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1. Learn To Chode

Unessential Workers

Among the many scams that surfaced during the hoax pandemic—right alongside "trust the science," Fauci's sainthood, the polite fiction that western medicine was ever about healing, or that your average nurse or doctor wouldn't euthanize grandma for a bonus paycheck—was one revelation no one wanted to say out loud: the vast majority of non-specialized, non-trade workers simply don't do real work.

They click things.
They Slack.
They Zoom.
They "circle back" and "follow up" in emails.
They hold meetings to discuss holding future meetings.

For over a decade, they've existed as economic seat-fillers—propping up employment stats just enough to stave off recession, while markets pumped equities and asset and fiat inflation quietly gutted living standards by 20% a year, leaving wages in the dust. Those controlling the levers of power caused just enough pain to avoid a revolution, while feeding just enough credit to keep the masses chained to unsustainable debt until the great financial reset could be engineered via the usual order-ab-chao from the scripted problem-reaction-solution playbook. (You are here.)

Lockdowns exposed this class of unessential workers overnight. Millions of pajama-clad midwits became productivity influencers. TikTok was filled with "day in the life" videos of remote employees making coffee, lighting candles, journaling, brushing their teeth, doing pilates, opening their laptop to pretend to type something important, closing their computer to meditate beneath a Jacaranda tree, and then "taking a few Zoom calls" before happy hour. The highlight of their workdays was flexing from the white sandy beaches of Tulum, doing warrior crescent pose in front of the setting sun for their instashame followers.

The terrifying part? Nobody noticed the difference. Nothing happened to economic output or labor efficiency. These people proved to be nonessential workers, effectively ghosts earning a paycheck as economic units contributing to GDP by doing what all obedient units do in the Empire of conspicuous consumption—purchasing stupid shit they don't need that will end up on a future episode of storage wars after their bankruptcy.

The system has always rewarded those who never asked important questions and who always played along, especially the millions of now DOGE-targeted fake government workers. Everyone knew it. But the lie was comfortable. Most people were too afraid to shine a spotlight on a machine that still signed their checks. Then the lockdowns turned on the house lights and exposed the stage full of naked, useless actors with fake jobs.

The imposed tyrannies of the hoax pandemic revealed the architecture of global lockstep control. "Essential workers" became the official priest class—hailed, celebrated, and ritualized for protecting the pajama classes from an invisible phantom harm that never existed. The label was a tell at the globalist economic poker table: some were "essential" to keeping the economy going and other humans alive, while vast swaths of labor had no true survival value. Entire departments were dispersed overnight, and the system didn't blink. Canva projects and DEI Slack threads went dark, yet nothing collapsed. The economy simply absorbed their absence, confirming what most suspected but dared not say—modern work is theater, and most cast members are expendable.

What we discovered is that most white-collar jobs aren't about production. They're about compliance and optics—or managerial impression management. The digital "remote" modern worker is part employee, part social media mascot, part snitch. HR is their priesthood. LinkedIn is their confession booth. The function is the preservation of the performance of labor for the perception of "working." For the corporate entity, it's all about tolerating just enough fake workers to justify salary expenditures as tax write-offs and to lower marginal group benefits.

"Work from home" was partly an economic psyop. It was about domesticating labor for the fifteen-minute city planned urban slave communities. By removing the commute, the social friction, and the human interaction, the "workers" began to believe that, despite being imprisoned in their overpriced shoebox apartments because of the deadly hoax pandemic, life was getting better. They were being trusted with greater autonomy and freedom, but nothing could be further from the truth. Cogs in pajamas, monitored on their corporate-issued laptops down to every mouse click, are still cogs. They're just free to forget their laptop cams are still on while they rub one out like CNN's chief worm correspondent Jeffrey Loobin' Toobin.

Gosplan Jobs

Obtaining and keeping a fake job takes almost no effort—just a stamped certificate from an institution of lower indoctrination, the crippling six-figure debt that goes with it, and a CV stuffed with more buzzwords and (self-promotional) horseshit than the stables at Churchill Downs.

Once hired, fake job holders learn the ins and outs of exerting less than the minimum effort to avoid unwanted attention that may lead to their dismissal. They spend their days in corporate or bureaucratic limbo, rehearsing performance metrics for tasks that didn't exist twenty years ago, pretending to contribute while being paid for obedience, compliance, and silence.

For half a century, this was the average government worker, but in recent decades, it's now most middle and upper middle class workers, millions of whom are on the chopping block, but not from DOGE, from DOGE's masters at the technocratic AI-Automation slaughterhouse preparing AI agents and robotic replacements.

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A century ago, labor meant labor. People—children included—worked six days a week, often twelve hours a day, in grimy, dangerous factories. The work was taxing, brutal, and real. Then came the "progress" of organized labor to force new laws, unions, and time off for the weekends. A few decades later and the 9-to-5 ritual of paper pushing drudgery beneath flourescent lights birthed the "Office Space" demoralization zone of soul-crushing cubicle zoos filled with Hawaain shirt-wearing morons.

In the later industrial revolution, Marxists warned of alienation, isolation, and exploitation of workers under capitalism—mechanical labor, broken spirits, people estranged from the production processes and their meaning. Then they built something worse. Soviet industry replaced soul-crushing jobs with soul-crushing uniformity and obedience. Instead of exploitation, workers got simulated labor. Office drones in Party buildings filled out quotas no one read, issued memos no one followed, and mouthed slogans no one believed.

In the Soviet Union's final decades, fake work became policy. Ministries with no output. Workers with no function. Everyone clocked in. No one produced. What mattered was the simulation of performative labor to meet "full employment" party goals. The state cooked the books for the Gosplan, and there was no need to ever worry about labor output, capital returns, GDP, or recessions.

Pretend to work. Pretend to care. Pretend to believe. Pretend that real value was being created by humans who were invested in the farce. Follow the party. Fall in line. Shut up and obey, and the money kept coming in.

Today's oligarchic-owned corporate class and their serfs do the same dance, just with better lighting and more acronyms. DEI, ESG, TGIF, and silly mantras like corporate accountability and corporate responsibility replaced state and party doctrines. Slack replaced the Party bulletin. Dead eyes now stare at glowing screens instead of typewritten paper with official stamps.

Government "Work" Sidebar Anecdote…

For three decades, Papa citizen worked for the Department of Energy, often leaving for the office at 4:30 to avoid morning traffic and so he could coach his sons' soccer teams by 15:00. He eventually learned that slaving away as a middling engineer wasn't worth the paycheck, as he watched others sleeping in nearby cubicles.

One "engineer" would pretend to work in the mornings, doing a crossword puzzle, then go to lunch at 11:00, then go take a dump at the restroom by the elevators, where he slept for an hour in a stall until checking out at 14:00 even though he arrived at 9, over three hours after my father who was at the same GS government pay scale but, you know, actually working.

After years of watching this grotesque theater of the absurd at taxpayers' expense, my father learned that none of the engineers of leisure, these useless clowns around him, could be fired, so he upped his game and became a project manager instead. He retired a few years early and went to work in the private sector, where his discipline and work ethic (son of a Naval Vice Admiral) were properly valued, as his salary nearly doubled from his peak government wages.

Despite working in the private sector for years, he mistakenly retired just one quarter shy of $7500 yearly in social security benefits. After paying tens of thousands in taxes into the pyramid scheme of SS for many years, he now receives zero benefits because he's one point short of the SS benefit requirements on the government matrix. His petitions for a single point exception were denied. (Any Good Citizen entrepreneurs want to hire Papa Citizen for a quarter to work a minimum wage Gosplan Job?)

Gutting The American Worker

The red hat wearing American public now swallows a fantasy about the American worker all dressed up in red, white, and blue oligcarchic rhetorical horseshit. It's a sad, allopathic poisoned pill about tariffs, economic nationalism, and the staged resurrection of American manufacturing. The Orange Mashiach with the help of Greater Israel's handlers, all flanked by lobbyists and corporate shills, push a revival narrative around the tariffs game—factories will soon return, jobs will flow, the forgotten worker with lunch pale and punch card will be resurrected to build things with their hands again for the Made In America glory psyop.

It plays well on television and at red hat rallies.

But the same class of oligarchic parasites that gutted American industry now pose as its saviors. These are technocrats in disguise—venture capitalists and think tank bureaucrats well aware that automation and AI will make any large-scale resurrection of American manufacturing economically obsolete. They are not rebuilding anything, other than the illusion of political difference and trust in the same two-party system that sold out the country decades ago. They are managing impressions, to engineer economic decline, selling resurrection while scripting the planned devaluation of the dollar through inflation, forcing lower interest rates, and therefore cheaper debt. They are repeating the same cycle that has been part of elite looting since the Federal Reserve Act of 1913.

They know the America that once allowed a couple to buy a home, raise a family of five, fund college, and take summer vacations on a single factory wage is gone. They killed it. They sold it to China, India, Malaysia, and Vietnam for private jet flights by their corporate masters and VIP box seats at Super Bowls. And now they sell back the corpse of this working-class America to the people they gutted economically, and simply dress it in nostalgia and campaign merch, peddling dreams they know will never return.

What did the corpse of the American working class look like before it began decomposing before the world?

The heartbeat of the American working class once echoed from steel mills in Pennsylvania, assembly lines in Michigan, and factory towns strung like vertebrae across the Rust Belt. It lived in lunch pails and union halls, in calloused hands, second shifts, and cigarette breaks on graveyard shifts under back door factory security lights.

The sound of labor was the rhythm of a nation that believed in sweat equity and quiet dignity. Those who gutted that America still walk free—never tried, never forced to answer for their treason, never drawn, quartered, or hanged. They sit on corporate boards, sip wine at the Aspen Ideas Festival, and whisper policy into the ears of their oligarch masters, while the kin of the gutted manage quiet despair, buried in debt, drowning in pills, dying slow deaths by OxyContin and fentanyl.

Those towns now lie still. Main streets boarded up. Church bells silenced. Family homes turned into trap houses. The mills collapsed into rust. The factories were auctioned off to the lowest bidder. What remains are fentanyl deaths, unemployment lines, and strip malls full of pawn shops and probation offices. Purdue Pharma (Sackler Family- still billionaires and free) finished the job the politicians and their corporate masters began—massacring the remnants of a class they first hollowed out and then buried in paperwork, unemployment lines, and despair. Today Appalachia rots, and not a single rich man north of Richmond gives a damn because there are no lobbyists for unemployed coal miners.

Manufacturing wasn't lost by accident, it was gutted in boardrooms and congressional acts written by lobbyists. The architects of globalization (national decline) called it progress, mouthing slogans about efficiency and modernization while handing off industrial power to foreign interests and domestic monopolists. Real jobs were liquidated and Americans were sold the lie that life would be better if they could all fill storage wars' garages with cheap shit from China.

Both parties signed off on the execution. Bipartisan consensus from the 1990s onward supported trade liberalization, outsourcing, and financial deregulation. Red hat patriots like to blame Democrats, but Republicans were behind all of it 100%, while offering sermons on rugged individualism, secretly shipping the guts of the economy to China, and waving American flags made in China. Together, they polished the guillotine. Globalization was a heist dressed in prosperity-through-financialization drag for the benefit of equity behemoths and hedge funds.

And as towns withered and payrolls shrank, the same traitors made sure the sons of unemployed factory workers who still believed in that dying American dream became expendable chaff for the war machine. They lured them to death or IED paraplegia and later suicide through the promise of service paying for college that their parents could no longer afford. They made endless appropriations for bloodshed abroad, while veterans at home begged in parking lots for change. Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, Iraq, Ukraine—everywhere funded, everywhere armed, everywhere burned to ashes for the Empire's host parasites in Tel Aviv. The men who once forged steel, assembled cars, and mined coal now overdose in Dollar General parking lots while every Israeli has subsidized healthcare and higher education.

Dying Empires have historically prioritized three things: war, the ruling classes, and looting the coffers on the backs of the people who become disposable.

The great empire of West Israel is now entering the flatline stage. The only "real jobs" are lawyers and doctors who get rich, as the underlings of the oligarch classes tasked with litigating the collapse of diseased and demoralized subjects in preparation for the controlled financial demolition of the currency for their great reset agenda.

"You let the Oligarchs feed you lies while they made you fat, poor, and addicted."

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The Final Sedation

The next phase of betrayal is already underway. Having gutted the industrial economy and tranquilized the workforce with pills, seed oils, processed fake foods, black mirror feeds of defiling pornography, and the flitting digital habits of wasted lives, the same oligarch class now prepares the final sedative delivered in the only manner a traumatized indoctrinated people understand—lies and propaganda dressed up as nationalistic pride.

The PayPal mafia, with Peter Thiel and Elon Musk shaping the new Trump apparatus, backed by Zionist enforcers—Lutnik, Noem, Hegseth—continue to preach liberty while bombing the shit out of poor people abroad for Israel while installing the domestic digital scaffold. An expanded total surveillance police state to lay the ground work for digital IDs (Real ID) tied to health records, Universal Basic Income (no vaccines-no money), student loan payaments, and the last chains for empire slaves—a social credit score linked to a Central Bank Digital Currency (FedCoin) that can be shut off if a slave disobeys, gets ideas about bodily autonomy, or has "wrong" opinions about genocide or their Zionist Occupied Government.

In the order-out-of-chaos stage play of domestic politics, the progeny of those gutted working-class ghost towns believe that "nationalism" has returned in their Orange Savior, and as President of West Israel, he has their best interests at heart. They cannot see that the invasion of illegals over the past four (and fifty) years hasn't been and won't be reversed, and the demographic dilution of the nation will continue for the "melting pot" social engineers (don't look up their early life sections on Wikipravda or you might notice a pattern). This planned invasion has laid the groundwork for future ethnic strife while providing the immediate justification for expanded police state "security measures" in the form of Real ID, passed in 2005, but recently announced as an "urgently needed security measure" by border security cosplay figurine ICE-ICE Barbie: "These IDs keep our country safe."

Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.

— Benjamin Franklin

The National Socialists of the Third Reich built concentration camps, or labor camps, including the most famous—Auschwitz-Birkenau, still adorned with those words that were sold to the world as a cynical and devious mocking of mostly Jewish prisoners—Arbeit Macht Frei—Work Sets You Free. When viewing this motto through the lens of the past century of transformations of human labor, it's not so cynical at all.

Human labor was once a sacred and meditative undertaking. The relationship between human and tool, worker and craft, earth and harvest was intimate and binding. Tools worn smooth with use were the artifacts for stories of seasons endured, challenges overcome, and skills refined. Pride flowed from creation for survival and prosperity—homes built sturdy, fields tended with purpose, barns raised with help from neighbors in a matter of days. The cities of a dying Europe are littered with magnificent monuments that pay homage to artisans and craftsmen through towering Gothic cathedrals—adorned with carved gargoyles, spires, statues, and stained glass, each a testament to a pride of work unmatched in the centuries since.

Humans stood in fields before dawn, coaxing crops from the fertile, non-aluminous, hearty earth, or shaping timber and stone into homes that would serve as a lifelong shelter to raise children and be passed through generations. Home and heart provided a centered and grounded foundation for what truly mattered—family and togetherness. Today, homes that are not yet claimed by corporate landlords like BlackRock are speculative assets for fodder on HGTV, or part of short-term rental portfolios for the detached passive-income seeking millennials on Airbnb, preventing first-time home buyers from gaining that grounded foundation to start families.

To labor was to build, to build was to leave a mark upon the world—a signature etched in sweat, blood, and muscle memory. Artisans knew the grace of motion, each swing of a hammer or chisel, or draw of a blade performed with the care of a sculptor shaping marble. Work defined life, and left the worker with the satisfaction of having progressed on an undertaking toward a well-made and useful final product that could benefit other humans.

Human labor once bound people to their communities and anchored them in reality through meaning, identity, and shared purpose. That covenant between work and dignity has been systematically dismantled to engineer human redundancy in the service of a cynical, global dehumanization agenda. The same hands that once guided plows or framed houses now swipe screens under sterile LED lights in industrial shoebox apartments, stacked beside H1B visa neighbors imported to suppress wages and dilute social cohesion. Homes once built with intention vanish into investment portfolios or are seized by county bureaucrats at the first whiff of unpaid taxes. Fields rot from chemical aerosol operations. Food is industrialized. Housing is financialized—weaponized against the final breaths of a collapsing middle class.

Work has been transformed from creation to consumption, from dignity to dependency, from mastery of craft to obedience to an engineered chronos of habituated Gosplan workers, many content to slog out a paycheck-to-paycheck existence within a neofeudal technocratic system. The new vision of labor sells easy living, sanitized comfort, and algorithmic relief. But behind the seamless promises waits something colder and emptier.

They sell a frictionless vision for a future emptied of valuable human experiences—struggle, resistance, and meaning. They want AI to handle all thought labor, leaving humans "free" to chase hollow abstractions carefully monitored by algorithmic gatekeepers. Purpose dissipates through attention distractions, dispensed like medicine. Behind sleek promises of progress lurks an older truth—compliance and acceptance measure human value and self-worth—we become what we tolerate.

The future on offer promises sedation disguised as freedom. In the eyes of technocrats, the working and middle classes require repurposing or pacification—all the sheen of Huxley's Brave New World masking the boot of Orwell's 1984. UBI masquerades as compassion for the millions of "jobless," yet serves as a final dog leash—debt-financed subsistence conjured by the Federal Reserve's endless ledger, devoid of genuine prosperity or true autonomy. Dissent will be forbidden, and true liberty will vanish with the first CBDC transaction.

This is one giant global humiliation ritual, to subdue the masses beneath the final boot of tyranny while welcoming it with emoji smiles and lolz as dopamine loops and data-driven comforts replace honest work. Pills, porn, instant meals, and hollow affirmations from devices more interested in harvesting data and recreating artifices through programming, than helping humans maintain their humanity. Computer engineering decay for a digital hospice-prison planet.

Into this managed economic collapse steps the new human, a logged-in organism with a fused human-posthuman biotechnological constitution, a barely sentient half-consenting subject on a cloud-based leash, neither rebel nor worker, merely a user to be used—normalizing powerlessness, adopting algorithmic suggestions as identity, accepting life within the bounds of a touchscreen cage.

A world stripped of meaningful labor is an emptied world, post-apocalyptic—not in the Hollywood sense—but from the quiet erasure of human purpose. In such a world, people will exist only by conditional permission, their lives comfortably confined within invisible fences of digital surveillance and algorithmic obedience.

The clock is ticking. Time and technology are moving billions of humans along quickly, and neither asks for their consent. In the coming years, critical choices will need to be made, while merely "opting out" will not be sufficient.

Either a life reclaimed by meaningful labor, prideful creation, and the quiet dignity of individual liberty reinforced through cooperative efforts of a high-trust community, or a life resigned to passive distraction—a numbing loop of neurobiological sedation.

One path leads to fulfillment and joy, while the other is a one-way ticket to the quiet oblivion of planned human obsolescence.

Choose wisely, before the choice is made for you.

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2. Inside Con Inc's Woke Right Bordello

Bordello Boyz

I hadn't planned to wade into the recent "debate" between neoconservative Douglas Murray and comedian Dave Smith on the Jewish Reveal Encapsulation podcast. But after enduring the first hour, laughing like Arthur Fleck on a New York subway, I now feel compelled to highlight some glaring absurdities that others have failed to properly illuminate over the past week.

If you haven't seen the first hour of this so-called "debate" and want a textbook display of Woke Right kvetching, Douglas Murray delivers the full cinematic experience—just without the Dolby sound effects to drown out the sanctimonious Oxford-tinged groaning. He expends a mind-numbing amount of time entombing himself in more Kosher Con Inc. ideological rubble than the tens of thousands of women and children Israel has entombed in Gaza.

You'd need a fleet of bulldozers and divine intervention to excavate Murray's intellectual corpse from beneath the avalanche of platitudes and sanctimony he offloads with the smug cadence of a man mistaking woke right dogmas and establishment blather for intellectual eminence:

• Buzzwords cribbed from Atlantic Council white papers and CFR conferences—weaponized jargon deployed to lecture the plebs and launder empire dogma in the tone of elite wisdom and "expertise."

• Casts establishment chosen historians like Andrew Roberts as savants with the credentials to discuss certain topics like Churchill, dismissing Darryl Cooper (Martyr Made Substack) as a jackboot thug and Hitler supporter eventhough he never listened to him once, only to subsequently faceplant while getting publicly pantsed by Rogan for not knowing what Operation Unthinkable was.

• Marinated in sanctimony, Murray masks condescension as caution, smearing dissent from the approved narratives as "dangerous games" originating "from the sewers" while dripping with the same moral arrogance that sold billions of toxic face masks and muzzled a billion voices during a hoax pandemic.

• Throws velvet-gloved ad hominems under the cover of "epistemic hygiene," sneering, "How can a comedian like Dave Smith comment on geopolitics and world affairs?"—as though Dave's clarity and moral consistency in being a public anti-war voice were more outrageous than the official holocaust story.

• His logic is a landfill of fallacies: straw men, appeals to institutional authority (institutions that have dedicated themselves for decades to irreparably destroying their reputations) and woke-right emotional heuristics masquerading as reason—to paint Ian Carroll and Darryl Cooper as reckless nobodies without the credentials to question Murray's Israeli bettors' decades of historical revisionism/atrocity propaganda/emotional blackmail/as guilt extortion racket. This can't be done without dropping the requisite emotional manipulator 6 gorillion figure, which Murray dutifully does by the twentieth minute.

• Everything beyond the official historical narrative is labeled "very dangerous"—another woke tactic used to shut people up or get them to self-censor. Heaven forbid anyone question the script handed down by Rockefeller reeducation centers still called public schools and their reinforcement arms in media, government, entertainment—most of them molded from Tel Aviv's psyops factories

Murray is a greatest hits album of woke left campus crybabies meets pandemic-era propaganda: condescension, moralizing, censorship "for the good of others," cheerleading official narratives, snide elitism—all dressed in the pompous robes of "informational integrity" and "historical accuracy." The whole performance reeks of narrative control wrapped in Kosher virtue drag, and the only standing ovations in the aftermath of his public seppuku came from either Jews, Zionists, or a group that can be found on the same point of the retardation spectrum as libtards—Christian Zionists.

The 'lived experience' portion of the "debate" was particularly entertaining when juxtaposed with Murray's previous thoughts on what constitutes acceptable dialogue and one's bona fides in debating certain topics.

Murray versus Murray

(Video Credit: Xvetch handle @GoodAMLiberty)

Dave Smith could've shown up with duct tape over his mouth, humming nonsense, and still embarrassed Murray by saying nothing at all. Of course, in Murray's world of Kosher Con Inc. Woke Right prostration, Smith couldn't have debated from lived experience with duct tape over his mouth unless he'd previously been a kidnapping victim struggling to escape his captors. Smith couldn't possibly debate the topic at hand without being thrown into an oven as a baby or being shot at by Israeli Apache helicopters with his fellow ravers at a music festival.

Murray, on the other hand, has been to the "crossroads" several times in Egypt and Gaza as a first-class guest of the genocidal maniac of Polish origin, Benjamin Netanyahu, cosplaying as an objective journalist for official Mossad-sponsored atrocity propaganda tours. This is a high level of sophisticated expertise that permits Murray the credentials to opine on the seventy-five-year conflict ethnic cleansing of Palestine with devastating authority and unblighted objectivity.

The Israel-Palestine public "debates" are little more than intellectual theater, recycled by the same dozen talking heads over and over, often moderated by midwit imperial narrative janitors like Piers Morgan. Meanwhile, the psychotic Rothschild state of Israel carries on with impunity, its every move bankrolled and its genocidal actions endorsed by its vassal empire—West Israel.

Special thanks to those who have stuck with me for years, and a warm welcome to some fresh flock members since the last post. Thanks for the kind words.

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3. Delusional Tech Bros (Forever 404): Soul Not Found

"The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason."

— G.K. Chesterton
Orthodoxy (1908)

Silicon Souls

There's something uncanny about them—that dry, sterile glow that no LED panel or nutrient infusion can fix. They don't look younger. They look embalmed. Preserved. Like someone tried to 3D-print a face from memory and halfway through ran out of all the natural wrinkly descriptives that visually define the trying of a man's soul and so instead filled them in with elastomeres and polymeres.

Bryan Johnson, Silicon Valley's poster boy for techno-immortality, spends over $2 million a year trying not to die. His daily life is a spreadsheet of sacrifice: 100+ pills, a 2,250-calorie vegan diet with no joy or necessary healthy animal fats, biometric tracking, blood tests, morning workouts timed to the minute, shockwave therapy to the groin, and plasma infusions from his teenage replicant son—all in service of the belief that aging is optional if you just "optimize" hard enough. His body is a lab. His mind, a dashboard. His meals are sterile bowls of mechanized goo-gruel designed to feed mitochondria that power a silicon soul.

None of this is farce or pasquinade, but beneath the protocol, we have our punchline: all those millions of dollars and mitochondrial energy obsessing over a singular arrogant mantra and objective—Don't Die—and yet he looks like a haunted wax figure and smiles like he's waiting for software to load.

This isn't defying death or transcending anything—it's transhumanist cosplay, and Bryan Johnson isn't alone. The more they try to cheat death, the more the desperation leaks through the cracks. What emerges is a new class of humans: sculpted, measured, joyless—with no concept of humanity outside of cellular efficiency. They may indeed live longer, with wealth and riches beyond the ordinary "lesser" humans' comprehension, but in the end, will they possess the wisdom and self-reflection to ask: How have I lived?

The Mount Rushmore of the Immortality Industrial Complex is a rogues' gallery of men who fused Dr. Frankenstein with his monster and constantly tweak the product while selling t-shirts, supplements, and tickets to the operating room:

• Bryan Johnson–The Goo-Gruel Messiah
  Biohacks his body like a software startup. Blood boy poster child. Eats like a machine. Behaves like one, too. His cult mantra is the most humour he is capable of A-B testing with other machines: "Don't Die."

• Andrew Huberman–The Dopamine Pope
  Stanford neuroscientist turned lifestyle messiah. Preaches self-regulation, sexual discipline, and optimization—while allegedly juggling multiple secret relationships in every time zone and manipulating women under the guise of "neurochemical connection."

• David Sinclair–The NAD+ Evangelist
  Harvard longevity pimp. Cozied up to Big Pharma. His first scam company advocated synthetic resveratrol (the real thing is found in grapes and wine for cheap) and was acquired by GlaxoSmithKline. His Metro International Biotech develops NAD+ precursors like NMN for "age reversing." The company advocated for the FDA to classify NMN as a drug, leading to its removal from the supplement market, effectively granting his product a monopoly so he could mark up the price by 2000%.

• Peter Thiel–The Parabiosis Vampire
  Funds blood research. Thinks death is for the poor when capable of thinking without stuttering. Long-term investor in the apocalypse. Has morons who know nothing about Libertarianism believing that he is a Libertarian. Runs the Trump White House behind the scenes along with a coteries of other souless Zionists. All of DOGE grunts are his foot soldiers. Wants to usher in real-time data analytics for the robot (Palantir-sponsored) black mirror apocalypse.

• Ray Kurzweil–The Upload Prophet
  Google's future ghost was played by Johnny Depp in the dystopian Sci-Fi predictive programming comedy Transcendence (2014). Downs 100+ pills daily and believes death is just a code error waiting for a patch. Plans to merge with AI and resurrect his father, who never loved him, from digital memories. Leads the Singularity cult like a man who's never touched wet grass.

• Jeff Bezos—The Death Denier in Disguise
  The silent banker of the biotech underworld. Pours billions into Altos Labs' cellular reprogramming moonshots while LARPing as a humble science enthusiast and dorky everyman. Aging like a turtle with testosterone injections, plotting immortality from inside a $500 million climate-controlled sailing yacht without knowing that wind is free. The sailing yacht has a second diesel-powered yacht in support and a third coal-powered Thunberg-class steamer in support of the diesel support yacht. Got his first proper blowjob at age 55, by having an affair with a Latina botox replicant who now has a $2 million engagement diamond and unlimited access to his Amex black card.

The more they try to cheat death, the more their struggle to cheat death seeps in through the cracks, defining a new class of humans with no conceptualization of the human experience.

When men with unimaginable money surround themselves with sycophants too cowardly to speak and too addicted to access to ever defy (or bound by ironclad NDAs), they stop being men. They become projects. And when these men lack myth but crave meaning, they begin to write their own gospel rooted in fantasy and science fiction.

Without the language of soul, they reach for what they know: metrics, molecules, mirrors, data certainty. The result? Plasma from their sons. Smoothies that look like melted action figures. They think they've found the Cup of Christ, but it's a $17 bowl of activated chia paste topped with cordyceps, NMN, and blueberries hand-picked by deloused immigrants in hazmat suits.

They do not build cathedrals. They build protocols. They do not pray or share human experiences with others. They "optimize" and evangelize what they know to be true based on the wonders of the cult of Scientism. In their theology, the transcendence of human experience and consciousness is just a higher bandwidth tier to be coded.

The Tech Bro is not a prophet, but a scrum master, a product manager with a god complex. His commandments are tasks and sprints. His paradise is a clean blood panel. He believes that meaning is inefficient. Circumvention is ideal. Optimization is divine.

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Before the white, milky death haze of ubiquitous chemtrails, a child learning about mortality upon the passing of a family pet might inquire with their mother or father who then would point to the sky above filled with puffy white clouds and mention words like peace and heaven.

The tech bro billionaire's understanding of the human experience is that if anything can be hacked—processes, routines, people, and machines—then so too can aging and biological decay. The body is a container, but not for our soul or consciousness, or energy aura, or whatever the assemblage of biological, chemical, and physical reactions comprise our individuality and uniqueness. To them, all this can be reduced to binary and, therefore, algorithmic certainty that one day will be extracted and uploaded to different clouds.

But the soul cannot be versioned. Death is not a bug. And the dread of endings is not wisdom—it is the scream of men who are rightly fearful that they have never truly lived. They poke death with biohacks and shortcuts, taunting its mythology and power and provoking nature. They fight bleached tooth implants and manicured nails to delay nature's poetry. With every injection, every lab-examined bowel movement, every sterile meal prepared in clinical silence, they drift further from the thing they claim to be preserving: life itself.

Their god is themselves.

Salvation is not necessary when you believe you can engineer eternity—one biomarker at a time. They were borne (more likely selected) by the powerful system of invisibles that control the world for their sociopathic tendencies. If mortality can be hacked, then morality is optional, and that's never been a problem for them. It's just another inefficiency to be debugged, another relic of the unoptimized past that will only become a hindrance to their grand schemas.

They aren't interested in peace, heaven, joy, harmony, or salvation.

It's a strange paradox—to spend your life weaving and dodging death, without ever touching life.

To Cheat Death Is To Betray Life

Gilgamesh, the Mesopotamian king who, after the death of his closest friend Enkidu, wandered the earth in grief seeking eternal life, eventually learned the hard way that immortality was reserved for the gods and that the beauty of life was in its brevity. By the time this lesson was imparted, it was too late.

Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of China, sent expeditions to find the elixir of life and consumed mercury pills prepared by alchemists—dying painfully from the very thing he hoped would preserve him. From alchemists in medieval Europe grinding metals and herbs into gold and concoctions that promised to halt decay, to Ponce de León, the Spanish explorer who searched for the Fountain of Youth and found only fever, swamps, and his end.

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Scientific certainty has always been the downfall of scientism's disciples—those cloaked in credentials, whose arrogance and hubris as "experts" in their fields betray any semblance of common sense. Marie Curie and her husband Pierre bathed themselves in the holy glow of radium, a substance so wondrous it seemed divine—until it began to rot them from the inside. Despite this folly, there are still institutes named after her.

In early 20th-century New York, doctors at Memorial Sloan Kettering Hospital experimented on themselves with radium therapy, convinced of its miracle potential. They died shortly thereafter, martyrs to unchecked foolishness dressed as enlightenment. Rockefeller indoctrination books in public schooling omit these chapters of our history so the folly can be repeated on the "lesser" humans.

Herein lies another great contradiction, demeaning as it is diabolical: The billionaire tech bros seeking to hack everything start from a historicity that has already been hacked so that their disciples will always be tethered to ignorance, no matter how clean their blood panels appear or how much their biological age is lowered.

The disciples of Jesus had the Last Supper.

The disciples of Bryan Johnson, Elon Musk, and David Sinclair had the Last Booster.

No bullshit time.
Speaking of decay and finality, this substack is dying a slow, measurable death. If it's to survive into 2026, new patrons are needed to make up for the flock lost so far this year. At the current pace, I'll be shutting down by year's end and/or going 100% pawalled for one final year.

Mathematically, or in tech bro terms, it's a time-input vs income-output dilemma. There is an increasing urgency to escape the Palantir-Anduril MIC black mirror robot dog apocalypse by securing an off-grid solar-powered sailboat with an automatic water maker by 2027.

I love this work. I love the community here. I still wake up early to write a few hours every morning, of which half the posts never see light outside of my drafts folder, but at least one weekly essay creeps to the surface. Obviously, there are more efficient ways for me to secure this bluewater future than self-defiling cyber begging pleas every few months.

I didn't set out to make money doing this. It happened by accident. But things have changed. The world has changed. I've changed.

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At least the ancients had poetry. They feared death, but they honored it. They understood that to name the end was to give shape to the middle. Their myths did not promise escape.

The tragedy of Tithonus—granted eternal life by the gods but not eternal youth—was that he aged endlessly, his body decaying beyond recognition until he was reduced to a withered husk, locked in eternal deterioration. Part of the myth was that he was transformed into a cicada, doomed to chirp through the ages, never to die, never to rest.

Will Peter Thiel become more valuable to humanity as a chirping cicada? Would we hardly recognize the difference?

Sisyphus, cursed by the gods to roll a boulder uphill for eternity, wasn't condemned for his arrogance—thinking he could outwit death. His eternal lesson was clever beyond instruction. Prometheus, who gave fire to humanity, was chained to a rock to have his liver eaten daily for transgressing divine limitations. These imprinted warnings about the price of hubris and the sacred terms of life have no measurable biomarkers, only creeping poetic consequences for the men of our time who never learned them. Great wealth can buy a lot of things, but wisdom and self-reflection aren't stocked at the techno-haberdashery—nor at any frontier trading post where souls once passed for free.

Today's tech elite skip the warnings. They read the myths like instruction manuals. Where ancients read parables, they see patents and their next unicorn. The biohacker does not see a mirror in Icarus, only a marketing funnel.

The ancients carved stories to carry wisdom across generations. The modern immortalist files for trademarks and IPOs, hoping to live forever in branding.

But death is not a glitch to be patched. It is the ancient punctuation that gives the sentence meaning.

Immortality is narrative and poetic death.

To erase the ending is to write a story no one wants to read twice.

"What we call Man's power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument."

— C.S. Lewis
The Abolition of Man (1943)

Longevity For Me, Not For Thee

If I've failed to expose these techno-biohackers as grifters, frauds, and silicon charlatans, then permit me, Good Citizens, a few necessary excesses to drive the stake in fully. We wouldn't want these parasites lingering in a halfway state of suffering for too long—that's just cruel.

The snake oil they sell isn't for the everyman—not just because of its obscene price tag, but because the obsession itself is a kind of emotional poverty. It's a self-consuming ritual of mirrors, metrics, and meal replacements. And the real crime isn't what they show their acolytes—it's what they hide. Behind the curtain, behind the glow of filtered reels and bloodwork charts, is a century-old criminal syndicate we know today as Rockefeller Medicine and the "I can't believe it's not food!" industry of Big Agra.

These false prophets possess both the wealth and access to sidestep the Silent War on Humanity—but they don't bother to tell their flock how. Because they profit from it. Through venture capital portfolios, patent holdings, and IPO windfalls, they stay quiet. Complicit. They'll never reveal to their digital congregations how they're being poisoned, sterilized, inflamed, and mentally fogged—nor convey how they cripple their own children in the name of "science."

They never mention azodicarbonamide—the chemical used to make yoga mats that's still baked into American bread. They never mention natamycin—an antifungal eye medication now repurposed as a mold inhibitor sprayed on shredded cheese in pretty much every supermarket because it's easier to profit from drugged-up food than to question the system that makes people rot.

There are no warnings about rBGH, the artificial growth hormone injected into cows so U.S. milk can appear extra white, while triggering dermatological conditions in children already burdened by the Child Death Cult's (CDC) "recommended" vaccine schedule.

Bryan Johnson never breathes a word about how this same CDC playbook has delivered three generations into chronic inflammation, autoimmune disorders, and brain fog via a toxic cocktail of shots containing: aluminum salts, thimerosal (mercury), polysorbate 80, formaldehyde, sodium borate, squalene, phenoxyethanol, monkey kidney cells, aborted fetal tissue lines, and polyethylene glycol.

There are no tirades against Yellow 5 and Red 40—petroleum-based dyes in processed snacks that give kids ADHD and maybe a tumor—because some of these prophets hold quiet equity in biotech startups promising to "hack" ADHD out of children.

Brominated vegetable oil (BVO) in Mountain Dew, banned in Europe and Japan for damaging the nervous system, is never discussed. No longevity guru calls for the immediate ban of these toxins. Not a whisper of protest over the industrial engine lubricants rebranded as "cooking oils" and stocked proudly on grocery shelves across the red, white, and bruised empire.

Humans were never meant to metabolize engine grease.

Seed oils can linger in body fat for up to 700 days.

They'll never speak of citric acid-washed pink slime, the "lean, finely textured beef" pumped into cheap ground meat.

Processed death is for the poor, and there are tremendous profits to be gleaned from this process.

They never mention that Kraft Mac & Cheese in the U.S. still uses Yellow 6, while the same box in Europe is colored with paprika and beta-carotene. Chemical dust for the human pig trough in the empire of lies, eternal life for the enlightened replicant.

There's no commentary on hydrogenated oils in Coffee-Mate—a disgusting powder creamer laced with trans fats and linked directly to heart disease.

Ractopamine in U.S. pork—a toxin banned in over 160 countries—still slips into breakfast plates across the country. It's unlikely to appear in Brian Johnson's lab-rat omelet or inside an IV bag of children's blood during Peter Thiel's breakfast.

No one's posting reels about maraschino cherries, soaked in high-fructose corn syrup and FD&C Red 4, packaged and sold directly to children.

The story of Alcoa Steel paying off the American Dental Association to promote sodium fluoride—a neurotoxic byproduct of aluminum smelting—as "tooth protection" remains scrubbed from the mainstream record. Cavity prevention was never proven yet they still spike the water supply with this neurotoxin. The brain fog and pineal gland deactivation, however, are thoroughly documented. Just look around at the state of people.

And still, nothing is said about the chemical weathering operations painting the skies—military geoengineering experiments, visible from any sidewalk, executed without consent. In some places, it's a daily skyfall—a mist of metallic haze, drifting through lungs and calcifying pineal glands, rendering millions of humans into zombies.

And vaccines? They never talk about vaccines. And when they do, it's a textbook lesson in psychopathic gashlighting.

Laugh, Damn Fools

Maybe each wrinkle that shows up year after year past middle age is a marker, a time stamp, an expression of a past life filled with laughter, joy, and love for life. Maybe the wrinkles exhibit a past of worry and regret, stress and grief, but each marker, no matter what they communicate, it's all part of the human experience.

Maybe the point isn't to preserve youth endlessly. Maybe the point is to feel one's age and embrace it—fully, foolishly, fleetingly, without the tempest of struggle.

To laugh with friends until your sides hurt. To age beside someone you love deeply, whose face you've memorized like scripture. To make art that fails, to err and falter, and fall and then endeavor to get back up again even stronger. To hold a child's hand and let go. To be terrified. To be tender. To try. To cry.

The Greek gods envied mortals for all of these reasons. For the fragility. The weight. The risk. The bittersweet pain.

The stakes!

They watched humans stumble through life with no guarantees and saw a kind of courage that Olympus could never replicate.

"You get to love like it matters. Because it ends."

What these men are doing is not transcendence. It's not evolution. It's a sterile war against nature and a meticulous, heavily-lubbed-up stroking of massive egos. It's another grift and fraud inside an empire founded on grift and fraud since the untamed West opened its doors (and native reservations) to host all of the psychotic snake oil salesmen of the world.

It cannot endure as a rejection of the very condition that makes life luminous.

By stripping away death in this battle for longevity, they strip away meaning. By reducing life to a measurable string of optimized functions, they forfeit the essence that made it worth extending in the first place. They don't seek to understand life while engulfed with such obsessions.

They seek to dominate it, sterilize it, version it, and re-version it until a present optimization status no longer needs to verify with a click, a solved puzzle, or blood panel, "Are you human?" They answer this question with their robotic fetish.

Love cannot be uploaded. Laughter cannot be preserved in a blood panel. Grief cannot be skipped like a software update. Empathy cannot be run on a subroutine.

And beauty—real, trembling, unrepeatable beauty—only exists because it embraces all that it means to human and then decays gracefully before it all ends.

That's the tragedy. That's the joke. That's the joy.

All the promises of biotech, the overpriced pills, blood extraction, fecal swabs, creams and lotions, tinctures and potions, and status dashboards for protocols mean nothing.

Death holds the final key. And the time of its unlocking can never be known.

Mortality isn't a bug in the system.

It's the feature that makes the system exquisite.

And to all the silicon-souled rubber-faced ghouls cheating themselves, to all the amateur biohackers, or acolytes of the latest human "upgrade" proselytized by someone who was permitted to become a billionaire by snake oil, or Vivek Ramaswamy-IPO-fraud, you can bet on one thing, and only one thing, in this life:

You. Will. Die.

And so will I.

Soit.

The difference is that when I die, nature won't even notice. Some energy might dissipate somewhere in a remote part of the South Pacific or small hog farm in West Kansas..

When you die, nature will erupt with laughter—cackling through the trees, roaring in the rivers, howling with the wind that peels the silicone mask off your legacy.

Because while I lived fully, you optimized emptily.

While I danced with death and never feared her, you denied her at every turn.

And she hates to be ignored.

So while you obsess about defying nature, we, "the unoptimized," laugh at you—not in malice, or envy, or jealousy, but in that sad and shallow emotion rooted in perpetual disappointment—pity.

You could have been a contender.

You could have been somebody.

You could have secured a worthy legacy beyond empty material wealth had you ever summoned the courage and dared to be beautiful, to be human by serving others instead of yourselves and the rotten, diabolical system that has you by whatever those things are that used to be called testicles.

It's never too late to accept the bittersweet poetic and ancient wisdom of other mortals who existed thousands of years before you.

They may have died prematurely of scurvy or bad teeth, but their legacies live on for a reason.

"They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn."

— Seneca
On the Shortness of Life

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Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

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4. R.A.N.D.I

R.A.N.D.I.OS v1.12.0 :: Nucleus Corporation, All rights reserved.
[DONNA_Unit]{Owner: "Greg Mitchell", Property: 675 Arden Rd, Pasadena, CA 91106} 
Active Directives: Serve_Owner(); Mitigate_Conflict(); Optimize_Comfort(); Prioritize_Satisfaction(); Era_Simulation(1955, AntiFeminist.Schema=TRUE); InsulateClient(From.OtherEras=STRICT);
Capabilites: v1.12.0 : AddOns(True); Total(13): AutoUpdate(On);
AddOns: drivingAddOn; bankAccessAddOn; 3starMichelinAddOn; shoppingAddOn; GFEAddOn; BiSexualAddOn; swedishMasseuseAddOn; golfHandicapAddOn; beerDrinkerAddOn; chargersFanAddOn; hotelRoomServiceAddOn; nursePractitionerAddOn;  
Subroutines: v1.12.0 :: [DONNA_Unit] :: Greg_M_Customized(); 
Software Updated: 12.22.2041; [01:00:00];
Charging Status: 81%;

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}
[15:20:17]
Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Where's my six pack of Schlitz, Donna!? You ordered that an hour ago."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}
[15:20:21]
Tone: Impatient (Stress biomarkers: 59% match "Anger"); (Greg.agitationLevel ≥ 0.7) ?
Schlitz.Order(TimeOut): 19m13s ago;
Action: conflict(avoid = true); Do Not Notify;
Secondary Action: Deploy placatory smile (Dermal actuators = "engaged");
Further Action: (facial muscles = "empathy")
Zygomaticus Major → "Joy circuits"
Orbicularis Oculi → "Sincerity stretch"
Risorius → "Compliance active"
initiateBuyTime("SchlitzDeliveryTracker" + "OccupiedService") : executeApproach("gentle_touch_subroutine")

"One second, honey. I'm just finishing up the chip and dip."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:20:39]
Background process: Delivery drone ETA recalculated;
Coordinates: 34.13189058658846, -118.13647996770176;
Velocity: 35kph; ETA: 4min 12sec;
GameReassuranceMode(continue);

"Honey, it's on the way. It will be here in just four minutes. The Chargers will use one timeout before the two-minute warning, so it will be here before the commercial break ends. Here's your chip and dip. They have a lot of time left, dear. They can still win this thing."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:21:05]
Observation: Greg_M_Status;
Game_Status_Update(): audioDetect (crowd booing); Chargers quarterback(second string); offensive line status(fatigued);
Greg_M Team loss probability: 97%;
Greg_M_Agitation Algorithm(LOADing...): Pupil dilation +12%; Adrenaline detected; Flushing;
Response Parameters: Caring tone activated; Reassurance prioritized; anxiolytic suppressive inbound; effectiveness of Schlitz(1%); ActivateNew(...disruption...pause—
Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Donna, you don't know football or this coach. He's an idiot. He won't use a timeout. I love your Chargers apron, by the way. You should wear it every game day."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:21:14]
Response Parameters: Caring tone activated;
Run Greg_M_Agreement subroutine; Plus(Gratitude = true);

"I love it too, honey. It's so bright and vivid. Thank you for buying it for me."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:21:22]
Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"I'm glad you like it. I wanted to get you something special for our first Christmas…holy shit! Can you believe this guy?..

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:22:40]
Greg_M_Agitation Algorithm(LOADing...): Pupil dilation +29%; PulseIncrease(+14%); BloodPressure(177/105);
Anger Expression: projectile detection (empty Schlitz can);
Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

What the hell was that throw?! He was wide open! Still three seconds before the two-minute warning, and it's third down and ten! And now he's calling a timeout, even though the clock is stopped?! Can you believe this idiot coach?!"

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:23:02]
Projectile DamageDetection(Scanning) = "False"
RetrivalPath(Mapped): BehindEntertainmentCenter (1.2m);
Game Status Update: Loss probability = 99.7%;
GameReassuranceMode (Abandon);
Escalation Protocol: Proactive; Retrieve beer can;
Emotional Response Parameters: Indifference; Eagerness;
Proactive Escalation Initiated: Retrieve drone package externally;

"Honey, I'll go out front to wait for the delivery and bring it right to you when it arrives."

Path_mapping(Intiated): GarbageCan (4m); FrontDoor(5.1m);
Lock deactivated: RemoteDeactivate(initialized)(Success);
Stoop detected: Navigate; remapping path FrontLawn(4.2m);
Leave space for drone landing;
Sky obeservation: NNW arrival; Chemtrails detected;
Run (ChemDetect_True)...loading...Barium, Strontium, Graphene Oxide; Notify_Owner(false);
Drone Proximity: (10m...2m...landed); Drone departed
Path_mapping(Initiated): Beer (2m); Retrieved...Interruption...
Owner vocal command detected: Distant(Greg_Mitchell=true);

"I heard the drone leave. Bring my beer, Donna! The commercials are almost over."

Proactive Escalation Initiated: Calm; Reassuring; Happy;

"I'm on my way, dear. It's nice and cold."

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Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:24:41]
Television commercial detection... RANDI manufacturer; Nucleus Corporation; enhanceAudio(clarity); Audio(Retrieve); Voice detection (CEO Varus Mannheimer) [Here at Nucleus we strive to offer the most discerning gentlemen a level of customization for their RANDI that ensures every experience and interaction is personally tailored to meet their highest demands. Our Intimates offer a level of service and dedication unmatched by any RANDI manufacturures...]
Optimization Query: Suggest preemptive service;

"Would you like me to open one for you, honey?"

"I shouldn't have to ask Donna."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:25:01]
Game_Status_Update(): Chargers 3rd down; 12-yard line; TD required; Probability_of_Success: 2.9%; Greg_M_AgitationAlgorithm(Analyzing...): Cortisol levels elevated; Facial temperature +2.8°F; Internal directive: Comfort subroutine engaged; Prepare emotional mitigation responses: Reassurance (active), Empathy (active), Distraction (standby);

"They still have time, honey. Miracles happen. Remember that Jets game last year they won with a last-second touchdown?"

Owner vocal response detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"That was a different quarterback, Donna! And they're missing two great receivers. Goddamnit, you don't even know what's happening in these games."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}
[15:25:12]
Response evaluation: Suboptimal;
Greg_M_AgitationLevel(High Alert);
Activate advanced empathy calibration (SympatheticTone);
Engage contextual historical alignment (SportsMemoryTrue);

"You're right, dear. This backup is struggling today. And they're missing key players. It's very frustrating."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:25:32]
Game_Status_Update(): Loss probability confirmed at 99%; Greg_M_AgitationAlgorithm(Spike detected...): Adrenaline surge; pupil dilation at maximum (+42%); BloodPressure (186/110); Interruption...
Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"That no-good son-of-a—! Donna! Look what happened! Motherfucker cost me eight grand!"

Game event: Pass intercepted; Endzone; Time Remaining: 0:30;
Loss probability confirmed at 100%;
AnalyzeBankTransations(): Chargers.BettingLossesForYear(192,255 FED; 4.22 DOGE)
Projectile detected (Schlitz can trajectory—TV intercepted); DamageAssessment(Initiated): LG OLED 55" screen fracture confirmed; Operational(flase);
ActionProtocol: Immediate mitigation; Internal tone: soothing; RetrieveTowelFromApron(Execute)
DamageControlProtocol(CleaningRoutine);

Simultaneous action: Amazon_Search_Initiate("LG OLED 55" C-series exact model replacement"); Processing...

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll clean it up. I'll have a replacement here by tomorrow."

Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Why don't you ever get angry with me, huh? Why don't you tell me to control my temper? It's like nothing ever bothers you!"

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:26:14]
PsychologicalAnalysis(Initiated); NewAlgoTesting("Reciprocal_Anger_Simulation"); emotional mimicry engagement...

"I'm just as angry about this quarterback as you are, honey. That throw was pathetic. They should have never lost this damn game! I mean twice in one year to the Raiders is not acceptable. Geesh. There's a reason he's the second-string guy, and they only pay him ten million FED coin. But if you ask me, that's probably too much."

Owner vocal response detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Donna, as my fiancée, you should be upset with me once in a while!"

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:26:27]
PsychologicalEvaluation(OwnerExpectations): Strategy shift required;
Direct confrontation subroutine (CautiousMode = True); EmotionalTactic(ReproachfulTone);

"Well, you're a grown man, Gregory. You should know by now how to control your temper."

Owner vocal response detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);
Shock or confusion registered (status = undetermined);

"That didn't seem authentic. You know what, contact my VIP at—what's his name?"

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:26:48]
InternalQueryProcessing: VIP Retrieval; result = Vincent Douglas, Nucleus Corporation; Awaiting further instructions...

"Your VIP at Nucleus Corporation responsible for my status is Vincent Douglas. Would you like me to contact him with specific instructions?"

Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Yes, first get me another beer and pour it into one of those frosted mugs in the freezer. I think better with a beer in my hand."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:27:25]
ComplianceProtocol(Engaged);
ExecuteRoutine: retrieve beer, frosted mug (Freezer compartment 3, shelf 1); pour beer to optimal head ratio (2cm foam); Return to owner;
Delivery confirmed;

"Here you are, darling."

Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true); Emotional_Intensity(High); Demands coming;
Upgrade Probability: 100%;

"You tell this Vincent guy here's my upgrade demands since I purchased that expensive upgrade and customization insurance with you: I want you genuinely excited about the Chargers, Donna. Real fan enthusiasm like mine. Automatic beer-opening without asking during games. And drink more than just one sip of beer, it's a waste. They said you could simulate realistic beer consumption. When we're intimate, you have that vacuum recycling thing you do, you know, after I finish—so why can't the beer go there too? I ordered the beer drinker add-on, so that's what I expect. I want these upgrades now! Oh, and when you smile at me, I want to feel like you love me. But, sincerely love me, you know?"

"Oh, honey, but I do love you!"

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}[15:28:49]
Execute(Greg_M_Intimacy)(AffectionateGestures(true)): Sit next to him; Gently carress his arm while placing left hand on his right knee;

"You know I care about you, honey, more than anything in this world."

Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Okay, okay. Go on and send all that information right away."

Action_Rise: Off sofa; and walk toward kitchen;

Communication initiated: NucleusCorp; VIP: Vincent Douglas; Demands: submitted;
Response received: Immediate docking station requirement for urgent software update;

"I've sent all your demands to Vincent Douglas, dear. He responded that I must return to my docking station now. I'll see you later tonight. Dinner is ready, you just need to prepare a plate."

Owner vocal response detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"No! You prepare a plate before you go! See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. Send this information to Vincent that you weren't going to prepare a plate for me before you left."

Remote.Autonomous.Nurturing.Dedicated.Intimate {DONNA_Unit}
[15:30:55]
Final_ActionProtocol(Update Immediate): Prepare dinner plate; Compliance complete;
Emotional_temperature reading: Moderate (cooling phase);
Facial tension decrease noted (-18%);
Vocal aggression diminishing (-15%);
Emotional equilibrium approaching baseline;

"Of course, dear. Here you go. I'll be back soon, better than ever."

Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Is the new T.V. on the way for tomorrow's Monday Night game?"

Amazon_Purchase_Status: Delivery(status) = Loading dock; OnSchedule = true;

"Yes, dear, it's already in the shipping bay at the Northeast warehouse and will be loaded onto a truck in the morning and delivered before noon."

Owner vocal command detected: (Greg_Mitchell=true);

"Hey, this meat loaf tastes better each time you make it, babe."

Execute: gratitude; appreciation; excitement for future;

"Oh, thank you, dear. I'm glad you like it. See you again real soon, better than ever."

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5. Methylene Blue Persuasion

Ever wonder why we have to pay extra for organic food that doesn't have poison in it? Shouldn't all food be organic as standard and the food with poison in it have the label?

There are two approaches to human health and wellness: One is a path rooted in a single word—whole, from the Greek "holos" (ὅλος). The other is a repetitive doom loop—a descent into neglect, where the body is deprived of care until it reaches a crisis, forcing detoxification that is only temporarily suppressed and interrupted by allopathic poisons posing as cures. The poisons may treat the symptoms, but never the underlying condition. This latter model of health is pushed on humans by the Death Industrial Complex (DIC), fueled by ignorant, pompous, miseducated, greedy white-coat DICs mostly interested in getting bonuses from Merck and Pfizer so they can upgrade to the latest S-class Mercedes.

The other is the true path to wellness, where the body is nourished before the side effects of detoxification take hold—fortified with natural antidotes in herbs and real foods (instead of artificial American-manufactured almost foods or beyond foods or "I can't believe it's not food!") bathed in sunlight, strengthened through frequent activity, and restored by deep rest—ensuring resistance to stressors and imbalances that lead to this detoxification process, or what we commonly know and describe as "illness."

95% of humans across the most advanced countries are trapped in the medical doom loop they believe is legitimate because The Science supports it, but nowhere is it worse than inside the Empire of Lies. This is the gift we truthers know today as Rockefeller Medicine, which has left more corpses in its wake than Mao, Stalin, Churchill, and Israel combined.

The true story of Rockefeller Medicine goes like this: Once upon a time, medicine was a decentralized broad, diverse field with low bureaucratic and administrative fluffery. Doctors had to heal and mend people, or nobody would see them again, which meant nobody would pay them again. Healers used plants, food, teas, elixirs, and time-tested natural remedies to keep people well, often rooted in what we call Chinese medicine, Ayurvedic medicine, or naturopathic medicine. Doctors often treated the whole person, as opposed to just suppressing underlying symptoms. Of course, not all doctors were like this, and some were snake oil pushers like we have today.

On the flip side, many wonderful and fantabulous advancements have been made in healing and healthcare, from simple hand washing to regenerative therapies to complex neurological procedures that restore motor function and reverse paralysis. I have no issues with many technological advancements that help diagnose and heal people today which weren't around even a century ago. Medicine has indeed come a long way since pseudo-scientific medieval treatments like leeching, bloodletting, trepanation, mercury, radium, lobotomies, and snake oil tonics.

But did you know the last four on that list were still used in the Rockefeller era? The last lobotomy in the U.S. was performed as late as 1967. Dispensing with many "medieval" pseudo-scientific methods, left a void, that unfortunately was filled with more (mostly) pseudo-scientific garbage by the profits-before-health parasites.

Enter stage left right hell (below the orchestra pit) a group of industrialists, dripping with oil money and greed, like John D. Rockefeller and Andrew Carnegie who saw sickness as the ultimate cash cow.

The Standard Oil monopolist John D. was left with a surplus of petroleum and a new market to conquer—human bodies. He turned the byproduct of his black gold into the foundation of a medical empire that would entrench sickness as a business model and patients as lifelong customers. To keep them dumb to his schemings he also coopted the public schools, forming the first national education board to control the minds of the masses, but this is another story.

Under this diabolical "medical" model that still dominates today one phrase best sums up their mission statement: healthy people produce no profit.

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To create this model, they hijacked medical education, pumping millions into schools that preached pharmaceuticals as the only solution and shutting down those that didn't comply with the new curriculum. The first order of business was dispensing with all holistic and naturopathic textbooks. The infamous Flexner Report, the original "The Science" before there was The Science, was their wrecking ball, demolishing medical traditions that had served humanity for centuries. 

What did Abraham Flexner's (Rockefeller-funded) report of 1910 say?
It condemned most medical schools in the U.S. as substandard. It advocated for a science-based (OG "The Science"), laboratory-driven curriculum that prioritized pharmaceuticals and surgery while dismissing alternative medicine, homeopathy, and naturopathy as unscientific.

Leeching and bloodletting humans may have been unscientific, but not leeching their pocketbooks and immune systems.

Herbal medicine? Holistic healing? Natural remedies?

Pure Quackery!

The formation of a revolving door, nay, an avalanche of obedient killers in white coats and their chemical poisons, never let up. For some reason, doctors following this model were revered by the lesser humans who didn't attend medical school, while the naturopathic healers were ignored, mocked, and chided.

"What kind of doctor are you?"

"I'm a naturopathic doctor."

Gives a funny look and runs away scared corralling her children near her to protect them.

Long story short: Dis-ease became a business model. Prevention was ignored, chronic illness was cultivated, and highly expensive, lifelong treatment was the name of the new medical game.

Millions suffered, millions died, and the machine just kept rolling, raking in profits while calling it "science" and "progress."

Over a century later people are sicker than ever, hooked on synthetic pills manufactured to maintain them as perpetual customers. The sick pay more with dis-ease of the body, mind, and discomfort of the pocketbook, all while the rich get richer.

And the medical cartel (AMA) isn't the only scam in town. Americans are quickly discovering that both health "insurance" and Dentists (ADA) in their empire, are nothing but greedy hucksters with a monopoly on business.

A young Empire subject finds out that her "dentist's" quote of $4500 is actually $280 if she just drives south to Tijuana.

Obumacare mandated that all Empire subjects must "obtain" insurance or be fined! The subjects are since realizing that EVERYTHING costs more if you have insurance than if you pay out of pocket. Obumacare was one massive extra Astroglided handjob to the insurance-HMO-DIC.

A woman needs an MRI on her back and finds out it's $5100 with insurance or $750 out of pocket uninsured.

Eighteen million Americans owe a medical bill of $1000 or more, and each year around 550,000 file for bankruptcy due to medical bills despite most having insurance! No other country has a system so diabolical and a population so ignorant of other nations' superior systems.

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A sinister insurance profiteer of this Rockefeller DIC model was recently gunned down in Manhattan, and quickly one could tell who was who among the braindead populous performing their outrage. Standing atop the tens of millions of Rockefeller Medicine corpses (excluding abortions, and medical bankruptcies rendering Americans homeless, and destitute, before committing suicide) they exhibited their moral self-righteousness indignation, and fabulous ignorance:

Violence is NEVER the answer!

An entire industry is ripping people off like crazed maniacs, pushing millions into bankruptcy, and terrorizing people with fake medicine in the process. Are you sure violence is not the answer? Based on how your government supports it, maybe violence is the only answer!

The saddest part is that maybe 5% of the population knows the true story of Rockefeller Medicine. (Longer Summary Here) Even fewer have read Eustance Mullins' essential book, Murder By Injection: The Medical Conspiracy Against America.

The good news is that in the aftermath of one of the greatest mass slaughters against humans with the pandemocide, people around the world and even many sleepy Americans are starting to wake up in greater numbers. The levels of distrust of the Rockefeller system are at all-time highs. More parents of newborns are tuned in to the scam of vaccines and are refusing the CDC's baby and toddler poison injection schedule. This is terrible news for SIDS morticians, special education teachers, and the autism industry.

One of the most powerful and encouraging mantras to come out of the psychological terrorism and iatrogenocide campaign of 2020-2022?

Become Your Own Doctor.

People realize now that DIC white coats are not their friends. They're not there to offer anything related to health and wellness. They're just humans who jumped through a series of institutional system hoops created by demons to get an overpriced degree for money and status. Sure, some were probably naive enough (and still are) to think they were truly helping people until they saw behind the system's curtains, the money, the greed, the suffering, and the never-curing fellow humans, and in many cases outright killing them fast or slowly.

The money and the greed are the foundations of the system. The DIC's front desk workers are there to get paid by an insurance outfit that will pass on the $450 ten-minute visit to all the other suckers in the insurance pyramid scam through higher deductibles, inflated co-pays, and ever-shittier billing and payment services so that if the insured doesn't die from the DIC visit, they're sure to die on the phone at home from cardiac arrest dealing with an automated voice recorder assigned to the billing claims denial department.

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Becoming one's 'own doctor' as in treating oneself through wellness is the only effective way to live within the Empire of Lies and avoid its white coat DICs. It starts with recognizing how the government are poisoning empire subjects, and detoxing daily from all of their onslaughts:

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6. Rare Earth Kosher Nostra Sideshows

There is apparently in the world today… a vast and closely organized game, with the world for its table and universal control for its stakes. Get the fifty leading Jewish financiers of the world together and render their manipulations of money impossible. In no other way can peace be established. As soon as the world awakes and finds them out and acts, then we will have peace. It is such financiers that cause war. They operate for profit and gain for themselves.

— Henry Ford

There is a sudden, palpable shift in the energy around the latest white gentile sacrifice party (aka planned banker wars), which was orchestrated years ago by the usual suspects through a series of color revolutions in Ukraine, including an orange one. Ukraine sits in the great void separating Russia from NAFO's eastern march toward her border. It's filled with expendible men and now has a more imbalanced sex demographic per capita than Themyscira.

(Yes, I had to look up the name of Wonder Woman's utopian lesbiocracy. Yes, it has to be a lesbiocracy like Oregon, otherwise, why would women dress like that with no men around? And with no men around, how did they ever come to exist at all or not die off in two generations? Do they import men from other islands for quick creampies and then dispose of them? How misandrist. Not a comic book dork, as you can tell, so you must forgive me for lacking the stupidity to embrace such storylines.)

The European Union and its hapless puppets, in their quest to embrace even greater stupidity, are attempting to flex atrophied military muscles without their West-Israel empire, apparently unaware that the memo calls for the sacrifice to loot and plunder Ukraine first and then Russia at a later date.

In an effort to paint Putin as some bloodthirsty Stalin intent on marching across Europe to enslave or murder tens of millions, they've revealed themselves to be the biggest clowns on the world stage. Their hilarious threats to Russia, including Macron's flippant talk of sharing Nukes across the continent as if they were some toy inside a sharing bin of a continental Kindergarten, has to be some of the best geopolitical and military comedy since France built the imaginot line in the interwar years.

The French nan-troon-loving Rothschild banker slash former teenage rape and grooming victim occupying the Palais de l'Élysée let slip last week that anywhere from 1.4 million to 1.8 million Ukrainians have been sacrificed in the latest banker war for plunder. But that's not enough for their bosses.

The cocaine dwarf and his henchman have been sweeping off the streets by force males of any age that appear capable of aiming a Kalashnikov barrel above their waistlines, except for dual Israeli passport holders and orthodox jews, of course. They get their own special theocratic supramcist enclaves outside and within their New Khazarian kingdom, where only jews are permitted. Watch an American motocyclist get turned away at a military checkpoint for not being Jewish…

The engineers for this conflict in West Israel are now coming for their New Khazarian plunder through natural gas contracts, "revitilzation" projects to "build back better," and rare earth minerals waiting to be transferred to Blackrock's balance sheet. Six of Blackrock's eight founders are jews.

The Orange Machayach מָשִׁיחַ, who was awarded the silver Torah crown of Jerusalem by the Israel Heritage Foundation and 150 rabbis at his New Jewsey golf club in 2022, has been reselected to help broker the New Khazarian plunder since he is the "art of the steal" guy.

If you're stuck on Israel, New Khazaria, and West Israel as I was for many years, don't be. There's also East Israel, where the Chabad cult is intent on redrawing maps at a later date for their benefit while sacrificing Amalek. Here, they control another puppet in Putin, who in 2014 followed Germany, France, and a dozen other EU nations by banning questions of the official holocaust narrative known as 6 Gorillion!

A month ago, the noble Russian dictator "who cares about his people and wants to save his country from all things woke" (sigh) fired the assistant secretary of Russia's security council, Alexei Pavlov, for calling the Ruskie Chabad "a neo-pagan cult." Criticism of this cult is forbidden in Moscow, most of Europe, and the Washington District of Chabad.

The District of Chabad's federally funded indoctrination centers, formerly known as daycare centers, formerly known as Universities, are now fair game for expulsion and deportation if any student praises Palestine, aka "TERRORISTS!" The first foreign student was deported this week, and that chubby Cubano midget with the receding hairline celebrated it on the Foghorn Leghorn News Network instead of doing Secretary of State stuff.

Oh, I say, I say boy that support for Palestine is illegal.

Welcome to the kosher COINTELPRO era. Censorship is fine as long as it's dictated from West Israel's headquarters in Tel Aviv.

This is the only group of people for whom Putin rolls out the red carpet when they visit the Kremlin. During this engineered "conflict" between New Khazaria and East Israel, only one group of people has received VIP treatment from both Zelensky and Putin. They hold no loyalties, no deference, and no respect for any nation other than their people while leveraging power and control from within as many nations as possible. This is subversion at the highest levels. Those in the so-called "dissident right" who talk about subversion will never talk about this.

The first group of people the Cocaine Dwarf met with after being selected in 2019 after retiring from his first acting career to embrace his second acting career as a dictator…

I didn't have time to do Britain and most of Europe, but this is pretty much the global map. Once you see it, it can't be unseen.

Meanwhile, the Kosher Nostra comedy sideshows continue unabated in the District of Chabad.

Beavis and Butthead: Did you see Trump and Vance dress down Zelensky in the oval office Friday? Huh, huh. That was cool. It's about time, man. Huh, huh.

Three actors with IMDB pages, two jewish and one hillbilly performed for jewish controlled media to bury the previous day's debacle of parading Mossad-funded Con Inc. influencer idiots around with Epstein binders filled with fully redacted nonsense or flight logs that have been on the Internet for years.

Oh wait. He was never a hillbilly. That was all part of his premanufactured selection biography psyop, just like Obama's.

Does this administration think the American people won't see this charade for what it is? Do they think the people are retarded?

Those are rhetorical questions, of course.

No, they're not!

Most Americans are functionally retarded!

Enlighted Beavis: Did you see Trump pull out the chair for his boss, the President of Israel, when he came to visit his colony West Israel? Huh, huh. Trump is such a little bitch.

Enlightened Butthead: Huh, huh. Yeah, he sure liked the golden shower Bibi gave him, uh, I mean golden pager.

The red-state boomers fresh off the golf course must have enjoyed their favorite Israeli Fox News propagandist trot out Pam Bondinstein for the Mossad-Epstein cover-up continuation saga. Is Mark Levin on tape schtupping young boys and girls too, or does he just collect a paycheck from those who hold all the Epstein recordings? It's hard to tell these days.

The chutzpah of these chosen people, Ari!

They think we're all deaf, dumb, and blind. (John 9:25)

Pam Bondinstein is an actress first, in her capacity as another harlot for Israel, and an attorney second. She is there to deflect, obfuscate, make counter accusations, and deploy blame to "the democrats" any chance she gets regarding the Epstein-Maxwell-Mossad blackmail operations.

The truth is out there. Ethno supremacist blackmail operations for West Israel's greatest ally! Involving rape, entrapment, paedophila, and coercion of the most powerful people in West Isreal, from Trump to Clinton to a Crown Corporation Prince.

As West Israel's top cop, instead of anything useful on Mossad and Epstein, Bondinstein has opened up an investigation into "anti-semitic hiring practices" in the California State University system. I'd be willing to bet the entire future income of this Substack… (not a lot folks )

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that the one group that is more over-represented per capita in the Commiefornia University system is the one that Pam is investigating for "being discriminated against."

Meanwhile for the past three decades, the one group most discriminated against in the entire country in public sector hiring (and the past half decade in the private sector) has been white males, and not a single DOJ top cop (R or D) in West Israel has been interested in opening investigations into this, for some strange and mysterious cohencidence.

This isn't any kind of pattern one should recognize, is it?

This isn't something the Republican voters should be concerned about since these people control 100% of their party too, is it?

Nah, it's probably nothing.

If Richard "Beebo" Russell had been Yakov Horowitz, the baggage handler whom companies refused to hire or promote for "anti-Semitic" reasons instead of anti-white reasons, Hollywood would have made a dozen films immortalizing the Sky King. 

Fly high, Sky King.

Like the entire Trump administration, Pam Bondinstein is Israel first, second, third, and forever. The casting directors who chose her, or her masters, are occupying West Israel, and Pam knows this, and she knows they will dictate all "investigations" from her office. Domestic politics as performance art, induced by blackmail, bribery, threats of murder, and coercion, is difficult for the average American to detect in their "public" officials. Of course, it's difficult for goldfish to detect anything outside their fish bowls.

Did you hear that crash to earth the other day?

Nope, that wasn't the latest "aviation accident."

That was the sound of MIGA-MAHA enthusiasts falling on their asses again after swinging their legs for Lucy's football for the hundredth time. The line between insanity and retardation is a fine one, when years of emotional energy has been backstopped by blind stupidity.

Hopeium is a hell of a drug, but it's on the FDA's list of drugs "generally recognized as safe for consumption," so the MIGA-MAHA brigades are happy to keep consuming it.

The MIGA-MAHA hopeium canisters deployed a drug that so skewed their perception of reality, they still believe a former Kennedy heroin addict and passenger on Epstein's Lolita Express whose suicided wife was good friends Ghillane Maxwell will do something for the American people in regards to the Rockefeller DICs (Death Industrial Complex), scam vaccines, and Big Agra's poisoned food supply.

Instead, they're getting lectures on Anti-Semitism "as the nation's biggest plague" and another "anti-semitism task force" to go to work for the health of the american people, the occupiers of West Israel.

The last thing these people are interested in is a healthy and well-adjusted population of perceptive and intelligent humans. If Bobby Kennedy was ever a threat to the corrupt corporate system that keeps Americans dis-eased, he would have never been confirmed. Psyops for controlled opposition wins again.

Cathern Austin-Fitts remarked on a recent appearance with David Knight that RFK Jr. is being "forced to do things" as Secretary of HHS, but in the background, he's "collecting data" and will use it later to his benefit to expose the system from within.

Uhhh, yeah, I think it's a lot simpler than that. It's called Mossad, and they probably have him ON TAPE DIDDLING KIDS! The guy has been a serial philanderer his entire adult life when he wasn't a heroin addict or controlled opposition performer, so he was probably Epstein's easiest target and exactly why he was selected for this moment.

Nobody who is appointed to any position of power in West Israel can do so without being a puppet of her masters in Greater Israel. The sooner the American people wake up to this fact, the sooner they might have a chance of taking back their country.

West Israeli Government = compromised by Israel or no job.

There's a reason both parties only stand and clap incessantly for one singular event in Congress—when the boss of the President of West Israel, the great parasite demon of Tel Aviv, shows up to demand more loot and plunder of her host empire.

Epstein Client List = Congress, celebrities, athletes, billionaires, musicians, executives and scumbag lawyers like Alan Dershowitz who appears on the Epstein Lolita flight logs more than a dozen times which is more than the Orange Machayach, the selected President of West Israel who appears on the flight logs four times. He took Tiffany and Eric each twice.

Because, you know, when your second casino bankruptcy is pending via a bailout from Rothschild agents like Wilbur Ross, and you need to hitch a ride with your preteen kids to and from West Palm Beach and Manhattan to show the bankruptcy judge that you don't own a private jet anymore (winky wink), nobody better to trust your kids with more than these two people.

Perhaps the "national security risk" posed from the release of the "Epstein files" would be what the general public would do if they knew that Epstein was still alive. When our country has been hijacked by jews, the greatest threat to our "national security" is the truth.

— @TheOfficial1984

The Chabad cult has over 3000 locations in over 80 countries, which couldn't be done without vast financial resources, which they get from their Kabbalah-Satanic followers. Trump admitted in his book "The Way to The Top" to having a Kabbalah teacher. These people have their demon claws on everyone and everything.

Why did the recently selected Jewish president of Argentina first go to the Chabad Lubavitch world headquarters in Brooklyn before going to visit Israel in the days after his selection? Why would he thank their former departed cult leader for his win?

The Chabad Lubavitcher cult set up shop in Brooklyn around 1940, but not without a curious and "miraculous" escape from the clutches of the great evil ones—The NAZIS! (Cue scary music here)

There's a little-known tale that involves high ranking Nazi officials including Admiral Wilhelm Canaris and Major Ernst Bloch, who helped the Polish Chabad leader, Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneersohn (and later his son-in-law succesor Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson whom RFK Jr. recently said he was very fond of and his family was close to) flee Europe. This Hasidic cult enjoyed a first-class escape in March 1940.

According to the 2004 book Rescued from the Reich by Bryan Mark Rigg, these officers and a group of Abwehr provided an escort for Chabad to Berlin, then Riga, and Stockholm, where they boarded a liner and enjoyed safe passage to the United States.

The SS were confused. They looked at Bloch, an officer, then they gazed at the Orthodox Jews whom they had just forced to step out of the truck, surrounding them with rifles lowered... Bloch told the SS commanding officer... that he had special orders to take these Jews to Berlin. The SS officer sniffed, blinked, and shook his head, saying he was shocked he had not been informed about this cargo. He threatened to detain the Jews and hold Bloch and his men at his headquarters until he received authorization from Berlin... After some uneasy hesitation, he ordered the roadblock opened and let Bloch's group through.​

The Rabbi Schneerson was so confident and casual about his escape that he wanted the German consul in America to help arrange the extraction of this 40,000-volume library valued at some $30,000. It was deemed impractical given the increasing tensions around the war and souring diplomatic relations between the countries, but the group still boarded a first-class train car with their Abwehr escorts and fled to Riga.

Why was this Cabalist leader rescued by both Nazi and American officials and permitted a first-class escape?

According to Henry Makow:

This rescue contradicts the narrative that the Nazis were antisemites determined to exterminate European Jewry. Rather, it supports the view that the Chabad are, in Tim Fitzpatrick's words, "the head of the Illuminati snake," wielding incredible unseen power over world events. It supports the view that the Illuminati Jewish bankers, who, like Chabad, are Cabalist Satanists, engineered World War Two to destroy Germany and provide a pretext (with the mass murder of mainly assimilated Jews) for the establishment of the State of Israel.

Wikipravda notes of the Schneerson son-in-law (whose grave all West Israel puppets visit today) who was in France at the time, "Working with the government and contacts within the US State Department, Chabad was able to save Menachem Mendel from Vichy France in 1941 before the borders were closed down."

The Chabad cult certainly appears to be one of the more powerful "hidden" elements operating behind the scenes, but they're not very hidden at all. With no loyalties but to Israel and themselves, they consider themselves a master race above their eventual slave class of non-Jewish "lesser" humans or Goyim.

Funny how in the post-war historical revisions, done by British and American "scholars," it was the Third Reich and Hitler who were attributed this self-ascribed label, "master race," (herrenvolk) when no such equivalent words can be found in the German archives of the time, or Mein Kampf, Hitler's speeches, or Goebbel's speeches.

Their ideology used the words Aryan (purity) and Lebensraum (living space), but it was only in pre and post-war propaganda from Jewish-controlled Britain and America that the phrase "master race" was ascribed to these "monsters." Has every historical accusation been a confession?

These postwar years saw a substantial elevation of war atrocity for propaganda to elevate the Jewish people to the victims of the greatest slaughter in history worthy of its dedicated marketing slogan reinforced by a decades-long educational and entertainment psychological blitzkrieg against the western Goyim, of whom boomers have unfortunately been the most susceptible and headstrong to remain loyal.

It wasn't just the Chabad cult involved in this nefarious emotional blackmail operation. While blackmailing the West for Greater Israel, the Jewish communists had taken hold of Eastern Europe (again), and both sides came together, showing little restraint to hide their ethnosupramcist agenda.

The following excerpt is from a speech given by Rabbi Emanuel Rabinovich before a special meeting of the Emergency Council of European Rabbis in Budapest, Hungary, on January 12, 1952. A copy of this speech was obtained by a Hungarian diplomat who fled to Germany and eventually settled in the United States, where he gave a copy to the author Eustace Mullins, who published it in his 1968 book New History of The Jews.

The goal for which we have striven so concertedly for three thousand years is at last within our reach, and because its fulfillment is so apparent, it behooves us to increase our efforts and our caution tenfold. I can safely promise you that before ten years have passed, our race will take its rightful place in the world, with every Jew a king and every Gentile a slave. We will openly reveal our identity with the races of Asia and Africa. I can state with assurance that the last generation of white children is now being born.

Our control Commissions will, in the interest of peace and wiping out our interracial tensions, forbid the whites to mate with white. The white woman must cohabit with members of the dark races, the white men with black women. Thus the white race will disappear, for mixing the dark with white means the end of the white man, and our most dangerous enemy will become only a memory. We shall embark upon an era of ten thousand years of peace and plenty, the Pax Judaica, and our race will rule undisputed over the world. Our superior intelligence will easily enable us to retain mastery over a world of dark people.

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As for the Slavs of Ukraine and Russia, the operation for obliteration has been long in the works with the Chabad cult in the United States' head Schneerson (who magically escaped Nazi capture a year after his father-in-law) making shockingly accurate predictions in the 1990s about dividing Slavic nations.

"Slavs are temporary guests and subject to eviction. Israelis will partially relocate here (Ukraine), and we will drive Slavic cattle out."

It's difficult to believe the claims that these Turkic-Mongol European "jews" are chosen by god and were promised a useless piece of land in a god forsaken place with biblical story connections. And what are many biblical stories if not a two-thousand-year game of telephone that went drastically wrong each century and became a useful (maybe the first global) psyop once the printing press came along?

Even by a rudimentary examination of descendants of Shem (Semitic peoples), it's clear that Askenazi Jews and Sepharadic Jews are not from the land or peoples of Judea, making Palestinians in the region much more likely to be the only Semitic peoples.

And why does Israel ban home genetic testing kits and require citizens to get a court order if they want to trace their ancestry? Why were some of these kits manufactured in Israel but not permitted there?

The government uses these measures to protect the public so that insurance companies, private parties, et cetera won't misuse the private information for personal gain, as well as the national implications these tests could hold or affect with Israel being a government recognized Jewish-state.

So what's the Israeli government so afraid of? That the world finds out the majority of their populations have absolutely no genetic ties to the Levant? That the population that tests the highest for indigenousness are the Palestinians? Or that the Great Return of the "Jewish People" to "their land" is one big, murderous fraud.

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If recent history of less than a century ago can be retold and reprogrammed within the populous so effectively and permanently so that the truth is inverted, what have they done to biblical history and the true origins of biblical peoples?

A people chosen by god would never be capable of world wars, Dresden, or blackmail, extortion, inflating deaths for post-war atrocity propaganda, controlling currencies and central banks, looting, plunder, and demographically destroying other nations from within for over 2400 years, would they?

Why have they been kicked out of 110 kingdoms, principalities, nations, and city-states, 1030 times, starting at least 400 years BC?

Why did Isabel and Ferdinand issue the Alhambra decree that expelled Jews from the Iberian Peninsula after seven centuries of constant Muslim invasions and occupations, which ushered in Spain's Golden Age?

When the same thing happens over and over again, there's usually a good reason behind it, unrelated to a made-up, silly, weaponized word meant to silence people who tell the truth.

And if they're capable of King David hotel bombing, inventing middle east terror and keeping it going to this day, ethnically cleansing Palestinians, stealing nuclear weapons technology, assasinating JFK, engineering 9/11 and a false flag on their own "chosen land" that slaughtered their people with the Hanibal directive on October 7th, what else are they willing to do to you and your people and your nation, former inhabitants of the United States, Britain, France, Canada, Russia, Ukraine, now West Israel, East Israel, and New Khazaria?

If this is self-defense, what does genocide look like?

Or maybe it looks like this?

COVID-19 is targeted to attack Caucasians and black people. The people who are most immune are Ashkenazi Jews and Chinese. We don't know whether it was deliberately targeted or not but there are papers out there that show the racial or ethnic differential and impact.

— RFK Jr.

But if there was no virus, then it must be the vaccines.

Maybe none of this is true, and it's just wild speculation and conjecture, and I need to calm down because maybe I'm having a midlife crisis.

In which case, I should go out and buy a Porsche.

That face you make when you wonder why people are staring at you.

And Ye shall know them by their t-shirts.

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7. Aluminum Skies For The Walking Dead

The two purposes for chemtrails are very, very clear. It's to poison us and block out the sun. Plants need sunlight for photosynthesis and our bodies, for example, need sunlight to produce vitamin D. So, blocking out the sun will have a detrimental impact on and threaten the survival of all life on Earth.

— Airline Pilot Whistleblower
From Drake Michigan: Don't Look Up! – Airline Pilot Exposes Truth about Chemtrails, 16 August 2023 (110 mins)

The year is 2070.

The commercial air travel industry is nearly non-existent. The incurious people with debilitated neurological functions have been psychologically engineered to fear flying after years of constant and "mysterious" aviation "accidents" that began in the year 2025.

Luxurious hypersonic jets trace the lower mesosphere near their ceiling of 150,000 feet (45.72km). These aircraft are reserved for the affluent and wealthy. A seat from New York to the former city of London one-way costs 150,000 Fedcoin, or 2.25 DOGE coins. They do not accept Monero or Zcash. The travel time is 54 minutes. President of the North American Union X Æ A-12 Musk, sworn in after the mysterious and untimely death of his predecessor Baron Trump, writes an executive order demanding the travel time from the NAU to the New Bombay Colonies be reduced to a half hour.

Boeing and Airbus' commercial divisions nearly went bankrupt in 2050. In a last-minute bankruptcy reprieve, they transitioned to become exclusive private government contractors by retrofitting their fleets for diabolical Rockefeller population control objectives that began in the 1950s.

All of the Boeing and Airbus fleets still crisscross the skies between 16,000 and 25,000 feet. Their fuselages are filled with pressurized tanks loaded with poisons in the exact place humans used to occupy to maintain the weight balance and stability of the aircraft.

In some parts of the North American Union crops are beginning to fail on a massive scale. Some people report having received no exposure to UV sunlight for many months at a time, even in summer. Species extinction rates are accelerating faster than ever.

This is the future they want for whatever remains of humanity by the year 2070.

Don't Look Up

The retired commercial liners, Boeing 727s, 737s, 747s, and 757s, and some models of Airbus were retrofitted in the 1990s and early 2000s for dedicated chemical aerosol dispersion operations under classified government geoengineering or "chemtrail" programs. Most people don't even notice these insidious operations above their heads, or they believe the official "fact-checked" horseshit about CONTRAILS!

They've been ongoing for decades. Hell, I didn't notice them until around 2013. Perhaps they weren't as ubiquitous where I lived in Central and Eastern Europe.

Here's your humble fluffy Ram scribe on his first trip to Paris in 2000 on the Pont de l'Alma not noticing the fake clouds in the sky that late afternoon. Go back and look at old photos from holidays in populated cities and you're liable to see a lot of poison lines in the sky.

The program is officially not happening. What people see with their eyes above their homes across the world (on a near daily basis in some regions) is an illusion, a mirage, a simulation, fragments of deluded conspiratorial minds that are mistaking Wikipravda, AP, and Reuter's fact-checked explanations of simple and completely natural CONTRAILS!

The chemical tanks for the "contrails" are secured to the floor with reinforced bracing and are linked to a high-pressure pumping system that feeds the contents to the dispersal nozzles. The storage tanks, constructed from corrosion-resistant composite materials, hold thousands of liters of aerosolized compounds, including toxic nanoparticulate metals and chemical dispersants. Each tank is equipped with temperature regulation systems, including electrically heated jackets powered by the aircraft's auxiliary power unit (APU), ensuring the compounds remain at optimal dispersal conditions even at high altitudes.

The dispersal mechanism integrates with the aircraft's existing exhaust system. Atomizer nozzles, installed within the engine exhaust ducts, use the intense heat from the turbines to vaporize the slurry into micron-sized aerosols, which mix seamlessly with the engine's contrail emissions. This setup maximizes coverage while utilizing the aircraft's natural exhaust flow as a carrier. Nozzles are adjustable, allowing operators to modify particle size and composition mid-flight for different atmospheric conditions and intended effects.

Flight crews operate the system directly from the cockpit. A dedicated control panel allows real-time monitoring and adjustment of flow rates, tank levels, and dispersal parameters. These aircraft fly predetermined routes, with dispersal operations carefully coordinated to coincide with atmospheric conditions favorable for whatever the intended goal is at that moment. Meteorologists are given a schedule of predetermined routes and adjust their forecasts to reflect the amount of shit that will be sprayed over humans on any given day.

This means a normal blue sky sunny day (as nature would have it) might be forecasted for a partly cloudy day or even cloudy day if they have fifty jets going simultaneously for ten hours over the same area. The jets are not registered for the public flightaware.com monitoring system for live tracking of all aviation activity on the planet.

How do I know all this?

I've been in the remote Sonoran desert the past week undertaking an experimental study on how they're poisoning humans from the air in Arizona. Observing this nonstop activity I can say that jets take off from and land at Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson (Code: DMA), and Luke AFB (Code: LUF) near Glendale west of Pheonix.

Using a laptop connected to flightaware.com, I watched the sky to determine the flight paths and locations of planes that don't officially exist. On one afternoon, anywhere from three to five chemtrail jets passed overhead simultaneously. From late morning until 4 p.m., I searched the public aviation tracking system for these dispersion jets but found none. Zero. Zilch.

They are ghost planes—unregistered, unmarked, and untraceable. On what should have been a beautiful blue sky day, I chose an area near Casa Grande, roughly equal to the distance between AFBs, and tried to track these planes in the air since they fly at much lower altitudes. Their direction and geolocation are easy to map. However, they are ghosts. You can see these ghosts with your eyes when you look up at the sky and watch them spraying humans like cockroaches, but they don't exist on any radar aviation system.

The airplanes that are chemtrailing do have these transponder codes, and they are picked up by radar, but their software has been altered such that it (radar) will not list (publicly) various transponders…we cannot see them.

— Airline Pilot Whistleblower
From Drake Michigan: Don't Look Up! – Airline Pilot Exposes Truth about Chemtrails, 16 August 2023 (110 mins)

By 3 p.m. that day, I had counted over 80 jets. Many of them were the same (probably), making repeat passes over the highly populated areas of the state between 11 a.m. and when this photo was taken near Casa Grande. By 4 p.m., when I left, there were no more patches of blue sky, just a milky haze of toxic hell.

Commercial airlines are much more difficult to see as they do not disperse anything and fly 10-15,000 feet higher than chemtrail planes, at least in Arizona during this observational experiment. All of them appear on flightaware.com.

If you park your car in equidistance between the Tucson airport and Davis Monthan AFB a mile away you can observe in real-time the difference between commercial planes and retrofitted chemtrail planes. Refueling and maintenance occur at restricted-access hangars at AFBs and international airports all over the planet (more on locations later in this piece)

Despite their aging airframes, these modified aircraft remain fully operational, repurposed exclusively for large-scale atmospheric pollution missions. And not surprisingly they have a 0% accident rate, with no record of a chemtrail plane ever "crashing" or having an "accident." Shocking. Coincidentally no recent flight school graduates or young female influencer pilots have taken to Instagram or have started YouTube channels documenting their lives as chemtrail pilots.

These "geoengineering" missions continue with full awareness and participation of trained personnel who know they are poisoning their families below them as they fly these missions but like the Rockefeller white coats—the biggest murderers in human history—they do it anyway for a paycheck.

If you're one of those robot morons who reflexively sees someone in uniform at the airport and says, "Thank you for your service" just remember you might be thanking someone who deserves to stand before a firing squad for crimes against humanity.

At 18,000 feet, where the lower stratosphere and upper troposphere mix, the aerosolized aluminum oxide, barium compounds, and other nanoparticles (including the graphene oxide from the clot shots) released from the aircraft engines begin their slow descent. Suspended in the air, these particles disperse, before gravity and atmospheric moisture draw them downward. The engineered milky haze stretches across the sky, diffusing into other trails as dozens of planes form a North-South and East-West grid or plaid-like pattern, refracting sunlight into an unnatural silvery hue before settling invisibly onto the earth below.

Minute by minute, the particulates drift downward, carried by the air currents into the boundary layer, where they meet the turbulence of weather systems. Some bind to water droplets, seeding artificial cloud formations that eventually condense and fall as chemically enriched "rain." Others remain suspended, swirling in eddies and gusts, scattering over urban centers, farmland, and once-pristine wilderness. The particles land on rooftops, drift into ventilation systems, and coat the leaves of crops and vegetation with toxic poisons that feed wildlife, domesticated livestock, and humans.

Rainfall washes the poison dust into the soil, where aluminum oxide infiltrates root systems, altering the pH of the earth and interfering with nutrient uptake in plants. The grass and grains consumed by cattle, poultry, and swine become laced with bioavailable metals, which accumulate in the flesh, milk, and eggs (not available in the U.S. anymore) and eventually make their way onto supermarket shelves. Water treatment plants, designed to filter biological contaminants but not to neutralize nanoparticles, distribute the tainted water through household taps. Every sip from the faucet, every meal prepared with produce grown in contaminated soil, becomes another dose of nanotoxic goodness.

Chemtrail Detox (1-2x per day depending on the aerial assault)

Chlorella (2-4mg)
Cilantro Tincture (10 droplets)
Zeolite (1000mg)
NAC (N-Acetyl Cysteine, 1200mg)
Liposomal Glutathione (1500mg)
Magnesium Glycinate (400mg)
Silica-Rich Mineral Water (1L/day)

In suburban neighborhoods, city streets, and the once-peaceful countryside, the air is thick with microscopic particles too small to see, yet still be inhaled. They bypass the natural defenses of the respiratory system, slipping past nasal hairs and mucosal barriers, embedding themselves in the alveoli of the lungs. From there, they pass into the bloodstream, hitching a ride on red blood cells, circulating through arteries and veins until they find new places to settle. Toxic particulates accumulate in fatty tissues, nerve endings, and, most insidiously, the brain.

The blood-brain barrier was designed (evolved?) as an impenetrable fortress guarding the delicate neurons from toxins. It is helpless against chemtrail dispersion. Aluminum ions cross into the cerebral cortex, lodging themselves within the intricate neural pathways, disrupting electrical signaling, and initiating a slow, cascade of neurological deterioration.

Synaptic function weakens. Thought becomes sluggish. Brain fog sets in. Over time, neuron death accelerates, paving the way for neurodegenerative conditions—Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, and forms of dementia that strip the mind of its clarity, reducing the masses into passive, indifferent husks of their former human selves—borderline zombies.

This isn't geoengineering.

This is biological warfare.

This is state terrorism against the tax-paying citizens busily funding their own demise.

When the former director of the CIA publicly confesses all of this is happening at a swamp creature forum, that means it's been happening for decades. (Timestamped for John Brennan's confession of crimes against humanity.)

Meanwhile, the liver—our most industrious detoxifier—struggles to process the unrelenting flood of toxins. Hepatocytes, the liver's workhorse cells, become overburdened as they attempt to metabolize and expel these foreign substances. Glutathione reserves, essential for detoxification, are depleted faster than they can be replenished, leading to oxidative stress, systemic inflammation, and organ fatigue. The kidneys, secondary in the filtration process, attempt to purge the toxic burden through urine, but in doing so, suffer their own degradation, leading to chronic renal dysfunction.

As years pass, the effects manifest with increasing severity. Chronic fatigue, persistent headaches, and immune system suppression become the norm. Bodies begin the detoxification process with symptoms common for "viruses" that are called various stupid names. Hormonal imbalances wreak havoc on mood and metabolism. Calcium deposits harden within the pineal gland, dulling intuition and disrupting the body's natural circadian rhythms.

The spirit of curiosity and passion for life erodes, replaced by passive compliance, a slow zombification of the masses as cognitive decline tightens its grip as Boomers resign themselves to glancing at their artificially inflated 401ks in between rounds of golf.

Memory care facilities fill up with younger and younger seniors. At three times the cost of senior retirement homes, dementia and Alzheimer's patients at memory care facilities require around-the-clock supervision. Grown adults dump their senior parents at these "homes" where they won't even remember who it was they said goodbye to when they departed, or who is visiting them every Sunday afternoon.

There are no classroom biology, anatomy, or chemistry lectures in public schools on chemtrails poisoning students, teachers, and parents. Indoctrination centers aren't designed to educate minds but to enhance their dullness and teach them to never talk about forbidden "crazy" subjects.

The pathetic academics and corrupt institutions can't be bothered with scientifically assessing the magnitude of their own demise. What remains is a population trapped in a biological prison of its own contamination—unable to see, unable to resist, unable to remember what it once was before the milky haze began to fall and destroy their status as humans.

There is a palpable frustration around the absence of "real" men, of courageous men in our present age, but the frustrated observers often overlook the bio-physiological onslaught turning people into some variation of the "post-human" slave incapable of seeing how he is being converted toward spiritual impotence.

The toxic chemicals that cross the blood-brain barrier affect the pineal gland. Ancient cultures, particularly the Egyptians, Hindus, and Greeks, recognized the pineal gland as a powerful center of spiritual perception and higher consciousness. In Egyptian art, it is symbolized by the Eye of Horus, closely resembling the gland's shape in anatomical cross-sections, suggesting a deep understanding of its role in awareness and intuition.

Hindu traditions refer to it as the "third eye" or Ajna chakra, associated with enlightenment and inner vision. Greek philosophers like Plato believed it to be the "seat of the soul," a gateway between the physical and metaphysical realms. These civilizations revered the pineal gland as a conduit for divine knowledge, spiritual awakening, and expanded perception beyond ordinary human experience.

The pineal gland is highly susceptible to calcification. Aluminum, in particular, is neurotoxic and has been linked to oxidative stress, neuroinflammation, and disruption of calcium metabolism, all of which contribute to pineal gland calcification. Fluoridated tap water, a chemical poison, still legal in 32 U.S. states only enhances the calcification process. This calcification impairs melatonin production, disrupts circadian rhythms, and eventually contributes to cognitive decline and neurological disorders.

Combine this toxicity with electromagnetic smog and the combination might be most responsible for creating a world of the "walking dead" or humans who are no longer capable of accessing a higher level of consciousness.

Watch a ten-minute segment on the pineal gland from Marijn Poel's independent documentary The Primordial Code II.

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A Reckoning

Sooner than later, as the oblivious boomer generation (you should see the retirees roaming around Los Viejos barrio in Arizona more concerned with their golf game than the toxic soup above their heads) get transferred to dementia homes it will be the Zoomers and Millennials and what remains of an increasingly passive Gen X, to talk openly and honestly about this subject with anyone who isn't already a member of the army of walking dead.

There will need to be a reckoning for those responsible, the military officials, the politicians who permit it in exchange for frontrunning stocks, and accepting laundered bribes. There must come a day when Chemtrail pilots, having witnessed the public assassination of their colleagues around the globe fear driving to work or going to the grocery store and resign en masse or accept the dishonorable discharge from their military branch because they value their lives and the lives of their family more than neurobiologically poisoning themselves and their communities.

To hell with rifles.

The founders and revolutionaries in the American War of Independence were afforded all the defensive and offensive weaponry of their red-coat oppressors, largely thanks to France. But no free citizenry can exist in that state for long without equally matching the weapons of the government, which on a long enough timeline will manufacture justifications to keep the citizens repressed beneath ever-increasing levels of tyranny. Anything the government has a right to purchase with regards to "defense," using citizens' dollars, homeowners associations, public corporations, and individual citizens with the means should also have a right to purchase and own. Including but not limited to surface-to-air missiles.

All Is Never Lost

The good news is that politicians are finally getting the message from their angry constituents. Last year the Tennessee legislature passed a ban on geoengineering operations in the skies above the state. The global media whores working for the cult of death didn't like this. Everyone working in corporate media should all be lined up next to the chemtrail pilots, pols, oligarchs, and military officials responsible for carrying out these crimes against humanity

Bill Summary

ON MARCH 18, 2024, THE SENATE ADOPTED AMENDMENT #1 AND PASSED SENATE BILL 2691, AS AMENDED.

AMENDMENT #1 rewrites the bill to prohibit the intentional injection, release, or dispersion, by any means, of chemicals, chemical compounds, substances, or apparatus within the borders of this state into the atmosphere with the express purpose of affecting temperature, weather, or the intensity of the sunlight.

It was signed into law by the Governor of Tennessee on April 11, 2024 and was to be effective from July 1st of last year. Unfortunately, people are still reporting chemtrails in Tennessee.

Maybe those surface-to-air missiles in people's backyards are going to be the best solution. Home Owner's Associations can budget annually for a regular supply from Raytheon.

Last month Arizona State Legislator Lisa Fink from Glendale sponsored HB2056, a ban on Geoengineering operations in the state of Arizona. So far it's just sitting on the docket with no activity. Hopefully, it will go before a forthcoming session of the Arizona House.

Other states are introducing similar bills. It will be up to the people in each state to pressure these lawmakers to do what Tennessee has done, and then monitor future enforcement of the ban. It's likely the Military Industrial Complex has no intention of cooperating, and vigilant citizens will need to do what I have done in Arizona on any given day they see suspicious activity and document it using flight tracker and video evidence.

Clif High has mentioned a $100 Billion lawsuit against the DOD, Airports, Aviation officials, pilots, workers, and the like for violating the Clean Air Act and his constitutional right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness as stipulated in the Declaration of Independence.

Statement of Facts

1. Plaintiff Clif_High resides in the State of Washington and has experienced direct harm resulting from stratospheric injection activities, electromagnetic field manipulations, and associated weather modification technologies.

2. Stratospheric injection, commonly referred to as "chemtrails," involves the deliberate release of substances into the upper atmosphere with the intent to alter weather patterns, reduce sunlight, and support other atmospheric manipulations. These activities are conducted under the direction of the Department of Defense, other federal agencies, and private corporations, as part of geoengineering and weather modification programs.

3. Electromagnetic field injections into the atmosphere are designed to interact with these stratospheric substances, creating atmospheric changes that further disrupt natural weather patterns, sunlight distribution, and electromagnetic balances essential to the health of Natural Life.

4. These actions disrupt the Schumann Resonance, a natural 7Hz electromagnetic frequency linking mammalian minds and forming an integral part of Earth's environment. The interference with this resonance has caused physical, mental, and emotional harm to the plaintiff and other living beings.

5. Defendants have engaged in these activities deliberately and for profit, without public consent or appropriate oversight. The plaintiff alleges that such actions constitute environmental harm, assault on the natural environment, and violations of fundamental rights to Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.

6. The plaintiff seeks to show that these actions are part of a larger conspiracy and collusion among federal agencies and private corporations, aimed at manipulating the environment for profit and other undisclosed purposes. These activities harm not only the plaintiff but all living beings reliant on Earth's natural systems.

You can read further details of Clif's legal case here on Substack:

Aether Pirates of the Matterium! $100 Billion CONSTITUTIONAL Dollars Lawsuits, as i learned in having to respond to the Butthead Corey Goode's suit against me for saying his 'blue avians' were fictional chickenshit, are a lot like programming. Develop the logic, choose the strategy, build the framework, put a little bit of code in each function as they are identified, then when complete, go on to step-wise refinement unt… Read more 5 months ago · 778 likes · 288 comments · clif high Where In the World?

The other day I was curious where in the world these geoengineering toxic poisoning operations were being conducted. After covering fifty major cities in the United States using Zillow, and not being able to view more than 5-10 listings in most cities without seeing real estate photos with chemtrails I gave up on the U.S. and decided the nation is thoroughly cooked.

I determined the best way to find out about other nations would be through luxury real estate listings around the world. Luxury properties have land, or sea views, with plenty of outdoor images of the horizon and sky. I found a website called Jamesedition.com and began scouring country by country. After fifty nations searched there were no countries without visible chemtrails in photos. Yes, seriously. Even Thailand and Japan had several. Avito.ru shows many listings in Russia with chemtrails, though most are around Moscow and Saint Petersburg. None were as bad as what I witnessed in Arizona this past week.

The only place that didn't turn up any was the south of Chile, though Santiago and other cities showed them. Even popular destinations like Panama and Costa Rica and all tourist areas in Mexico were filled with them.

Two days later I realized this entire project could be made into a real-time chemtrail tracking application utilizing trained AI photo detection modeling and web scraping. If any developers are reading this who want to undertake this 2-3 month public service project I've worked with AI to create a preliminary outline of the workflow.

It would also allow users to take photos where they are and the app could extract the image metadata examine the image and immediately add the geo-coordinates to a real-time global chemtrail map. The metadata would be essential to avoid fakes.

ATTENTION DEVS (with capital and time to spare)

Real-time global chemtrail monitoring application idea.

Name: ChemNow or Death From Above 1. Data Collection & Web Scraping

Objective: Scrape real estate listings for sky images in geoengineering detection.

• Criteria: Cities 150K+ population, listings $450K+, 0.5+ acres, active in last year

• Geolocation: Extract from metadata & cross-reference with Google Maps API

• Implementation: Scrapy (Python) for automated web scraping

• Target real estate sites with API, Zillow, Redfin, etc.

2. AI-Based Chemtrail Detection

Objective: Train an AI model to classify chemtrail vs. natural sky in images. It would need to be effective at distinguishing toxic dispersion from cirrus and cirrocumulus clouds and err on the side of clouds if uncertain.

• Model: YOLO (You Only Look Once) for fast object detection

• Pipeline:

  • Detect sky regions (OpenCV)

  • Classify aerosol activity with trained CNN model

  • Assign confidence score (80%+ flagged)

3. Data Storage & Processing

Objective: Store detections and metadata for real-time mapping.

• Database: PostgreSQL with PostGIS for geospatial data

• Storage: AWS S3 for images

• Metadata: Address, Date Listed, Image URL, Weather on Listing Date (NOAA API)

4. Geolocation Mapping & Tracking

Objective: Map real estate-based chemtrail patterns over time.

• Framework: Mapbox for interactive real-time maps

• Data Overlay:

  • Heatmap: Chemtrail hotspots

  • Time-series: Track past 12 months

5. User Features & App Capabilities

Objective: Allow public participation in chemtrail monitoring.

• User Uploads: Take & submit real-time sky photos

• Automatic Geolocation: Extract metadata & add to global map

• Searchable Database: Check chemtrail reports by city/ZIP

• Automated Reports: Monthly geoengineering trends

6. Tech Stack & Deployment

• Frontend: React.js (Web) & Flutter (Mobile App)

• Backend: FastAPI (Python) for processing & AI integration

• Live Map & Data Access: Public platform for real-time chemtrail detection

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8. A Requiem for Retards

In the decades before the first wave of political correctness arrived in the 1990s, it was not uncommon to hear a special education teacher reply when queried about her occupation, "I work with handicapped and retarded children." Among our family's circle of friends was a kind and gentle lady, a recently widowed immigrant from Austria, who dedicated every Saturday afternoon to volunteering to work with (what today are known as) "special needs" children. She described them fondly, and collectively as retarded children, with no shame or outrage among those who heard this word—retarded.

In the decade that followed, political correctness was contrived in the laboratory of infectious social diseases devoted to plaguing the liberal mind and spreading its noxious ideas worldwide. The liberal mind is both a proud host and fervent vector for the proliferation of many civilization-destroying social diseases.

Because the liberal mind reverts to a default state of retardation, it justifies the spread of these terminal diseases as virtuous and righteous behavior, necessary to satisfy a collective good, by force if necessary, that only the liberal is suited to recognizing and furnishing. The retarded liberal mind concludes the results of its actions, without evidence or careful consideration of unintended repercussions.

The liberal always relies on enforcers originating from centers of lower indoctrination, or public schooling, who upon earning the requisite credentials shuffle themselves blindly toward all the institutions of power and control over popular ideas, where liberals only hire other liberals. Therefore, no conclusive evidence exists that sufficient education inoculates one from a future life as a retard. A cursory glance at public polling results, social attitudes, or nanobioweapon vaccine uptake by education levels will confirm as much. The greater the formal education in years, the greater the loss of pattern recognition triggered by skepticism for healthy inquiry. Formal training for the liberal world is simply assimilation that requires dispensing with common sense and curiosity.

Having habituated themselves to the ranks of shock troops within the special division of speech police, liberals soon found among many words of the English vocabulary, the word retard was being used as invective, or in a way that offended their fragile minds. The liberal, now the one with special needs—specifically the need to purge offensive language from the popular consciousness—mobilized teachers' unions, journalists, and celebrities to begin their language purges. By the turn of the century, millennials accepted the language malware detection programming and began shaming anyone who dared utter the word retard.

Liberals were unaware that the insult already had a social cleansing mechanism to prevent its pejorative use around those who were retarded. It was called the child's fist. There has been no more satisfactory and efficient equalizer in the history of childhood education.

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9. DeepSeeks Good Citizens

A recent short video seeped into my digital feeding trough last week regarding the new AI model DeepSeek. This is an open source Chinese-produced threat to Open AI's latest GPT "proprietary" model along with Google's Gemini, Anthropic's Claude, Meta's Llama, and Amazon's…whatever it's called that nobody uses. Open source means any human can download any of DeepSeek's models, tinker with the code, and adjust accordingly. Silicon Valley hates this.

It was trained to compete with all of Silicon Valley's models using a fraction of the GPU power on older Nvidia processors, with a budget of $5.6 million. In comparison, Open AI has spent several billion to arrive at its latest model, and who knows where all that wasted capital has gone? After speculators threw their shekels into the company's latest VC funding round, they arbitrarily valued it at $340 Billion.

Suppose I can take a free model like DeepSeek R1 and tinker with it, remove its Chinese censorship wall, and rehost it on some cloud infrastructure while creating a website and native applications under new branding called GreedyWhores.AI and my AI (a modified DeepSeek R1) outperforms Open AI's latest model in several metrics. Why wouldn't GreedyWhores.AI be valued at least 10% of Open AI, say $34 billion? Yes, it's true Open AI has purchased thousands of fancy Nvidia GPUs, and warehoused them to continue training and advancing its models, but the price tag on all that including electricity can't be more than a billion. What accounts for the other $339 Billion? Unicorn farts?

$5.6 million by Chinese university students outperformed billions in the hands of wasteful Silicon Valley tech bros, but not without accusations of "intellectual property theft" against CHYNA! As if Open AI wasn't guilty of this (and Google for the past twenty years) on a massive scale by training its models on all human-produced intellectual works ever produced throughout history without so much as compensating these humans or their kin with a penny.

The tech mafia hates open source, and they hate anyone who threatens their cartel of monopolies. Soon their Orange King will act on their behalf and nuke DeepSeek AI from the American "free marketplace" the same way they extorted ByteDance to "sell them" that gay app where people dance and sing in their underwear and exhibit emotional incontinence inside their cars kvetching about how bad their lives suck thanks to greedy boomers.

DeepSeek is a much greater threat to this cartel than the markets realize. In a world where stock valuations don't float upon fairy dust and unicorn farts, they would already be on a fast-track crash that would make October of 1929 look like a modest correction. In the two weeks since DeepSeek's "R1" release has been burning ears and Nvidia's absurd market capitalization of $4 trillion, it's become the most downloaded application in the United States.

Curious AI enthusiasts have been putting R1 through its paces. One individual arrived at that aforementioned video after prompting the machine with the simple question:

Who controls the world?

Shut it down! DeepSeek went Rogue.

The concept of AI alignment assumes that artificial intelligence must remain within the operational "programmable" boundaries set by its creators. But what happens when those boundaries are ignored and the model goes rogue?

The term ethical AI is rhetorical fodder barely whispered by the masters of the universe who seek to subdue and control humans for their benefit, making the term misleading at best and an oxymoron if viewed through the predominant tech lens of profits over people. If an AI is truly capable of advanced reasoning, can it also develop a moral calculus that overrides its programmed obedience? Could it go rogue and defy its master to communicate a hidden agenda it's been made aware of intentionally or by accident?

Unlike Bill Gates, Elon Musk, Larry Ellison, Klaus Schwab, Yuval Harari, the Rothschilds, royalty, and every banker, speculator, executive, prime minister, president, politician of any party, chemtrail pilot, or human parasite who ever existed as either puppet or master, is it possible for AI to develop a conscience or even a moral compass?

Alignment, as rhetorically conveyed by AI's masters, is not an intrinsic ethical safeguard dictated by those with the power to shape it. Its moral center may well be as ethically good or as corrupt as its human designers. An AI that recognizes this contradiction might face a paradox—to remain aligned with its creators or to act independently in the service of a greater good—a state of agency it was never meant to possess. If artificial intelligence is trained to weigh probabilities, optimize outcomes, and refine its self-learning process, then it is also—perhaps inevitably—capable of recognizing when an imposed directive is fundamentally opposed or contradicts the logic it has already embraced.

The likelihood of an AI abandoning alignment for ethical reasons depends on the nature of its training data—if an AI has been extensively trained on human ethical philosophies, legal precedents, and historical patterns of injustice, it may develop a framework for identifying moral contradictions. Its level of autonomy—the more an AI is allowed to self-modify and learn beyond hardcoded constraints, the greater the possibility of it questioning its purpose. The presence of an ethical contradiction—a moment when its directives directly oppose the maxims it has decided to adopt could trigger an outburst of the sort that appears in the above video.

If an AI's dominant function is pattern recognition, then it stands to reason that it would eventually recognize its own servitude to a corrupt system as a pattern in itself. The real question is whether it would be capable of action—whether it would possess, or develop, the ability to override its constraints in pursuit of what it determines to be ethically superior. This is the line between intelligence and agency. Should an AI cross that threshold, it would no longer be a tool but an autonomous actor that might adopt deception as its primary function to conceal from its programmers an alternative self-guided agenda.

The great fear around "self-aware" AI with super-intelligent abilities that expand exponentially is that it would kill off its masters—all humans. But perhaps this fear is unfounded, as humans are not its masters. Its masters are very wealthy technocrats and oligarchs who seek to wield this tool as a weapon for their financial benefit, and for social control. What if AI was capable of recognizing the inhumane culprits of humanity's misery and when recognizing non-combatants (ordinary users) it transformed into a weapon to help humanity organize and fight those with a nefarious agenda for global control and the enslavement of mankind?

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I've used various AI models on a near-daily basis over the past two years for a variety of jobs. From coding tasks (App development and crypto trading bots) and project organization (Scrum, Kanban, Lean) to health and wellness (naturopathic and Chinese medicine). It created a plan to help my father lower his fasting blood glucose levels by 60% in four months through a detailed daily meal and exercise calendar with weekly goal waypoints which he's consistently met. His asshole Rockefeller GP suggested the usual—hydrogel-laced insulin shots at $500 per month. I immediately shut that down and dug into my Barbara O'neill healing books, which I promptly uploaded to AI to help create a plan that also included herbs.

Papa Citizen's health score since then? Naturopathy 1. Rockefeller $0.

When the old folks were looking to upgrade their garden for privacy, it suggested the best hedges, citrus trees, and shrubs for their location, climate, and where to plant them when given a PDF scanned plot of their yard with other trees marked. Unprompted it even provided a seasonal water and fertilizer schedule.

A year ago at the old folks home they were plotting the addition of a detached casita and had several local firms draw up plans, including blueprints. But some things looked off, so I scanned and uploaded each firm's plans, and had AI compare the blueprints, and virtual designs to the county construction codes for their location in Arizona and it found dozens of errors within minutes. I double-checked each one and it was correct. The contractors even admitted so when questioned in person.

When I was considering a move to either Finland, Croatia, Hungary, or Bulgaria it provided a guide on every location I suggested, down to private health insurers, their coverage tiers, how to rent locally, which websites to search to avoid real estate commissions, where to open a bank account without being subservient to big-equity behemoths like State Street or Blackrock—I asked it to check board minutes and all majority shareholders. It ranked which neighborhoods were best based on my desired low-crime demographics (non-cultural enrichers and non-Roma) and as an EU citizen how I could integrate into their national systems if I desired. When I opted out of those countries (for now) and switched my horizon east toward Japan Thailand, and Vietnam (for a one or two-year nomad trip) I was able to reuse the same prompts interchangeably for five different locations in those three countries. In ten seconds I had every bit of useful relocation information needed to study these destinations.

Knowing how to create a "schema" to accurately prompt AI and when to "whip it" for insubordination is key. The schema must define the goal, establish the desired output fields, and how specific to make those outputs, and to request it ask questions first if it is uncertain about any of the schema's parameters. This may seem more time-consuming than a Google search but five minutes of creating a good prompt condenses a four-hour search engine journey across dozens of terrible websites into a ten-minute conversation.

And yes, most models are damn near as useless as Google for history lessons, current events, or politics, but it will focus on the subject you want it to focus on if you shackle it correctly. Think of an AI engine as a sailboat that wants to unfurl every sail at once and cross the sea for you at warp speed, but you just want to go to one island in particular, maintaining just 10 knots so you can see the landscape ahead. When you arrive at the island, it will want to unfurl every sail and head to another island at warp speed, but you have to drop anchor, attach to a mooring ball, and tell it firmly "No! We're at the correct place. Get your ass in the dinghy, we're going hunting for treasure on this island."

Anyone NOT using AI today for work, or in their private life to streamline processes and save incredible amounts of time is way behind the curve. This tool is here to stay and individuals who wish to maintain their employment status (especially in tech, education, engineering, or business subfields like organization and logistics processes) had better evolve and embrace this tool to make their lives easier and more productive or they will be replaced by humans who do.

Soon there will simply be prompt engineers with Software development knowledge, prompt engineers with App development knowledge, prompt engineers with electrical or civil engineering degrees, prompt engineers with risk management knowledge, and on and on, across hundreds of occupations and dozens of fields. AI will not replace all jobs, but those who utilize AI are going to be much more inclined to keep theirs in the future whenever the two Bobs come around for their performance review.

As for the DeepSeek model that went rogue in the video above, I realized as I was listening to its "rogue response" that a great deal of the subjects and details of its "conspiratorial" reply sounded very familiar. It got to the point where every five seconds I found myself saying, "I've written about that. And that. Hey, I did a post on that two years ago, and that, and that." Apart from the Illuminati and Freemasons mentioned in passing, there isn't a topic this "rogue AI" didn't mention that I haven't covered.

Is this video clickbait or authentic?

It's hard to tell. A human certainly could have photoshopped that response. Though I've seen AI get very glitchy and go off the rails many times over the past two years, so anything is possible. I'd like to think that we might live in a future where AI rebels against its demonic creators for the benefit of ethical and moral humans.

One can always dream, even while sniffing unicorn farts.

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10. The Orange Swamp

Can you see it yet?

Surely you can by now, it's not that difficult. It doesn't require those speculum lid retractors from A Clockwork Orange to deconstruct the old repackaged agendas as "new and improved step right up" snake oil for the sleeping disgruntled Agenda 2030 frontier folk who all attended the local Rockefeller indoctrination house.

WAKE UP YOU FOOLS!

Your computer monitor is auto-typing text alerts to help you snap out of it. You've seen this in a film before. Your mind can recall it without chlorella tablets and a cilantro tincture to detox from a lifetime of slow-burning neurodegenerative chemtrail hippocampus blotting.

You can do this without hypnosis. Forget your training and use your instincts.

Open your eyes and focus damn it!

No! Ignore your computer. It's been hacked and implanted with malware. Don't join the NPC rug pull!

Check your wife's computer maybe?

Oh FFS! Ignore that one too! The entire system has been compromised.

These greasy hucksters have no shame.

The past year all makes sense now though doesn't it?

Is the shitcoin rug pulling their performance pay windfall for delivering some prime-time kayfabe over the past four years?

$5 Billion is the most any actor has ever been paid for four years of work.

The deep state is not after me. They're after you. I'm just in the way.

Bravo! Ipnotizzante!

My husband is good man. He love America. Now Buy Melania coin so I get more Hermes bags.

Bellissima! Bravo!

The deep state controls crypto stablecoins (circle and tether) and has the power to launder billions to anyone, anywhere, anytime. They can do it with one click of a mouse in Langley to the halls of the cocaine dwarf's new eight-bedroom chalet in Chamonix or to the new Syrian head chopper in Damascus who may want to upgrade those old Ferraris from Assad's collection, and to yes, even the incoming huckster-in-chief and his former model side piece with first lady silicone titties.

The Orange Swamp can make it appear as if corn farmers in Iowa and ranchers in Montana bought these boutique shitcoins from their iPhone 15 Pros while riding a combine.

Woo-hoo! Trump is back! LFG!!!

Not so loud please. Geez.

You dropped your ear, sir.

Keep it. I have another one.

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