When you’re a Hoaxtead-pushing conspiraloon, a strange thing happens to your ability to discern one person from another: it disappears, along with your ability to tell fact from fiction.
One of the first signs that you’ve drunk the Abe-infused KoolAid is that suddenly, any person who questions the ‘cult/Satanic/Masonic/Babylonian/Talmudic/MK Ultra/Spaceman Spiff’ paedophilic baby-killing child-raping cannibalistic narrative is…you guessed it.
We’re all Ricky Dearman.
Every single last bleedin’ one of us. You, me, all your friends, anyone you’ve ever met online who thinks Abe is talking bollocks.
Anyone who’s ever clicked ‘thumbs down’ on a troofer video, or objected, no matter how mildly, to the wacky stories put about as part of this hoax.
Anyone who’s gone up against Abe using fact to counter his babbling lies.
Anyone who disagrees with him, or brings up uncomfortable facts about him.
Anyone who points out the physical impossibility of the story he tortured those children into repeating.
Ricky is everywhere
Apparently RD is not only a huge host of people, he’s omnipresent, able to hammer away at his computer 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. He speaks in many different voices, evinces many different points of view, and is able to cleverly disguise himself as anyone he wants.
He’s really quite the guy.
But it’s interesting. As we read the screeching gibberish coming at us from the other side, we wonder: is it really possible that more than four or five people could be as supremely dense as these people appear?
Perhaps…just maybe…they’re really just one person.
One greasy diminutive homunculus, eyes glazed from too much cannabis, skin wizened from too much sun, brain addled from overly prolonged exposure to online notoriety.
After all, they all sound exactly the same! Check this out:
See what we mean? There can really be no doubt about it: they’re all Abe.
We suggest that should you run into him in your online travels, you challenge him to prove that he’s not. And don’t take his word for it, since we know he’s a compulsive liar, and will try anything to weasel out of the truth.
Come on, all you troofers, prove to the world that you’re not Abe. After all, fair’s fair.