😼 A friend of mine has had to teach her 4-year-old to say:
“I am a boy.
I am not confused that I am a boy.”
Because she told me,
the pressure on children that age & YOUNGER
in nursery schools in CA
is from teachers who help you “choose your gender.”
She is keeping her son OUT OF SCHOOL until he’s 6 💥

👇KanekoaTheGreat
Balenciaga posted an ad with a child
that features a roll of tape that misspells Balenciaga as "BAALenciaga"
(aka Moloch, the god of child sacrifice).

"Baal enci aga," translated from Latin to English,
means "Baal is the King."

Here's a thread on the designer,
who also works with Vogue, Adidas, and Chanel,
if you want to be properly disgusted.

https://twitter.com/jakeshieldsajj/status/1597050605918306305

@KanekoaTheGreat

its out there for everyone to see but MSM is still complicit I am wondering how loud do I have to scream for them to shut it all down lets get this show on the road People need to see the TRUTH!

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In response Sneakers 359 to his Publication

I know, Sneakers.
My friend said,
"When I went to school it was all about Math, Science, etc.
NOW you have to fend off ENDLESS discussions
about 'what is your gender'
& these kids are 3 & 4 & 5 years old!!"

Another friend told me,
they are "ENCOURAGING" kids to get the body parts
of the opposite sex.
Literally surgically have them attached to the kids' bodies.
So you're both man/woman physically.
A baphomet/a devil.
I mean, Oh My God!!

May this nightmare end soon
& we get to the Tribunals
[& 'officially' bring President Trump back!!!] 🙏

"Say What You and Mean What You Say" “Chance Favors the Prepared Mind” Conquer Destiny by Being Ready for Anything.

In response Kat istheSea3 to her Publication

spot on the world has lost its Moral Ambiguity: a lack of certainty about whether something is right or wrong. we have become a numb nation numb to the truth.
Our eyes are dry
Our faith is old
Our heart is hard
Our prayers are cold
And I know how I ought to be
Alive to You and dead to me
But what can be done
For an old heart like mine
Soften it up
With oil and wine
The oil is You, Your Spirit of love
Please wash me anew
With the wine of Your Blood

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