“Cold Shoulder”: funny, plenty of AIPAC in both parties …

“… seeing firsthand the cost of war and the threat of Islamist terrorism.” – Tulsi Gabbard

Understand: if they sacrifice BLUMP to BAAL in March? – then Tulsi will give her SOB CRY BABY STORY and the bombs will be dropping on TEHRAN 2 hours later.

“ERMAGERD! AN IRANIAN MCPOYLE SENT BLUMP TO THE FARM … fuck …”

(sometime in March or April … Easter might be a good time for this too … so March or April 2025)

By 2030 …

“This advancement positions Google as a leader in the quantum field, even as some experts believe commercial uses are still years away, likely around 2030.”

(sure)

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/googles-willow-processor-threat-bitcoin

By 2030, ROBOT HAIRDRESSERS will own diesel pickups and eat cheese-chicken and vibro-corn …

By 2030, the STATE of ISRAEL will begin bombing the MOON. They will have declared a sacred zone, and spread Hamas to its craters, and then the space bombing begins … later they will open the first porn studio on the MOON, and no one will ask pesky questions …

By 2030 the MCRIB sandwich will be 1.3% pig, and the rest is crushed concrete and metal shavings and broken glass and wood chips and rotten MEXICAN style salsa …

By 2030, STROBIS-LORD JIM builds his time tunnels to ALDOUS-PRIME. His jergen-camp is established upon the desert lands of JABAZ, and many a swail-burden will fall by the wayside as SCOOP-RANGERS hunt the boovula-kites and dingus-hounds …

By 2030 Yul Brynner will have established himself as the ULTIMATE WARRIOR. Sure, he’d been dead for a while, but he was REHYDRATED and CRiSPRD back into existence … new kinds of body oils will be injected into his loins and NYC will be his …

By 2030, one cup of coffee will cost $2.3 billion … and you’ll pay, because BONUS … they’ll start adding cocaine …

More nonsense …

It took the BUSH administration 15 minutes after 9/11 to start melting down the steel beams and destroy evidence.

But “Biden” is having problems getting rid of border wall steel.

(totally believable story)

“GANG STALKING” and DAN

I think there’s a few places I have not wanted to go since 2020, and I rarely discuss because it might indicate I am mentally ill.

Let’s remind ourselves: none of us is that special. I’m not saying you’re not unique, but that doesn’t make you special. If your mom calls you special? – it still doesn’t make you special, or me special, or your mom (who I am with right now as you read this).

I do think crooked neo-Stalinist hellholes will do what they do, which includes crooked technocratic spying schemes and manipulation (psychological warfare). With big data, you can customize it, and I’ve noticed things …

I’ve noticed there’s a strange pattern – when/where I’m being “poked”.

I dropped TWITTER and Zero Hedge: poking got weird.

Strange journalist pops up after I finish my manifesto, weirder.

Journalist brings strange guy (I hate that guy) back into my life.

And for reasons all my own, I could mention other strange occurrences of the last couple months, but I am not going to.

I could go into more about the last 10 years, things that are becoming clearer to me – but that would be too cringe.

BUT HERE IS WHAT WE SHOULD ALSO KNOW:

  1. I’m a fucking hermit.
  2. I learned to live, deep in my head, as a kid to avoid abuse.
  3. It’s not easy to gang-stalk or target someone like me.

The best shot “they” had was 2016 … after that? – I was a dog that had been kicked too much and could not be predicted, and I found it impossible to have complete trust with anyone.

So I don’t care.

I’m fairly certain I am not special: so if it’s happening to me, it’s likely happening to millions (or it could). If you are “in your lane” why would they waste the time and money? – get out of your lane, and watch what happens next.

“POLAR VORTEX”

“Heat Dome”

“Derecho”

“Atmospheric River”

“Overland Hurricane”

“Clouds dropping from the sky, not rolling in like the title of that MUSICAL score …”

“Wind starting and stopping as if on schedule …”

“Smelly rain …”

“Snow falling above freezing …”

It’s the most wonderful time of year.

At some point you have to ask some questions about the slash-line across the USA where one side is HOT and the other COLD, one side WET and the other in DROUGHT (for 20 years) … totally makes sense. All of it.

If you were writing a musical about the weather these days, how would it go? What would be the theme? The arc? The story? The melody? The surprise?

(give it a shot mother fucker)