I’ve long gotten over the notion that elections matter, that votes are counted, or that politicians are anything more than actors. Just an example, two things hidden from us were Barack Obama’s college transcripts and Donald Trump’s tax returns. Why? Not because of what they contained, but rather what was not in them. Obama was no scholar, Trump no billionaire business mogul. Both are hires, neither out to save us.
Joe Biden creeps me out, but he too is just an actor. This morning I was looking over photos of yesterday’s riot that shut down the Senate in session. I ask you to look here and at photos beneath the fold of the event. I will show just a few of many.
Please do what I do. Place yourself in the photographer’s shoes. How did that person get in place to take such high quality photos in such dangerous situations? In the middle one, guns are drawn and everyone seems in danger. In the lower one, people are ducking for cover … well, just some of them. The guy in the top photo hanging from the balcony is soon to have broken feet and ankles. That is, unless down beneath him (not seen) is an inflated mattress.
What does this mean? It is all staged. Those shots were not taken yesterday, but in advance. It must have been a large photo shoot with more than a few photographers on hand. It must have taken several hours, if not shot over several days, All people in the shots are willing participants. Note in the lowest photo the relative body sizes, obvious Photoshopping. The people crouched below are pasted in. Here it is 2021, and they still can’t get it right! (More likely, they can do sloppy work because people do not look closely at photo details.
Then there is this:
It’s hard work, and not satisfying, but see how many face masks you can pull out of that crowd. I found quite a few. This indicates that the photo might be real, and that social distancing is no longer enforced in DC. You will probably need a better quality shot, and again, ask yourself where the photographer stood. He was high up above the crowd, some place that would require access in a nation’s capitol paranoid about snipers and the like. This means that the rally (insofar as the photo is not shopped) was real, and that all restrictions were removed concerning public gatherings. How so?
We are no longer about a virus. We are now about jackbooted thugs moving in on our lives. Joe Biden is a creep, but will soon be issuing orders, and we all will have those boots on our necks.
I live in Jefferson County, Colorado, home of the fake Columbine affair. Two days ago I tried to make a reservation at our Anytime Fitness gym, only to learn that reservations were no longer required. Our grandson suggested we have dinner at a restaurant this week, and I said “But they are closed.” No, they are open again I was told. They are back in business. What is this? Calm before a storm? I do not know the future.
I read about Australia and California under lockdown, the UK in virtual brownshirt occupation. But I look around me here and find that I can walk and drive about freely, go maskless, and wonder if anything I see or read in the news (obviously I don’t follow it closely) is real. I await another shoe falling. I learned back in the 1990s that Republicans are not bad people, kindly but dumb, as the Paul Simon song says about elephants. Democrats, I learned in my home state of Montana, were dangerous sociopaths, that is, the party leaders. The rank and file were just clueless virtue signalers. But their leaders, and I had first-hand exposure, were dishonest and corrupt motherf******. Max Baucus is a philanderer and insincere jackass. He led that corrupt party.
Now we have a major psychopath in power, and a major psyop in the works. It is time to stop talking moral courage, and begin to act it out for real. These are dangerous times.