The irony of being an anon is that you end up knowing a ton of stuff that was probably classified until recently, but you cannot get those who need to understand it to pay the slightest attention. I can see how the Freemasons ended up looking down upon the "profane" as morons who deserved their fate, even if I disagree to the core of my being. (Am not keen on secret societies, unless their purpose is the reduction of influence of secret societies.)
omg this says it all. I waiver all day in between compassion for the sheeple and wanting to shake them and scream. I feel like I drop little crumbs less and less bc as each boom of news comes out they get even more impossible to talk to. a friend just died days after the shot— my cousin says “well, did she mix the shots? you shouldn’t do that”
