First, in remembrance of yesterday’s post, the two shocks to my system, these:
Okay. Ho hum. So what should I “lead” with? What matters most in this world where “everything everywhere all at once” is kaleidoscoping into kontinuous konfusion? And, so very weird, how those who remain in F.E.A.R. (false evidence appearing real) broadcast it to the world. Yes, I still do see these fools, once in a while, masked, alone, in closed cars. Not always gripping the wheel so tightly, but they might as well be, IF they are listening to some kind of MSM bullhorn now targeting “disease X, 20X deadlier than covid!!!!”
BTW: It’s an IQ test because F.E.A.R. shuts down the mind.
Notice icy conditions lately? “Yes, it’s for certain a “paradoxical symptom” of global warming!” OK, OK, whatever. Just be glad you’re not driving an all-electric car . .
But wait! Electric cars are politically and environmentally “correct”!! Oh yeah . . .
Speaking of conscious and unconscious hypocrisy, how’s this?
Or this?
Hard to tell the difference between fiction, fact, satire, joke, etc., yes? “Oh no oh no don’t speak that way. What are you, a cynic?”
Oh phooey!
Yeeeeaaaaahhh!
But then, there’s Trump, the global phenomenon of Trump, who, according to Catturd, on with Tucker in a remarkably authentic exchange last night (that held me spellbound! — usually I don’t look, I just listen, but NOT this time!) between hard-earned working class wisdom and the self-admitted silver-spoon elite. Tucker is obviously extremely impressed with, even intimidated by, Catturd, who speaks of Trump as an iconic figure for the ages; I sense that Tucker wonders if Catturd is too!
Okay, let’s get on to Trump, who, according to left-leaning politico, haunted Davos like a ghost this year . . .
Then there’s the trumped up “rape charge” from 1994, or was it 1995, or 1996 — still hanging over his head, along with what is it, 90 other lawfare hurdles designed to at least slow him down, drive him crazy, bankrupt him; and, if any are successful, jail him, during the 2024 election season . . .
The problem is, for all the scaredy cat politicians, entertainers, corporate, bankster, media folks, etc., , Trump (and the Q team, and Space Force?) has dirt on them! “Oh no, oh no!” Say the whining bastards, whose charges/projections are now, as usual, boomeranging back to them. Poor things!
Oh Ann, stop it, just stop it. Get with the program. How dare you!
It’s true. I am free. A free, sovereign soul, at one with all. Unlike some whom I wonder about: does he have a soul? Does she have a soul? And if not, hmmm . . . Think on this whole clone business, and what it might mean. Don’t think too hard though; it’ll drive you CRAZY!
