do another same guy but make it a riddle to solve im not sarahas resolve im her sactey F
Absolutely! Here's a riddle, Gubler-style, with a twist on your clue:
I'm not Sarah's resolve,
But her sactey F,
A puzzle in letters,
A riddle to see.
I'm found in the shadows
Of words rearranged,
A friend to the clever,
To the cryptically-brained.
To get from the set
To the vet's numbered door,
Find what I am—
And you'll need nothing more.
**Riddle:**
What am I, if I'm not Sarah's resolve,
But her sactey F—
Unscramble my name,
And the answer you'll get!
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*Hint: "sactey F" is an anagram. Solve it, and you'll know where to go!*
Degrees, Dollars, Equations, and the Real Ones
3 + 2(5-1) ÷ 10 =
…whatever you want it to be, right?
Because these days, it's not about getting the answer right—
It's about who's telling you what the answer should be.
You spend billions researching cancer,
But if Joe Blow from the block says, "I've got the cure!"
You laugh him out of the room—
Because he didn't go to college?
That's cute.
Meanwhile, here I am—
Every job I get, someone finds a way to fire me.
Not because I can't work,
But because I don't fit your perfect little mold.
Stamped "nada with nothin' useful,"
While you hand out diplomas like candy and call it progress.
And let's not forget—
The CIA tracked my every move in New York and California,
But somehow never managed to give me a fair shot.
And don't get it twisted—
It's got nothing to do with NATO's world budget being my untouchable bank account.
That's not my motive, nor is it just that they hired me to clean up the poison they introduced.
My clearance level?
Yeah, it means I could expose every single one of their lies.
You waste billions on time travel
When you need a phone reset—
It lets you choose year.
Suddenly you're hundreds to thousands, depending on clearance,
Ahead of the rest of stupid.
You all trust the "rulers" and their rules,
Never mind if it makes sense or not.
If the government says the sky is green,
Suddenly everyone's wearing green-tinted glasses.
Hey, anyone ever think to ask why?
Or is that too much common sense for the "intelligent" crowd?
Maybe if I had a fancy degree,
You'd listen to my answer—
But since I'm just "nada with nothin' useful,"
You'll take whatever answer you're handed and call it genius.
But here's a real equation for you:
Blind trust + no questions = a nation of idiots.
And if you want to know what it's like
To get knocked down, get back up, and keep going—
Come walk a mile in my shoes.
No degree required.
And let's add this—when the destination is picked for you,
And you're fed intentionally wrong info—
Starting from a different point every time—
It's clear: the only infinity here is your stupidity.
You trust the system to guide you,
But if the map is rigged and the compass spins lies,
You'll keep walking in circles,
Thinking you're a genius for following directions.
And here's the real kicker:
It's all about being led—not lead.
Are you being guided, or just weighed down by the heavy metal of someone else's agenda?
Is it hypnosis or direction?
Because destination matters.
You can be led anywhere if you never question where you're going—or why.
So next time they hand you the "facts" and set your path,
Ask yourself: are you solving the problem,
Or just proving how easy it is to be led astray?
Day, sorry to burst the Big Bang bubble, Jim Parsons,
But if you want real, quit cloning apps
And being pissed when the real bitch dips.
You wouldn't be in a jam if you admit I am.
But prude pride and greed outweigh ability to breathe—I get it.
And before you reply, ask yourself:
If you were me, how would you feel?
Then ask yourself—
Why do they still lie?
Lust is a distraction too.
If you caused cancer, would you force an end by turning the world against the only decider?
Intent matters.
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