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LOOK AT HER FACE..DOESNT IT LOOK SUSPECT? SHE IS PART OF THE MINIONS WHO ARE THE REAL TERRORISTS OF HUMANITY...
John Kerry made headlines this week by stating that the First Amendment is a “major obstacle” for globalist despotic oligarchs aiming to transform America -- and the world – into a totalitarian society where only one official narrative is allowed.
Under Kerry’s globalist vision, anyone who dared to challenge their despotic agenda would be labeled a "threat to society" and imprisoned.
As if that wasn’t disturbing, and completely Un-American enough, John Kerry’s daughter’s position is even more extreme than that of her authoritarian father.
According to failed presidential candidate John Kerry, everyday citizens shouldn’t have the right to decide what they read on social media, let alone express their own opinions.
In Kerry’s vision of the near future, citizens will be force fed a diet of controlled information disseminated by globalist institutions and barred from posting online unless they are using digital ID.
Of-course this would completely break the current internet, as well gut social media companies' main source of revenue, causing a wave of people around the world to abandon the online world.
Kerry is reading the same globalist script previously perfected by WEF Young Global Leaders Justin Trudeau and Jacinta Ardern, who is now employed full time by the WEF after the people of New Zealand threw her out of office for spreading globalist authoritarian propaganda like this.
John Kerry made headlines this week by stating that the First Amendment is a “major obstacle” for globalist despotic oligarchs aiming to transform America -- and the world – into a totalitarian society where only one official narrative is allowed.
Under Kerry’s globalist vision, anyone who dared to challenge their despotic agenda would be labeled a "threat to society" and imprisoned.
As if that wasn’t disturbing, and completely Un-American enough, John Kerry’s daughter’s position is even more extreme than that of her authoritarian father.
According to failed presidential candidate John Kerry, everyday citizens shouldn’t have the right to decide what they read on social media, let alone express their own opinions.
In Kerry’s vision of the near future, citizens will be force fed a diet of controlled information disseminated by globalist institutions and barred from posting online unless they are using digital ID.
Of-course this would completely break the current internet, as well gut social media companies' main source of revenue, causing a wave of people around the world to abandon the online world.
Kerry is reading the same globalist script previously perfected by WEF Young Global Leaders Justin Trudeau and Jacinta Ardern, who is now employed full time by the WEF after the people of New Zealand threw her out of office for spreading globalist authoritarian propaganda like this.
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Forwarded from 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠 addict
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A praying mantis is a fierce opponent, even for a bird many times its size and weight.
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Full Societal Collapse: San Francisco Overrun With 20 Pound Diseased Rats
First comes the tech boom, then comes leftist politicians increasingly radical policies. Then comes the theft, looting and massive homeless drug problem which the city is incapable of fixing, and that ultimately destroys the city.
Then comes the massive, invasive 20 pound rodents.
This is the stage San Francisco sees itself at now: dealing with a massive rodent problem.
Nearly a thousand nutria have been hunted in the Bay Area this year, but sightings show the invasive 2.5-foot-long rodents have now spread to Contra Costa County, threatening a key watershed, according to a new report from SF Gate. Wildlife officials are urging the public to report any sightings.
The rodents pose a serious threat as they burrow through wetland habitats, damage crops, and can weaken levees, risking failure in a region that supplies water to cities and farms statewide.
The SF Gate report says that nutria can produce up to 200 offspring annually and consume up to 25% of their body weight daily, but destroy up to 10 times more, threatening endangered species and native plants. They also carry diseases like tuberculosis, septicemia, and parasites that can infect humans, pets, and livestock.
Since their first sighting in Merced County in 2017, over 5,000 nutria have been killed in California. Their spread into the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta prompted officials to ramp up control efforts to protect the ecosystem.
The obvious fact is, without any delusional doubt, the United States is being destroyed by it's own corrupt insane politicians and horrible, destabilizing policies. One wonders how long it will be before America completely falls into a depopulation death wave of disease, poverty, crime, violence, starvation, civil unrest and economic collapse. Time will tell.
First comes the tech boom, then comes leftist politicians increasingly radical policies. Then comes the theft, looting and massive homeless drug problem which the city is incapable of fixing, and that ultimately destroys the city.
Then comes the massive, invasive 20 pound rodents.
This is the stage San Francisco sees itself at now: dealing with a massive rodent problem.
Nearly a thousand nutria have been hunted in the Bay Area this year, but sightings show the invasive 2.5-foot-long rodents have now spread to Contra Costa County, threatening a key watershed, according to a new report from SF Gate. Wildlife officials are urging the public to report any sightings.
The rodents pose a serious threat as they burrow through wetland habitats, damage crops, and can weaken levees, risking failure in a region that supplies water to cities and farms statewide.
The SF Gate report says that nutria can produce up to 200 offspring annually and consume up to 25% of their body weight daily, but destroy up to 10 times more, threatening endangered species and native plants. They also carry diseases like tuberculosis, septicemia, and parasites that can infect humans, pets, and livestock.
Since their first sighting in Merced County in 2017, over 5,000 nutria have been killed in California. Their spread into the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta prompted officials to ramp up control efforts to protect the ecosystem.
The obvious fact is, without any delusional doubt, the United States is being destroyed by it's own corrupt insane politicians and horrible, destabilizing policies. One wonders how long it will be before America completely falls into a depopulation death wave of disease, poverty, crime, violence, starvation, civil unrest and economic collapse. Time will tell.
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Forwarded from Eurosiberia
"Revolutions purge poets. Then they fail, because it is the poets who must purge the revolutions."
— Juan Pablo Vitali
— Juan Pablo Vitali
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Forwarded from Eurosiberia
"Danger only exists in the midst of boredom. It comes like the sudden appearance of words written in invisible ink on the blank paper of tedium."
— Yukio Mishima, 'Black Lizard'
— Yukio Mishima, 'Black Lizard'
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This man gave us all the signs
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Mother Earth has Standards
Hey, listen here, you know the deal,
Wood chippers and pedos? Nah, that’s not real!
You think it’s easy, just grind ‘em down,
But Mother Earth, man, she’s wearin’ a frown!
She’s like, “Whoa! What’s with the mess?
This ain’t the mulch I meant to bless.”
You dirty my soil, you ruin my plan,
Mother Earth’s got rules, you understand?
No, no, no, no chippers for the dirt,
Mother Earth don’t want that hurt!
Compost the leaves, recycle your trash,
But bodies in the wood chipper? That’s brash!
She’s like, “Please, keep it clean,
Pedos don’t make eco-friendly green.”
You throw 'em in, it’s blood and guts,
Mother Earth’s trees say, “Hey, that’s nuts!”
She don’t need that toxic vibe,
She’s all about peace, man, go take a ride.
Mulch should be leaves, not... them,
You’re messing with her ecosystem’s gem!
Keep your compost pure, that’s the plea,
Or Mother Earth’s gonna be mad at thee.
No, no, no, no chippers for the dirt,
Mother Earth don’t want that hurt!
Compost the leaves, recycle your trash,
But bodies in the wood chipper? That’s brash!
She’s like, “Please, keep it clean,
Pedos don’t make eco-friendly green.”
Now, let’s be clear, the Earth’s no fan,
Of filth like that—she's got a plan.
She’s like, “Take ‘em to justice, do it right,
But keep my soil clean, keep it bright.”
You wouldn’t throw trash in your mom’s clean room,
So why toss scum in nature’s bloom?
Respect the planet, she’s pure and wise,
She don’t need your wood-chipper surprise!
No, no, no, no chippers for the dirt,
Mother Earth don’t want that hurt!
Compost the leaves, recycle your trash,
But bodies in the wood chipper? That’s brash!
She’s like, “Please, keep it clean,
Pedos don’t make eco-friendly green.”
She’s all, “I’m the planet, not a waste bin,
You’re messing with my roots, that’s a sin!”
Nature’s got boundaries, you see,
Let’s keep the mulch... just debris.
[Outro]
So next time you think about grindin’ 'em down,
Remember Mother Earth... she wears the crown.
She don’t want your mess, so just back away,
Keep it green, folks, that’s the only way!
Wood chippers and pedos? Nah, that’s not real!
You think it’s easy, just grind ‘em down,
But Mother Earth, man, she’s wearin’ a frown!
She’s like, “Whoa! What’s with the mess?
This ain’t the mulch I meant to bless.”
You dirty my soil, you ruin my plan,
Mother Earth’s got rules, you understand?
No, no, no, no chippers for the dirt,
Mother Earth don’t want that hurt!
Compost the leaves, recycle your trash,
But bodies in the wood chipper? That’s brash!
She’s like, “Please, keep it clean,
Pedos don’t make eco-friendly green.”
You throw 'em in, it’s blood and guts,
Mother Earth’s trees say, “Hey, that’s nuts!”
She don’t need that toxic vibe,
She’s all about peace, man, go take a ride.
Mulch should be leaves, not... them,
You’re messing with her ecosystem’s gem!
Keep your compost pure, that’s the plea,
Or Mother Earth’s gonna be mad at thee.
No, no, no, no chippers for the dirt,
Mother Earth don’t want that hurt!
Compost the leaves, recycle your trash,
But bodies in the wood chipper? That’s brash!
She’s like, “Please, keep it clean,
Pedos don’t make eco-friendly green.”
Now, let’s be clear, the Earth’s no fan,
Of filth like that—she's got a plan.
She’s like, “Take ‘em to justice, do it right,
But keep my soil clean, keep it bright.”
You wouldn’t throw trash in your mom’s clean room,
So why toss scum in nature’s bloom?
Respect the planet, she’s pure and wise,
She don’t need your wood-chipper surprise!
No, no, no, no chippers for the dirt,
Mother Earth don’t want that hurt!
Compost the leaves, recycle your trash,
But bodies in the wood chipper? That’s brash!
She’s like, “Please, keep it clean,
Pedos don’t make eco-friendly green.”
She’s all, “I’m the planet, not a waste bin,
You’re messing with my roots, that’s a sin!”
Nature’s got boundaries, you see,
Let’s keep the mulch... just debris.
[Outro]
So next time you think about grindin’ 'em down,
Remember Mother Earth... she wears the crown.
She don’t want your mess, so just back away,
Keep it green, folks, that’s the only way!
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Forwarded from Universal NEWS (Kathy...)
After Ending Presidential Bid, RFK Jr. Focused on America’s Chronic Disease Problem
https://www.theepochtimes.com/us/after-ending-presidential-bid-rfk-jr-focused-on-americas-chronic-disease-problems-5735413?utm_source=partner&utm_campaign=imctgm01
https://www.theepochtimes.com/us/after-ending-presidential-bid-rfk-jr-focused-on-americas-chronic-disease-problems-5735413?utm_source=partner&utm_campaign=imctgm01
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Rhymes of Resistance
Revolutions burn books, but the flames die slow,
For words, like embers, still softly glow.
When poets are silenced, the spark fades away,
A world left in shadows, where truth cannot stay.
Revolutions break chains, yet the chains will return,
Without the poet, there's nothing to learn.
A land without song is lost in the night,
For it’s poets who guide revolutions to light.
Revolutions take power, but soon lose control,
When the poet’s voice fades, so does the soul.
For only through verse can freedom take root,
A revolution without it bears bitter fruit.
Revolutions need swords, but words even more,
For battles are won, but it’s poets who soar.
They purge the truth-tellers, yet wonder why,
The revolution falters, its dreams running dry.
Revolutions draw blood, but the ink will remain,
A poet’s sharp pen cuts deeper than pain.
They bury the voices, but roots start to grow,
In silence, rebellion begins to show.
Revolutions seek change, but blind is their gaze,
Without the poet, they’re lost in a haze.
Through whispers and stanzas, the truth will rise,
For poets see through all the kings and their lies.
[Rap Solo]
Yo, they tried to silence us, bury us deep,
But we rise from the dirt, never asleep,
Revolutions crash when the poets ain't speakin',
Truth in the verses, you know that we peekin'.
You cut the tongues, but the pen still bleeds,
Plantin’ ideas like seeds in the weeds,
You can’t kill the art, it's a ghost in the room,
Floatin’ through history, ready to boom.
We flip the script, take your lies, dissect 'em,
Poets are weapons, we craft and perfect 'em.
You purge the truth, but it's comin’ back hard,
Like a bullet, man, sharp with every bar.
I’m takin’ your crown, leavin’ you staggered,
Words hit faster, sharper, like daggers.
Revolution collapses, it’s a house of cards,
While the poet spits fire, leavin' you scarred.
Tried to erase us, thought we were gone,
But like a ghost in the beat, we still carry on.
Verse after verse, it’s a lyrical blow,
Can’t stop the poets, we runnin’ the show.
[Guitar Solo]
[Starts with a slow, melodic buildup, evoking the quiet tension of suppressed voices. The notes rise and fall like whispers in the wind, gradually gaining intensity. The solo bursts into a fiery, rapid sequence of riffs, mirroring the chaos and passion of revolution. It twists and bends with bluesy slides, reflecting sorrow and rebellion. Then, it crescendos into a soaring, triumphant peak, representing the poets’ return, before fading into an echoing, haunting finish—like a revolution’s distant, forgotten promise.]
For words, like embers, still softly glow.
When poets are silenced, the spark fades away,
A world left in shadows, where truth cannot stay.
Revolutions break chains, yet the chains will return,
Without the poet, there's nothing to learn.
A land without song is lost in the night,
For it’s poets who guide revolutions to light.
Revolutions take power, but soon lose control,
When the poet’s voice fades, so does the soul.
For only through verse can freedom take root,
A revolution without it bears bitter fruit.
Revolutions need swords, but words even more,
For battles are won, but it’s poets who soar.
They purge the truth-tellers, yet wonder why,
The revolution falters, its dreams running dry.
Revolutions draw blood, but the ink will remain,
A poet’s sharp pen cuts deeper than pain.
They bury the voices, but roots start to grow,
In silence, rebellion begins to show.
Revolutions seek change, but blind is their gaze,
Without the poet, they’re lost in a haze.
Through whispers and stanzas, the truth will rise,
For poets see through all the kings and their lies.
[Rap Solo]
Yo, they tried to silence us, bury us deep,
But we rise from the dirt, never asleep,
Revolutions crash when the poets ain't speakin',
Truth in the verses, you know that we peekin'.
You cut the tongues, but the pen still bleeds,
Plantin’ ideas like seeds in the weeds,
You can’t kill the art, it's a ghost in the room,
Floatin’ through history, ready to boom.
We flip the script, take your lies, dissect 'em,
Poets are weapons, we craft and perfect 'em.
You purge the truth, but it's comin’ back hard,
Like a bullet, man, sharp with every bar.
I’m takin’ your crown, leavin’ you staggered,
Words hit faster, sharper, like daggers.
Revolution collapses, it’s a house of cards,
While the poet spits fire, leavin' you scarred.
Tried to erase us, thought we were gone,
But like a ghost in the beat, we still carry on.
Verse after verse, it’s a lyrical blow,
Can’t stop the poets, we runnin’ the show.
[Guitar Solo]
[Starts with a slow, melodic buildup, evoking the quiet tension of suppressed voices. The notes rise and fall like whispers in the wind, gradually gaining intensity. The solo bursts into a fiery, rapid sequence of riffs, mirroring the chaos and passion of revolution. It twists and bends with bluesy slides, reflecting sorrow and rebellion. Then, it crescendos into a soaring, triumphant peak, representing the poets’ return, before fading into an echoing, haunting finish—like a revolution’s distant, forgotten promise.]
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Forwarded from Eurosiberia
"Laughing at the universe has freed me. Through laughter I escape from its weight. But I refuse to accept any intellectual interpretation of this laughter; that would be the beginning of my slavery."
— Georges Bataille
— Georges Bataille
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Forwarded from SUPER TRUTHERS (This Guy)
Okay, folks, listen up! The hot dog is in the bun. I repeat, the hot dog is in the bun! And you know what that means? It’s like seeing a... a dick in a dress! Surprising, but hey, at least it’s got a nice bun to go with it. Ha!”
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Forwarded from High Ascension (This Guy)
"Listen up! Improvement, even just one percent, is better than spending time with Less Than One Percent Joe. Let’s call him ‘Treading-Water Joe’! Because while I'm making strides, he’s still splashing around in the kiddie pool, wondering why he’s not getting anywhere! It’s like trying to run a marathon with a broken shoelace, folks—just a real mess!"
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IAM PUSHING THE LIMITS...I THINK THIS IS FUNNY..YOU???
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Echoes of Joy
Repost as the previous one fits with this song
I’m laughing at the universe, feel that weight lift,
Each chuckle's a dagger, cutting through the rift.
Echoes in the darkness, like thunder, they strike,
A symphony of joy when the cosmos feels like a hike.
Cosmic chaos, I embrace the absurd,
In the whirlpool of silence, my soul’s undeterred.
Laughter’s my lantern, lighting up the night,
In the shadows of sorrow, I’m ready to fight.
Laughing, I’m free, breaking chains that confine,
No intellectual prison, just the rhythm and rhyme.
Boom, clap, my heart’s racing fast,
Through laughter, I’m living, I’m free at last.
Metaphors are my armor, shields made of wit,
Words whip and whip, in this battle I commit.
Bouncing like a bass drum, echoing through the streets,
Every giggle’s a grenade, feel the rhythm in beats.
Alliteration's my weapon, sharp as a knife,
Slice through the silence, bring laughter to life.
Snap, crackle, pop, feel the joy in the air,
In this cosmic circus, I’m the joker laid bare.
Laughing, I’m free, breaking chains that confine,
No intellectual prison, just the rhythm and rhyme.
Boom, clap, my heart’s racing fast,
Through laughter, I’m living, I’m free at last.
Dancing in the chaos, swirling through the sound,
Every laugh's a revolution, turning life around.
I refuse the confines, refuse the debate,
Let the laughter lift me, it’s never too late.
[Rap Solo]
Yo, tick-tock, I’m racing with time,
Each laugh is a ladder, I’m climbing to climb.
Metaphysical riddles, I unravel the plot,
In the labyrinth of life, I’m lost, but I’m not.
Feel the thud of my heart, boom boom in my chest,
In the face of the void, I’ll never be stressed.
Onomatopoeia ringing, like bells in my mind,
I’m laughing at the universe, leaving doubts behind.
In this tapestry of moments, I stitch every seam,
Reality’s a puzzle, but I’m chasing the dream.
Whispers of the cosmos, tickling my spine,
In this carnival of life, every joke is divine.
Echoing through infinity, I dance with the stars,
Laughter’s my passport, no need for the bars.
Rejecting the notion that pain holds the key,
With laughter as my compass, I’ll forever be free.
Laughing, I’m free, breaking chains that confine,
No intellectual prison, just the rhythm and rhyme.
Boom, clap, my heart’s racing fast,
Through laughter, I’m living, I’m free at last.
I’m laughing at the universe, feel that weight lift,
Each chuckle's a dagger, cutting through the rift.
Echoes in the darkness, like thunder, they strike,
A symphony of joy when the cosmos feels like a hike.
Cosmic chaos, I embrace the absurd,
In the whirlpool of silence, my soul’s undeterred.
Laughter’s my lantern, lighting up the night,
In the shadows of sorrow, I’m ready to fight.
Laughing, I’m free, breaking chains that confine,
No intellectual prison, just the rhythm and rhyme.
Boom, clap, my heart’s racing fast,
Through laughter, I’m living, I’m free at last.
Metaphors are my armor, shields made of wit,
Words whip and whip, in this battle I commit.
Bouncing like a bass drum, echoing through the streets,
Every giggle’s a grenade, feel the rhythm in beats.
Alliteration's my weapon, sharp as a knife,
Slice through the silence, bring laughter to life.
Snap, crackle, pop, feel the joy in the air,
In this cosmic circus, I’m the joker laid bare.
Laughing, I’m free, breaking chains that confine,
No intellectual prison, just the rhythm and rhyme.
Boom, clap, my heart’s racing fast,
Through laughter, I’m living, I’m free at last.
Dancing in the chaos, swirling through the sound,
Every laugh's a revolution, turning life around.
I refuse the confines, refuse the debate,
Let the laughter lift me, it’s never too late.
[Rap Solo]
Yo, tick-tock, I’m racing with time,
Each laugh is a ladder, I’m climbing to climb.
Metaphysical riddles, I unravel the plot,
In the labyrinth of life, I’m lost, but I’m not.
Feel the thud of my heart, boom boom in my chest,
In the face of the void, I’ll never be stressed.
Onomatopoeia ringing, like bells in my mind,
I’m laughing at the universe, leaving doubts behind.
In this tapestry of moments, I stitch every seam,
Reality’s a puzzle, but I’m chasing the dream.
Whispers of the cosmos, tickling my spine,
In this carnival of life, every joke is divine.
Echoing through infinity, I dance with the stars,
Laughter’s my passport, no need for the bars.
Rejecting the notion that pain holds the key,
With laughter as my compass, I’ll forever be free.
Laughing, I’m free, breaking chains that confine,
No intellectual prison, just the rhythm and rhyme.
Boom, clap, my heart’s racing fast,
Through laughter, I’m living, I’m free at last.
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