09/01/2025
Hello, believers, blamers, cancel mobs and desperate, pathetic, bored, self-righteous, manipulative, hateful, vindictive, mentally ill, hacker, stalker, pieces of s**t masquerading as "the good guys."
I'm SkapeGoat! The whipping boy in your mythology of blame. I'm not a person or even a concept—no, I'm the force behind everything you fear, loathe, and refuse to understand. You’ve cast me as the orchestrator of clandestine organizations, supposed Satanic ritual sacrifices, systemic abuse, and every global catastrophe in between.
Let’s take stock of my supposed accomplishments, shall we?
Clandestine organizations? Every last one bows to me. The Illuminati has to get my approval on their plans. The Rothschilds, BlackRock, Vanguard, Soros, Schwab—they’re not power brokers; they’re my interns. The New World Order? I drafted the charter myself. It's all coming along as planned, we're just running a little behind schedule because you guys refuse to just S**U and obey!
Satanic ritual sacrifices? Not only do I perform them, I perfected them, right? Every blood-soaked altar, every heavy metal lyric turned "incantation," every unthinkable act—you’ve attributed it all to me, (the dark conductor of your deepest fears) because it's certainly not just some mentally ill as****es pretending to be Satanists, who have CLEARLY never even read the Satanic Bible or they'd KNOW that it explicitly states that you don't do that kind of s**t whatsoever!
Epstein’s s*x trafficking network? Sure! Why not? When you’re creating the ultimate villain, why stop short of the unthinkable? I built the tunnels myself, right? Too bad you had to expose my whole operation and make me have to burn chunks of Maui to the ground with my lasers just to get you back and start over from scratch!
Imaginary cancer? Absolutely! I cursed you using a black magick spell I did with a bunch of people I've never met at a location that I've never been to, for absolutely no reason, right? You’re welcome, by the way—it’s not every day you get to use fraudulent suffering to swindle compassionate people out of money and then attempt to extort even more money from them via blackmail after you hack their computers, steal their information and intentionally misrepresent them in every negative way possible to make them look bad when they don't comply with your demands...then proceed to stalk and harass you, your friends, your families and even your acquaintances, making hundreds of fake profiles on every platform, trying to keep tabs on you and everyone you know for the rest of her pathetic, miserable, schizophrenic life...while periodically sending creepy messages to you about how she's always watching you and how she's going to come to where you live just to watch you and kill herself if you don't talk to her (after being documented voluntarily admitting that everything she said about me was fabricated and that she was sorry and would stop harassing us, blaming others for "misinforming her"...only to continue doing the same s**t as usual), just to remind you of what a fu***ng mentally ill creep she really is. All this while posing as an "enlightened healer" who gives others advice so she can gain their trust, sympathy and set them up for blackmail and extortion as well. Oh,...and she thinks she's a bird alien! (You can't make this s**t up!) You're giving me some REAL competition there! That's some NEXT LEVEL Evil insanity I can't even stoop to take credit for!
It doesn’t stop there! Oh no! I’m not just in the shadows manipulating the power elite and feeding babies to Lizard People for the Devil—I’m blamed for every personal, historical, and existential failure imaginable:
The economic collapses that leave nations in ruins? I orchestrate them all so that the rich and powerful remain rich and powerful, and the rest of you stay in your cages fighting for scraps where you belong.
Entire civilizations that crumbled into ruin? They got too hip to the game so I had to "reset" them, just like I'm doing right now with this one.
The children you believe I’ve harmed and kidnapped? They’re busy building the monumental walls of ignorance in your head that keep you confined within your false reality made of cognitive dissonance and blame-shifting.
Your flat tire? I poked it with my Horns just to ruin your day!
Oh...and I'm also secretly a REAL Dragon! How cool...I mean EVIL...is that!? (You really can't make this s**t up, right?) 😐
You see, this myth you’ve built around me isn’t about my actions; it’s about your fears. I’m not a person to you—I’m the embodiment of your inability to face the randomness of existence. A scapegoat is convenient because it simplifies the world. If everything is my fault, then nothing is your responsibility.
It’s not enough for me to be accused of atrocities; no, the accusations MUST be absolute. I don’t merely influence—according to you, I control. Every tragedy, every misstep, every failure MUST somehow trace back to me. Because if it doesn’t, then you might have to admit that the universe isn’t conspiring against you—that maybe, just maybe, life is messy, indifferent, and often cruel.
Let’s not pretend this is about me. This is about YOU. Your need for certainty. Your inability to sit with ambiguity. Your desperate craving for a villain to explain why your world feels so broken. And because I don’t apologize, don’t conform, and don’t exist to make you feel safe, I’m the perfect target; a Satanist. How convenient and original.
So fine. If I must be the villain, let’s embrace it together! Let’s make it a tradition. Write your lists of accusations. Turn me into the villain of your wildest fantasies. What did you blame me for last year, and what will you blame me for this year? Make it sting! If you can't think of anything, just make it up as usual! Make a dart board with my face in the center of it, hit the bullseye and make it stick!
The irony is, your stories don’t make me weaker—they make me stronger. Every lie you tell, every bit of fabricated "evidence" and every sin you cast my way, adds another layer to the myth of SkapeGoat. At this point, I’m no longer a person; I’m an idea. The embodiment of every truth you can’t bare to face.
In reality, you don’t hate me because of anything I've supposedly done, you hate me because I don’t care about your expectations. I don’t grovel. I don’t explain myself. And I certainly don’t exist to make you feel safe and validated!
So go ahead and blame me for the Globalists, the New World Order, the supposed Satanic ritual sacrifices, the abused and missing children, the tragedies you can’t explain, your fake cancer meal ticket and your flat tire. Blame me for your despair, your disillusionment, and the void within yourself that you’ve never dared to confront because you're always too busy blaming someone else for your own self-inflicted shortcomings rather than accepting accountability for your actions and just working on yourself.
After all, I’m SkapeGoat, and the sins you assign to me say far more about YOU than they EVER could about me!
Hail Satan and go f**k yourself!
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