The Combine Crumbles
(click ‘above deck’ to listen!)
Greetings and salty salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the clear azure sky, calm breeze led, peaceful, gorgeous island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Wednesday late afternoon, golden sun setting through my southwestern window, with the shadow of Fernbrook Forest in the backdrop, quite a place to write down some spilled ink on dead data;
don’t ya think?
AHOY!
Indeed, it is The Fifteenth Day of February 2023 and WWIII is well under way, lo, with a sick, twisted, nefarious, intentional poison here and another of its ilk poison there, these monsters don’t take a break! Wisdom it is knowing how little we know. Yet we stare into the mesmerizing light my pretties, the society of spectacle. Captive populations glued to screens. Engineered with ever increasing precision and insight and surveillance. Conform differently, creepy normalcy of everyday life with AI ruling your strife, with a bloody knife!
Witches cast spells (MSM ‘broadcasting‘!), Christians call it prayer, Spiritualists call it manifestation…. Atheists call it the placebo effect. “Scientism” calls it quantum psychics (and killer mRNA life ending ‘vaccines’), Everyone arguing over its name. Though no one is denying its existence.
When the government questions its citizens it’s called an investigation…when the citizens question their government it is called ‘a conspiracy theory’...we have been CONDITIOED/PROGRAMMED to NOT question the government’s STORY.
‘Ore all encompassing, identical NARRATIVE.
Period!
The Americans are good, but America will be taken over and destroyed from the inside by the Zionist lobby. The Americans do not see this. They are getting decadent. Zionist will use this to destroy them.” (”Brave New World?”,
Alex Huxley? Bueller, anyone, Bueller, Bueller?)
(Plese, with the deepest of respect I give full, and honorable credit to and for the late, great humanitarian/philosopher/healer of nations, Muammar Gaddafi).
HA!
Here’s a little glimpse into what these monsters from the pits of Hell are reaping upon your precious children. Please for the LOVE of GOD make no mistake about it, they are coming for your kids! Rise up and slaughter them with words of God and the POWER of Jesus before it’s too late!
And I quote from some sick drag queen tranny faggot,
“Hi little boys and girls, oopsie, I meant he/she/it/little big horn/hell whatever floats your cute little teddy bear! I’m here to tell you all about the ‘Angel of Light’ and all that it ‘right’ with doing as ‘though wilt’, that’s right children, it’s “The Satanic Temple after School Satan Club”, Yeah! We meet at 6:66 a.m. sharp, rain, manmade snow, H.A.A.R.P. induced earthquakes, Tsunamis, Hurricanes, Nor’easters, you name it, even famine! Make sure to never tell your white supremist, pampered, privileged triple jabs parents about anything that goes on in the secret/cabal/occult camp inspired by Satan himself. For you are his dinner, well perhaps not now, but soon enough.
On the bright side, we offer endless porn, group sex therapy sessions, GMO food to kill you faster and an mRNA booster shot every day to get all that nanobot stuff working and filling you with toxic heavy metals, and lots and lots of Graphene Oxide before we chip your brain and turn you into a Newt, well, not really a Newt, I just love Monty Python, way before your ‘time’, which is short mind you. In conclusion, you will be a Cyborg slave to the Elite,
i.e. me, someday!
I pray to Lucifer our Lord and Savior!
So, turn those frowns upside down and listen to a poem written long ago by a renegade cowboy W.H.O. met his end at the latter part of, well, just listen to the words and sing along if you wish….., just remember, no emotions like crying allowed preciseness of speech!
“Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me. My heart so full of love for you, sings praise for all I SEA!
Oh, sing for every mother’s love, for every child that tears. Oh sing for all the stars above, the peace beyond all fears.
This is for the refugee, the one’s without a home. A boat is out on the ocean, a city street all alone. Our famous son’s dear mother’s child are they not you and I? For were the ones to bear this shame, and they the sacrifice.
For are they just like falling leaves, who gave themselves away? From dust to dust and sheep to sheer, unto another day….
If I could have one wish on earth, of all I can conceive, would be to SEA another Spring, and bless the falling leaves.
Thank you for this precious day, the gifts you give to me. My heart’s so full of LOVE for you, sings praise for all to SEA!
Oh, sing for every mother’s love, for every child that teethes, for sing to all the stars above the peace and joy beyond all fear.”
(Please credit: the late, great man, musician, poet, skier, aviator, Mr. John Denver)
May the LIGHT of good be with you ALL!
May peace and love win the day, for we all know, deep down,
it WILL.
PRESERVE THE WILDENRESS! Peace~M
