I think he’s either a dude doing a really elaborate long running bit, or a dude who’s a Maoist living in a shed in the Upper Peninsula with a Ritalin addiction.
BMF is a THOT. He’s a freaking nasty hoe. he looks good. i’d love BMF to bust my bussy open and tell me about the islamic designs on the world. if a guy shows up with a fucking clenched jaw and a copy of gorilla mindset he can hit my backwalls any fucking time of day dude. if a guy’s like ‘i got fired from two federal level intelligence position because im really stupid’ im like ‘take a fucking caterpillar bulldozer to my bussy like its the west bank dude’.
Black Red Guard doing an amazing bit.
I've seen him post enough images around the same time as they show up here and I'm almost positive he lurks here.
Every time a BMF account gets banned, someone new takes up the mantle
BMF is an oracle, delving deep within the fungal caves to bring us plutonic wisdom. They have been myceliated by the myconian emissaries, so they may guide us through these times of horror & PMC rablibbishness. And we honor them for it.
I'm not online enough to know what any of this shit means, you nerds
It's Joe Biden :biden-troll: Look here, Jack, you spoiled PMC Karens are gonna have to eat the bugs, so cut the malarkey!
Either someone who does way too much sketchy LSD and only posts while tripping balls, or someone curating output from a GPT-3 bot trained on /r/CTH and /leftypol. Or a fed. Probably a fed.
"I fed an AI comments from obscure leftist internet forums, this is the thread it made"
spoiler
It's :PIGPOOPBALLS: all the way down
Since I know for a fact that at least one hexbear user is, implausibly, actually what their name claims they are, I extend that to everyone.
So I always assumed BMF was some day trader for a really weird niche stock market.
I am, in fact, only sometimes a corgi with a laptop. Depends on if my little snugglywumps has something she wants me to type out.
he sent this real letter and asked me to post it here:
No, everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.
I still maintain it's probably the Austrian Bundesministerium für Finanzen.
