment of sex over enjoyment of life, my lifelong opponents created massive obstacles to doing exactly what I did. It gives the aura of why things like onanism really do deserve hell, as it all resonates straight into the plan to keep children miserable puppets of worldly powers instead of vibrant beings who burst forth anew with potential in every generation. They wanted to βspill the seedβ of Walt Disney that would be incredible in a Catholic world, upholding glamorizing upper middle class childhoods over helping children and appreciating the roots of existence and its wonders.
Conclusion

I understand people wanted to hold on to the literal meaning of accusing John K, although I deal blows even to that massive obstacle, which must be destroyed as it obstructs helping children instead of rule 34 enjoyers. But Walt Disney was quoted as calling a child character sexy near the end of his life. This was a feeling and expression that he was raising beautiful children through his contributions to childhood. The experience that is gestating for me when I look at things like Batty's fanbase. It's an experience that makes sense only to a King and fellow Kings.
Indeed, considering he was speaking of the Jungle Book it was likely an expression that the true qualities of his uncorrupt vision would go into the jungle of society, and this uncorrupt vision was itself the little girl. A message that would only make sense to the unique soul that hears his vision and undertakes the task of becoming its heir. And so screaming at me about βpedophiliaβ was a mechanism of trying to stop me from nurturing and unlocking this Edenic figure of childhood, but all I see when I look at the cartoon-adjacent world of youth is her vision becoming increasingly pure of sin, and so i was unbothered even by the most perverse cultural conditions i was expected to live in.