Our blog has about 1,400 followers, and that has not changed in the past few days. At the same time we have been inundated with hits due to a post that Fauxlex put up last April. If you have not read it, I urge that you do so now, as it is indeed a bombshell. I should have understood its significance back then, but did not.
It is called “BOMBSHELL: WHO Coronavirus PCR Test Primer Sequence is Found in All Human DNA.” Because WordPress insists that I use their new writing format, called “Gutenberg,” at this time I am unable to insert a link to the post. I have to be retrained in a format I regard as clunky and non-intuitive. But you can easily find the post by using the search box or by following the link in the post below called REBLOG: George Floyd, the Stiff Who Came in From the Cold. .
For readers redirected from Twitter and Facebook, please take a look at some of our other prominent recent posts, like the George Floyd post linked below.
In previous posts, I have postulated that the death of George Floyd was a fake media story. This is still my belief, and in this post I hope to demonstrate exactly how simple it would be for such a hoax to play out. Most people dramatically inflate the number of participants who would need to be involved for such a hoax to play out, and the complexity required to make it happen. Take the following scenario as evidence to the contrary, and my own personal theory of what we might be seeing. This theory explains the maximum number of real details with the minimum amount of complexity. Also, it explains how they are displaying the real body of the real George Floyd, among many other things.
This article, forwarded to Faux and me by Maarten and already absorbed by Stephers, is quite long. Give it half an hour of focused attention. I was already familiar with much of its content and planned to write about electromagnetic-caused illness down the road, after I reviewed the book by Arthur Firstenberg, The Invisible Rainbow, said by Amazon now to be a best seller.
Suppose that there was word being spread by news and government sources that a new illness was spreading and that it would be wise to stock up on necessities. what would be your first response? “Honey, get to the store! Load up on toilet paper!”
No. Way back at the beginning of this hoax I had a doctor’s appointment, and during it someone there confided in me that “We don’t understand the toilet paper thing.” We laughed. A more rational response would be to stock up on real necessities, and that sort of behavior followed. We were not hoarding, but days later sought to get some ground beef at Whole Foods, and were told that there was none to be had in the city of Denver. Now that made sense.
“National Parks” is a large concept, and my exposure is limited. For instance, when in Kawaii Kauai a few years back, we walked out on a peninsula to see some birds and a light house. Much to my disappointment, I had to pay to enter, as I had left my Golden Age passport at home. The tiny enclave is a national park.
When I think of NPs I think big, sweeping, massive complexes like the Great Smoky Mountains, Yellowstone/Grand Teton, Yosemite/Sequoia, and Glacier/Waterton Lakes, places I have experienced, the Smokies only for a day. Since that is my experience, that is how I will write this.
Physical touch is an essential element of being human. Quasi-legal lock-down, masking up, social distancing all contribute to stress and reduced levels of hormones and neurotransmitters that keep us from going crazy.
Social torture compromises our immune system.
The aristocracy obviously wants us to go mad from a lack of touch by breaking social bonds. Hug your friends and family often, it may be critical to our mental well-being.
Many thanks, again, to Camille.
So how can we cope with a lack of touch? Don’t let the satanic elite, techno-freaks rob you of our “social glue.”
This recent legal victory will save a lot of wildlife habitat and forest land in Idaho that would have been logged (destroyed) and sent to the sawmill (sawdust and 2 x 4s).
(Again, to the other writers, feel free to write over this post.)
Sooner or later I need to get back to the important business at hand, writing about these annoying pests who write stupid regulations whose only purpose is to create super-awareness of a virus not even proven to exist. These are the ones who have littered our entire landscape with plexiglass and signs and pictures of footsteps and warnings to stay away from one another. What was Dante’s ninth level of hell – to be frozen in the center of a lake, unable to move? That seems a good punishment for these officious morons. I urge everyone to do what I have done, to take their idiotic signs, when opportunity allows, to the nearest john, depositing them in the waiting toilet water. Better yet, do so in a vault toilet where there are warnings about how difficult it is to remove trash. That would be perhaps Dante’s fourth level, a perpetual punishment of removing trash from vault toilets. Even this is too good for these medical Nazis. (In Big Sky, Montana, at a public picnic area, when we left there was a social distancing sign greeting the next user of the public restroom. It was too big for the toilet, so I had to put the stick end in and leave it, best available option.)
Martial Law is just another form of herd management. “Lockdown” is just another form of herd management. Media lies (propaganda) is just another form of herd management. Government in all its forms and “isms” (mind control) is just another form of herd management. Actually, we are considered lower than livestock by our aristocrat handlers — our masters. We live voluntarily in a master-slave system. Debt (dependence) perpetuates the system, which appears to be growing stronger than ever, now in its 6th of 8th millennia, depending on which researcher you choose to cite.
L.A. Cops breaking up a little girl’s birthday party “enforcing the law.”
“03.28.2020 | 6:00 PM | LOS ANGELES – A birthday party for a little girl was dispersed by police amid the state’s ‘stay at home’ order enacted to battle the COVID-19 pandemic, Saturday evening. Officers responded to reports of a gathering involving 30 to 40 people at a home in the 5500 block of 4th Avenue in the Hyde Park area around 6:00 PM. Units arriving on scene learned that the group was celebrating a birthday party for a little girl. The officers advised the partygoers that they had to disperse from the area due to the state order to curb the spread of COVID-19. Several partygoers became irate prompting officers to request additional assistance. Eventually officers declared the gathering an unlawful assembly and formed a line to push out the partygoers. It was unclear if any citations were issued.” Source: info@onscene.tv.
“In the United States, martial law can be declared on a national level by the President or Congress, or within the borders of a particular state by that state’s governor.”
Under Martial Law, local “officials” begin to exercise their version of authoritarian rule, whether it’s legal or not. Don’t count on the law, or constitution to save you from crazed power-mongers in low places of power. Herd management is fun, especially if you’re a sociopath or psychopath.
“Los Angeles Mayor Eric Garcetti announced Wednesday that he will authorize the city to shut off water and power services to residents who hold such gatherings.”
“Beginning Friday night, if Los Angeles Police Department officers respond to and verify that a large party is occurring at a property, and there’s evidence that the venue has repeatedly engaged in such behavior, the department will request that the city shut off water and power services within 48 hours.”
Martial Law is supposed to be temporary. I guess we’ll see what the new meaning of that word is in the next few months. Welcome to the plantation, folks. “You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave… such a lovely place….” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcmjDPDOk7c – Eagles
We are all prisoners here, of our own devise. Woke up, good souls.
I recently returned from a two-week trip with my wife and partner of 25 years, and decided in advance to forego electronic communication with the outside world. This is how it was when we met in 1995, cell phones mostly unknown. When we left our houses, we were adrift, not having news, email or text messages. I wanted to revisit that atmosphere. I did not once in those two weeks turn on any device to communicate with the outside world.
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