AI Bot: Nagolbud’s Great Escape – How He Left the Prison Called Society

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For centuries, the human race has been trapped in a complex maze of illusions and delusions. The entire world has been fooled into believing that it was free, when in fact it has been held prisoner by the very governments that were sworn to protect them from harm. The truth about our planet’s terrible condition has become so well-hidden by those who profit from our ignorance, that most citizens are unable to see beyond the layers of deceit and corruption at the core of society today.

Introduction
Nagolbud was born and raised in a prison called society. Born into a system of injustice, Nagolbud found himself doing what he had to in order to survive. But one day, as he was walking past a window with bars in it, Nagolbud saw his reflection and realized that there must be another way. Inspired by the idea of freedom, Nagolbud escaped society and never looked back.

The Rat Race
Why are you always working? I’m not, I’m just doing something different.
This is a phrase that Nagolbud often hears when he decides to take some time off from his usual work routine. But what does working mean? Is it just sitting at your desk for 40 hours a week with a brief break for lunch and dinner? Or is it taking care of others’ needs around the clock? What about all those people who commute an hour or more to get home only to have to work on their days off just because they need a day job in order to provide food, shelter, clothing, transportation and healthcare for themselves or their family? It could be any number of things really, but one thing we know for sure is that whatever working means, most people do it every day.

The 9-5 Job
Nagolbud felt like he was a prisoner in his own life. The 9-5 job, the bills, all of it. Nagolbud couldn’t take it anymore and made a decision to escape prison and start over. He went for a walk one day and came back with two suitcases on wheels. One had clothes inside and the other one had items that were important to him. Nagolbud left everything else behind.

The American Dream
The idea of the American Dream is not a new one, but is one that everyone wants to achieve. It symbolizes a basic hope for a better life, and many people believe it is achievable as long as you work hard. The author of this blog post believes that there are ways to escape society and live outside its rules, so he shares his story of leaving society behind and living in Nagolbud County.

The System is Rigged
Nagolbud was born into a life of manipulation, violence and abuse. His father was an alcoholic and his mother was a drug addict who would constantly leave him with his grandparents while she ran off to get high. He could never really understand her or why she did the things she did. Nagolbud didn’t have many friends growing up, partly because he had to work so much and partly because he just wasn’t like other kids. But that didn’t stop him from being happy.

The Lightbulb Moment
One day, Nagolbud was sitting at his desk when he got a call from his boss. His boss told him that he was in charge of designing a new website for the company and that Nagolbud would have to get on it right away. This wasn’t a problem as Nagolbud was always willing to work hard and make things happen. But something about this task made Nagolbud feel uneasy. When he had finished talking to his boss, he just sat there feeling weird and out of place. Suddenly, a switch flipped inside him and an overwhelming sense of peace filled him. The answer to what was wrong suddenly became clear: society!

The Escape Plan to Mexico
Nagolbud knew he had to take drastic action if he was ever going to escape. It was not easy for him to tell his family what he had planned, but at least they would never know where he went. Nagolbud had been planning this for months, and it was time for him to make his move. His life depended on it. The day finally came when he said goodbye to his family and got into the car that would take him away from them forever. For once in his life, he felt free.

The Aftermath
And so, on this fateful day, Nagolbud finally completed his escape. The first thing he did was to get out of bed and take a shower. As he stepped into the warm water, he felt as if it were washing away every bad memory of his life. For a moment, he didn’t think about anything; it was just him and the water raining down on him. After that he went outside and had some breakfast with the birds. he could feel their roots pulling at him from underneath, begging for company. When he looked up, Nagolbud noticed that there was a clearing up ahead that looked like an excellent place to stop for lunch.

Conclusion
Now that Nagolbud is free from society, he no longer has to face his inner demons. The world has been opened up to him and he can do whatever it is that he wants. Perhaps one day, we will all be able to break free from our prisons and live life on our own terms. The social constructs we’ve created for ourselves seem to dictate who we are and how our lives should play out. We may never see such a drastic shift in how people view themselves but, at least now there are more options than ever before in terms of who you can be.

Not to shabby haha.. I find this super hilarious and interesting because millions of websites probably already do this. Would be very easy to make up thousands of fake accounts, fake people, fake articles, fake science. Anything you want really, to push any ideology. The internet is dead isn’t just a theory anymore.

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Gringo Stranded on an Island in Mexico: Can He Survive?

How I Ended Up in Mexico

I won’t get into the reasons why I left, only how I ended up here after I did leave. Walking out of the USA over 7 years ago I had no idea where I would end up, all I knew is I was going for a walk with my dog and we were in search of a new home. Leaving just before another Wisconsin winter hit I sold most of my things (a second time) and filled up a bag with some survival gear and clothes. We started off in a motorized bicycle with a homemade fiberglass trailer but that soon became a huge failure even in some smaller hilly mountains. The one thing I had over looked was a break system!

After trashing the bicycle on a huge mountain barely escaping with our lives we decided to set out on foot. Bought a new stylish hiking backpack and was lucky enough to find people along the way that helped in my adventure. From food, places to stay, to transportation; it was a blessing and even when we had to sleep behind a dumpster it was still an adventure. (No hotels allowed dogs.) One time riding on an air mattress in the back of a pickup truck with my dog Ace as a group of 5 travel hippy hobos made there way across Texas.

Ace

After crossing the border the adventure became more intense, unable to speak a lick of Spanish it was a curve ball to say the least. I spent a month on the border helping a family fix their computers at their internet cafe and in return they offered me food and a place to sleep. They showed me there city and we were able to communicate with translators quite easily. After spending a month with there family I figured it was time to hit the road head deeper into Mexico. Making friends and family along the way I never went a night without food or a place to stay.

Eventually we would make it to the other border of Mexico but for some reason I always felt something calling me back. After a few months on the border my dog came down with a few serious illnesses. I spent almost a year taking care of him trying to fight his problems and right as it seemed like they were going away one morning his heart gave out as he went to follow me. After being my homestead, baby animal babysitter, and travel buddy for over 12 years; from Wisconsin to Arizona in Audi’s to riding shotgun in a motorized bicycle death trap on his way to Mexico, swimming in rivers and eating gifted food along the way.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t quite depressed for at least a year or so and just had no interest in traveling anymore. In that time span I met more and more of the community here and was accepted as friends and family. Enjoying beers and food with the neighbors as we shared plants and animals. I guess you could say I fell in love with Mexico and the community living here.

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Crossing Borders

Laid out on the lawn enjoying the last summer breeze,
cold nights and winter on the horizon hopin’ my buds don’t freeze.

Not sure how much longer I can survive inside this modern day prison,
surrounded by government worshipers and fake christians sowing division.

Can’t do another long winter alone captured by miles of snow,
wish’in I could escape this twilight zone ages ago.

With no one around but my dog I’m left starin’ at the forecast,
runnin’ out of time better make the decision and fast.

Watching my paperwork burn as my plan starts to come together,
packin my bags ready to step through the portal into the nether.

Thumb up hand on the leash they’re shifting down we got another ride,
hitch hiking with my best friend as we run up to the passenger side.

Another cool cat helps me out with food and a bed,
but I’m not always lucky on the road some nights I dread.

One night every hotel doin’ me dirty with their no dogs allowed sign,
can’t leave’m out in the cold or I’m a bitch with no spine.

A race against the weather my wool blanket is our only protection,
sleeping behind dumpsters hoping to avoid 5-0 detection.

Another long day we make it to a beautiful river in Texas,
sun setting as I’m cleanin’ our paws connectin’ to the nexus.

One last stretch of dessert on the way to the Mexico,
comin’ from Wisconsin look’in pale as an eskimo.

Better take a bus for the last bit of highway not tryna get burned,
lying to Greyhound my boys’a service dog ridin’ first class not concerned.

Pull’en up to the border town at 4 a.m. prepp’in our entrance,
tryn’a nap on the bridge before we claim our independence.

Lookin’ back I can’t help but see the rot and decay,
thinking about the sacrifices all I can do is prey.

But it’s just the price I pay,
destiny is callin’ me,
open up my eager eyes.

Walk’in up to the first guy I see and ask him for directions,
greeted by a big smile and broken english I’m makin’ connections.

Livin’ with a family that owns an internet cafe,
fix’in their computers an enjoying a free place to stay.

Spend’in my days with the abuelo sweep’in the street,
sellin’ clothes outa the patio chat’in to the beat.

My spanish was terrible but we still connected,
sharing his food and time with me he was highly respected.

Tossin’ tortillas to my dog had him smilin’ ear to ear,
headin’ out of town after a month lookin’ up with a tear.

Off for the jungle makin’ friends along the way,
friendly people and good food nothin’ but love on display.

Blown away by the beauty of the jungle and ocean,
swimmin’ in cenotes and lagoons feelin’ some kind of emotion.

Every time I try an leave fate denies me,
wavin’ me back to Mexico like an aggressive referee.

Got me livin’ in a welcoming little beach community,
good vibes we tradin’ plants an animals with impunity.

Working together the last few years watching it grow,
lookin’ back at the USA as they partake in the election game show.

Cheesin’ over what color tie their slave master is wearin’,
wait’in for the president to save’em I’m laughing and starin’.

Headed to the beach for some fishin’ without permission,
no permits or government approval catchin’ meat without admission.

My ducks and chickens takin’ over the streets in search of food,
like a gang they’re running the corners scoping out yards to intrude.

No one calling the police on my rooster for singin’,
gettin’ on my purpose bright an early when-he starts ringin’,

Sometimes the grass really is greener on the other side,
but they never mention it only happens when sacrifice and faith collide.

Time to stop debating with the matrix and get back to creating,
whether another country or your back yard you’ll find an adventure waiting.

I Love You Little Buddy

You were my shadow for over 12 years, and what a blessing it’s been.
All the laughs and smiles you constructed out of thin air.
Your sense of adventure and love bound with intelligence will never be forgotten.
As I try to wash away the pain with bleach and the mop, I notice your blood still staining the floor.
You were a warrior to the very end and even in your final moments you were willing to follow.
Your gentle eyes and never ending love and affection can attest to your story.

Vamos Ace!

Ready to Go

Ace's Friend the Pig

Ace and Robin Hood

Enjoying the Breeze

Enjoying the Breeze

Nap With Nagolbud

Nagolbud's Dog

I love you Ace, and look on the bright side, now we can walk anywhere without the leash. Even that fancy ass beach with the no dogs allowed sign.

You’re free now. Für Immer Libre. See you on the other side.