Weekly Stream Weekly Livestream #16: Surprise!

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IT'S NOT LOGIC IT'S FACT
 
Jace's proof to show he isn't gay: Nothing to prove, just saying he likes women.
 
Hey. Boogaloo/guy who asked jace if he was super down for fascism here. I was able to keep him in a circle for a while. That was fun and infuriating all at once.
 
Partly Christian and partly Atheist. Gotta like how Jace said Buddhist have a bloodless record. I'm pretty sure Buddhist have their own share of blood like the Christians and Muslims.

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Jace doesn't care about grace and Jesus's love, but he's all up on hating gays.
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Good way of summing it up. Basically trying to "trick out" your religion which is taking what you like, cherry-picking it.
 
around 3:20 "You wouldn't send a stupid idiot to a warzone"

the irony is killing me
 
DAE Spartans don't real? Press 1 if Ancient Greece was an ISIS false flag operation!

He listens to Glenn Beck. He takes Glenn Beck seriously.

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how can any of us prove that we are not gay muslims?
 
I loved how he knows the stream knows that I'm a regular.

Anyway: something that I thought was enough was that he thought gays were people. That's somewhat reassuring.

Then, once again, he blew it by pulling out the privilege card. To be honest I couldn't prove love was a right other than the fact you had it, therefore you can.

Sowwy.
 
Okay, so coming down off that shit some examinations from what I noticed during my call -

Jace has gotten more and more egocentric as time has gone on. He used to say that his streams were all about his fans, but he's lately made it clear that his streams are all exercises in egostroking. Between this and the flyawayn0w calls i'm starting to think that he really honestly thinks that the universe bends to his will and whatever he says is fact.

Furthermore, when things go badly for him, it's because he's being persecuted by grand forces - international terrorist conspiracies, the gay illuminati, etc. It really reminds me of a quote from a short story by Vladimir Nabokov about an old Russian couple visiting their insane son in a mental institution.

The system of his delusions had been the subject of an elaborate paper in a scientific monthly, which the doctor at the sanitarium had given to them to read. But long before that, she and her husband had puzzled it out for themselves. “Referential mania,” the article had called it. In these very rare cases, the patient imagines that everything happening around him is a veiled reference to his personality and existence. He excludes real people from the conspiracy, because he considers himself to be so much more intelligent than other men. Phenomenal nature shadows him wherever he goes. Clouds in the staring sky transmit to each other, by means of slow signs, incredibly detailed information regarding him. His in- most thoughts are discussed at nightfall, in manual alphabet, by darkly gesticulating trees. Pebbles or stains or sun flecks form patterns representing, in some awful way, messages that he must intercept. Everything is a cipher and of everything he is the theme. All around him, there are spies. Some of them are detached observers, like glass surfaces and still pools; others, such as coats in store windows, are prejudiced witnesses, lynchers at heart; others, again (running water, storms), are hysterical to the point of insanity, have a distorted opinion of him, and grotesquely misinterpret his actions. He must be always on his guard and devote every minute and module of life to the decoding of the undulation of things. The very air he exhales is indexed and filed away. If only the interest he provokes were limited to his immediate surroundings, but, alas, it is not! With distance, the torrents of wild scandal increase in volume and volubility. The silhouettes of his blood corpuscles, magnified a million times, flit over vast plains; and still farther away, great mountains of unbearable solidity and height sum up, in terms of granite and groaning firs, the ultimate truth of his being.
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TL;DR there's no tl;dr because holy shit I can't put it better than that. If you're interested the short story can be found here: http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1948/05/15/symbols-and-signs
 
Jace ends fact zone, just taking Q&A calls now

And is now looking like the Riddler with a new background.

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Some of these callers have pretty serious autism to the point where they can barely croak out a meme or whatever when they are on air.
 
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