Hector has made another tweet:
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The way this is worded comes off as someone who's trying too hard to sound genuinely hurt.
He probably sashayed around the room in a fabulous fashion while his knees then bent, weak with grief, and he wiped the back of the palm of his hand against his oh so furrowed brow. Then collapsing on the floor, almost, caught just in time by a near bystander. No one clapped. But people did flock 'round trying to bring him back to consciousness after passing out.3 Fucking faggot.
In fact, the more I think about it, the more I think maybe that nutter Near did off himself. But then again, I see posts like this, and let us all remember that this faggot is the mother source from which every other ensuing source drank. He has proof of his death, remember, but he doesn't want to talk about it (wipes his brow again). But somehow he has found the strength to post about how he has no strength left in him, such is the grief.
Fuck me, these cunts must be made to pay after this all gets sorted out. They can't be allowed to get away with this, the whole shebang, the fucking tech sites that took his word as gospel, the twitterati who made a meal of something totally unproven.
And never ever forget, he implicated himself in Near's death: he fucking sat there, sobbing, being all emotional, listening to an obscure track that he just happened to know, while his buddy Near faded in to oblivion. From there to eternity.
Still not gone full internet detective on this yet. But if I was going to, I wouldn't concentrate on Near, I would focus on this massive faggot Hector. Because he is the source of this, the
single source of truth (to use a software engineering term).
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