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PSYOP KNOBS …
You may or may not have noticed this, but the military psychological warfare, since 2020, has been both extreme and controlled. Almost as if they could turn it on or off, geographically or in terms of time.
A PSYOP is often a lie intended to cover up or deceive some opponent about real intentions or events ongoing. PSYOPs can use real events as pivot points or even engines of fear, but the purpose is usually shared.
What have been the main messages of these PSYOPs since 2020:
Mostly don’t travel, don’t talk to people, you can’t trust anyone, but you can trust the government.
These managed events obscure some deeper truth, and that is what I ponder, late at night, when I am unable to sleep.
- COVID MONKEY HERPES: LOW
- RACE WAR: LOW
- GENDER SEX WAR: MEDIUM
- UKRAINE AND PUTIN BAD: HOT
- COIN SHORTAGE: COLD
- TOILET PAPER SHORTAGE: COLD
- BORDER CRISIS: MEDIUM
- BIDEN TRUMP TRAUMA DRAMA: MEDIUM
- ECONOMIC COLLAPSE: HOT
- FOOD SHORTAGES: MEDIUM
- INFLATION: HOT
*** Ukraine PSYOP might be turned down to LOW soon … give it another week.
… or maybe not …
Biden in Feb 2022: https://youtu.be/FVbEoZXhCrM
Plagues of madness …
ZARDOZ SPEAKS: https://youtu.be/EwZhKGgmoUI
“Those whom the gods are about to destroy, they first make mad.”
Biosphere 2: REVISITED as DELUSION
Is it delusional to believe in “bunkers”?
Is a “bunker” a coffin, pending?
What about mind uploads?
Robot bodies?
Bio-enhanced lifespans?
Other kinds of bullshit.
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/synthetic-salvation-genomics-mind-uploads-quest-immortality
Q’orgon the Enhanced …
He rose up when the new wind blew, a cat hustler from Tempe, raised by cave-minstrels and carny folk and old whiskey preachers …
The NEW WIND BLEW when Putin and Biden and Zelensky and Xi and the old black hangmen held a meeting at Mt. Anger. They said “we can’t have this joy and love, we can’t have a God above, so let’s set fire to the garden …” Of course, we were kicked out of the garden a long time ago.
Dingus hounds wail and howl. The River of Jergins flowed backwards, and the canal foam harvesters scooped up their green glowing booty and made their way to Popeye’s for the new NEW crispy chicken sandwich. “I see your fire lust”, mumbled Q’orgon, to each passerby. He sat outside the Popeye’s, begging for sclingus flesh and harlot wine.
They flipped the switch, and the foul stench spread. Dead hawk kings rose up in the EAST. Old style MINERVA released 8 fetid waves of despair and bleakness. The CARGO CULT KINGS moved to Antarctica, and the rest of those bat-children loaded onto submarines, on their way to STAGING ZONE ALPHA.
Q’orgon found himself abandoned in the dusty nowhere land.
Q’orgon sought out wood chips and broken glass and diesel fuel and metal shavings and broken glass, he mashed this all into a dust. He took an old rusty tire iron and gouged out a space in his chest, and he packed that wound with the musty things he’d been collecting for the feast.
The NEW WIND stopped blowing, the plants started dying. The cragen-whores erected wooden statues of french bulldogs in honor of BAAL.
The land became barren, the women became sultry. The men ran about in codpieces made of deer hide. And Q’orgon was there …
Q’orgon befriended DOC JOOG, the last surgeon. JOOG went to the dump and junkyard and found bits of metal and rubber and radioactive waste. He fashioned fists of glowing titanium, and feet made of iron and cobalt and cesium … he glowed red with fury and he carried a sword made of gold and steel, and his women rubbed blimey oils on their jugs.
And with this, he replaced all of himself. Made himself over for the wasteland. Q’orgon was reborn, a barbarian king, an apocalyptic porn star, the stallion of the dead lands …
“DOC JOOG”, Q’orgon asked, “CAN I HAVE ONE OTHER THING?”
Q’orgon asked for a hydraulic system supported 14 inch titanium cock … flashing lights and smoke effects. It could project fire balls and please 38 women at the same time …
A power tool for women to ungudjoolate themselves against as they rub their various scribly regions ….
A member that would make him king of the DEAD LANDS …
The dead lands …
Where wild dogs ruled …
Q’orgon was enhanced.