the convenient method the Soviet authorities resorted to was to weaponize psychiatry that would round up outspoken dissidents to arbitrarily declare them certifiably insane, easily disposing of them within its widespread gulag death camp system. This exact same model for genocide is currently being implemented in all three continents in the West – Australia, North America and Europe for exactly the same purpose. Last year’s ruthless pandemic roundups as a beta test placing aboriginal Australians against their will in quarantine prison camps that sprang up overnight is but one example of this growing pattern.

the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic Statistical Manual or DSM system, completely owned and controlled by Big Pharma corporations in co-conspiracy with the largest national governments along with the UN and EU, is now targeting dissidents, the so-called vaccine hesitant “antivaxxers” and conspiracy theorists as suffering from a “newly emerging” delusional disorder requiring hospitalization and forced drug treatment. Biden’s “red speech” back in early September 2022 in Philadelphia was highly revealing, setting the stage for this extremism by declaring outright war on the MAGA crowd, expanded to now include anyone opposing the regime’s growing authoritarian dictatorship. As the Luciferian cabal puppets, it’s clear that the planetary controllers’ ongoing rollout of the just declared “not-over” pandemic and Agenda 2030 are bent on depopulating the earth by at least a 90-95%.

Declaring someone a terrorist, insane or a danger to others because he or she may be rational enough to discern that pandemic poison shots are a state deployed Weapon of Mass Destruction used by a fully exposed deadly system perpetrating genocide against the human race, is now morphed into targeting and purging designated undesirables. Successful Swiss medical doctor Thomas Binder wrote about the Covid-19 fake pandemic on his website and social media in February 2020. Shortly afterwards, 60 police raided his home. Due to being of sound mind, they failed to arrest him. But the state then sent in a doctor to diagnose him with “Corona Insanity” and admitted him to a psychiatric facility for a spell that on condition of release, required him to take psychotropic medication. Dr. Binder is a case in point of the emerging risks that truthtellers even with authority and professional credentials are subject to unlawful detainment after being declared mentally insane. The despots are turning this illegal, unconstitutional practice into codified law under today’s NWO prison planet matrix.

It follows the exact same tyrannical scheme the Soviets resorted to. Declaring the unwanted insane or criminal is among history’s oldest tricks in the book for removing so-called troublemakers. For those of us determined to fight to restore our constitutional republic, the criminal leftist regime presently in charge definitely views us as troublemakers. The thoroughly corrupt, nefarious and demonic system deploying this latest means of authoritarian control is determined to neutralize its biggest perceived threat, those aware of the heinous dark truth and openly opposing the genocidal murderers in efforts to hold them accountable for their litany of crimes against both children and humanity.

Delving deeper into the transparency of overreaching technocratic governments around the globe increasingly resorting to desperate reactivity committing armed and deadly acts of oppression is the elites’ primary means of escaping justice resulting from increased criminal exposure, having been caught red-handed repeatedly perpetrating appalling crimes against their citizens.

A flipside to this dystopian nightmare is the ongoing assault on human reproduction as the kill shots have resulted in unprecedented rates of stillborn deaths and mass sterility in both genders. Analyzed military data from one year to the next showed an enormous 279% increase in women’s miscarriages once the mandated vaccination began. Destroying the human capacity for procreation is by deliberate diabolical design intended to render the human species extinct.

Thus, the wide spectrum of genocidal co-conspirators among industries of government, Big Pharma, medicine and mass media covertly formulating their kill plan years in advance to pull off the globally coordinated fake pandemic followed with Warp Speed vaccines to produce today’s die-off, are now frantically scrambling to prevent their own Nuremberg arrests and prosecution trials. Desperate to avoid this fate, they are now busily launching a major countercoup offensive – elimination of their deemed largest threat – an informed, empowered, angry citizenry armed with blatant damaging truth, seeking and demanding full accountability from so many criminal puppet leaders and their Luciferian bloodline masters responsible for today’s genocidal depopulation agenda.

It follows the exact same tyrannical scheme the Soviets resorted to. Declaring the unwanted insane or criminal is among history’s oldest tricks in the book for removing so-called troublemakers. For those of us determined to fight to restore our constitutional republic, the criminal leftist regime presently in charge definitely views us as troublemakers. The thoroughly corrupt, nefarious and demonic system deploying this latest means of authoritarian control is determined to neutralize its biggest perceived threat, those aware of the heinous dark truth and openly opposing the genocidal murderers in efforts to hold them accountable for their litany of crimes against both children and humanity

The Week that Perished

 

WOE-PENING CEREMONIES
A dictatorship where slavery is commonplace, homosexuality is illegal, and women are subjugated, Qatar saw the World Cup as an opportunity to prove that it’s even worse than its reputation.

The greatest minds in Qatar (five camels and a caracal) decided that creating an Olympics-style opening ceremony would be just the thing to psychologically destroy attendees to the point where they’d accept Islam to end their torment.

The spectacle began with a white ghostlike figure in a Klan robe sweeping over the stage, a tribute to American noose hoaxes. A petite lip-synching woman joined in (correction: It was Korean boy-band superstar Jungkook). Then Morgan Freeman entered, also lip-synching (poorly) to a speech about tolerance (for everyone but gays, women, and slaves), a magical moment briefly interrupted as Qatari emir Tamim walked by to give him huge bags of cash in sacks with dollar signs on them in exchange for his soul (“Honestly,” Freeman snapped, “you couldn’t have picked a worse time”).

Then Freeman knelt to speak with a talking soccer ball. Wait, it was actually Ghanim al-Muftah, a deformed Qatari “influencer” born with nothing below his chest (he’s the poster boy for the emirate’s campaign to promote birth control in man/sheep couplings). As Freeman tried to look comfortable sitting on the floor talking to inch-high caliphi (and here even Freeman’s talents failed him), Tamim invited the Saudi crown prince on stage, where the latter bragged about having recently beheaded four women for “sorcery.”

Whether the heads will be used as balls in upcoming matches, the emirate has yet to say.

Vladimir Putin told the AP, “Losing all those men in Ukraine was a small price to pay for getting banned from this dumpster fire.”

Meanwhile, Hollywood’s planning a Shawshank Redemption reboot with Freeman reprising his role of Red and Ghanim al-Muftah as Andy. “I remember thinking it would take Andy 600 years to tunnel out of here. Turns out all I had to do was stuff him in a pillowcase and chuck him over the wall like a hammer throw. I hope he landed in the Pacific.”

HBCU IN HELL
Twenty-five-year-old Shanquella Robinson of Charlotte was known as the “braid queen.” When her girlfriends from their HBCU alma mater Winston-Salem State invited Her Royal Twineness to join them for a weekend in Cabo, Queen Shanquella’s noblesse oblige dictated she accept.

Sadly, within 24 hours of landing, Robinson became the second queen to die in 2022. Her friends told authorities that Cornropatra suffered alcohol poisoning. And that claim would’ve held up had the autopsy not revealed that Her Majesty had been beaten to death (with injuries so bad, even a Mexican coroner noticed them).

Also, the tragic black girls forgot to erase the cell-phone footage they shot of them beating Shanquella to death.

Such irony! They would’ve gotten away with it if only they hadn’t recorded the murder and put it on TikTok. Every criminal mastermind forgets one small detail.

Reportedly, as Queen Shanquella’s courtiers ambushed her, she turned to her friends and remarked, “Et tu, Bootay?”

HBCU grad and self-described “sophisticated African-American male” Todd Smith told Fox News that Shanquella’s friends were jealous because she’d “blown up” and “found success” as the braid queen.

The assassination of Frizz Ferdinand by Gavril-ho Princip.

At Shanquella’s funeral, mourners wore “RIP Braid Queen” shirts. As for the question of who’ll reign in her place, all eyes are on Meghan Markle, who not only needs a new royal title, but proved her mettle by passing the female version of the Excalibur test by driving a sword into Prince Harry’s stones.

MAD-HATTER TRANSFER
At first, Colorado gay-nightclub shooter Anderson Lee Aldrich seemed like a perfect villain: a white kid whose grandpa is a prominent GOP politician. A right-wing white-cis-homophobe-transphobe mass killer! Time to pass a law making drag shows as mandatory as the vax.

Unfortunately, Aldrich wouldn’t play ball. He told his attorneys that he’s “non-binary,” identifying as “Mx.” and using “they/them” pronouns. And as dictated by the media’s Tran Commandments (“Thou shalt not take the pronouns of the Tranny in vain”), journalists had no choice but to take the killer at his word (after all, trannies never pretend to be trans, except most of them).

Is Aldrich trolling? He’s an obese basement-dwelling heroin-using computer nerd obsessed with anime porn. So yeah, he might be trolling. And it says a lot about our media that a lunatic can murder five people and then dictate to the press how they speak of him. CNN host Alisyn Camerota, in a discussion with Al Franken, expressed frustration with Aldrich’s gender claim, which throws a monkeypox wrench into the narrative of “antigay hate crime.”

She also expressed frustration that Franken wouldn’t stop grabbing her boobs.

Over at NBC, “reporter” Ben Collins, a boob of such magnitude even Franken is intimidated, shifted his tweets about the story from “right-wing homophobe murders gays” to “bullied transgender pushed too far by transphobic trolls.”

Hopefully, Collins migrates to Mastodon, so nobody has to hear from him again.

“If a mass-murdering incel can change gender at will, why not an entire nation?”

As for fleshy incel Aldrich, expect him to keep up the trans routine in hopes of being sent to a women’s prison, the only place on earth a guy like him will ever have the chance to see a naked woman who’s not behind a paywall.

VERY BLACK FRIDAY
Still reeling from the gay-nightclub disappointment, journalists spied a shot at redemption after a mass shooting at a Chesapeake Walmart. As NBC News pointed out, the killing had all the hallmarks of the time in May “when a racist white gunman shot 10 Black people dead at a grocery store in Buffalo.” After all, the Walmart’s in a black area and the survivors have names like K’Maria and Kwintessa and other words you’d expect to see on the name badges of people who roll their eyes when you ask a simple question (“I’m awn break now, n’kay?”).

The news media’s communications-degreed infinite monkeys were poised at their keyboards, ready to bang out another “white racists must be stopped!” story to spur a few riots (because how better to mourn a mass murder at Walmart than to loot Walmart?).

Unfortunately, word came that the murderer was the store’s disgruntled manager. Which means black, because nobody does disgruntled shooting sprees better than blacks.

And indeed, the shooter, Andre Bing, turned out to be every reporter’s worst nightmare. According to witnesses, he burst into the break room and shot everyone he saw, which was pretty much every worker in the store, because of course they were all on break.

Bing had a history of behavioral problems and multiple complaints that had been ignored by upper management because the new rules are you can’t fire a black person for any reason.

Whereas conversely, you can fire a white person for no reason.

As der Bingle brought a blight Christmas to Chesapeake, over in San Francisco, John Arntz, the city’s elections director, is about to be fired for his skin color. The Elections Commission told Arntz that even though his service has been exemplary, they’re terminating him for being white.

If you thought that kind of discrimination is illegal, take it up with the nation’s “civil rights” lawyers.

Oh wait, they’re on break.

TRANSPOTTING
If a mass-murdering incel can change gender at will, why not an entire nation?

Twenty-seven years ago, filmgoers were treated to Danny Boyle’s Trainspotting, a gritty look at an Edinburgh crawling with addicts and thugs.

Americans, who’d been used to movies depicting Scotland as a civilized, pastoral paradise only occasionally sullied by lake monsters or Mel Gibson’s ass, were shocked by images that made the nation look like a Third World hellhole.

These days, Scotland can only aspire to Third World hellhole. Bonnie Alba has become Jessica Alba—beautiful a long time ago, still decent from afar, but up close, a craggy wasteland with a fried brain.

The Scottish government is about to pass something called “self-ID,” under which women would officially cease to exist as anything but a theoretical concept. A man need only say “I’m a woman,” and he’ll be one. Self-ID doesn’t even require proof of “transitioning” or intent to “transition.”

Just say the word, and laddie becomes lassie.

Already in Scotland’s prisons, male inmates have begun identifying as women in order to be moved to women-only facilities. According to the Daily Express, 50 percent of the men petitioning to be transferred only “realized” they were women once they were incarcerated (when they also coincidentally realized that by simply saying “Hoot, I’m a hen,” they could get their own reluctant harem).

Many of the male prisoners now declaring as women are sex criminals. Strikingly, there have been 6,758 allegations of sexual abuse lodged by female prisoners since 2014. More strikingly, SNP leader Sturgeon, who, like her namesake, is a bottom feeder with no vision, is cool with this.

It would be easy to make a joke about how a nation of skirt-wearing men was always destined to go tranny, or how the Scot reputation for stinginess wasn’t supposed to apply to brain cells. But perhaps the best epitaph for once-great Scotland is a rewording of the one its native son Robert Louis Stevenson penned for himself:

Under the wide and starry sky,
I realized that hey, I’m not a guy!
Do I still have a johnson? Aye, och aye,
And I’ll get laid with it against her will.
This be the gift Sturgeon gave to me,
That I be a woman, yet I stand to pee.
And for all the real women locked up with me,
Call me ma’am as I have my fill

 

 “What you have to understand, John, is that sometimes there are forces and events too big, too powerful, with so much at stake for other people or institutions, that you cannot do anything about them no matter how evil or wrong they are and no matter how dedicated or sincere you are or how much evidence you have. That is simply one of the hard facts of life you have to face. You have done your part. You have tried to expose the evil and wrongdoing. It has hurt you terribly. But it has not killed you up to this point. I am telling you, get out of this before it does. Sometimes things are just too big for us to deal with, and we have to step aside and let history take its course. For you, John, this is one of those times.” (p. ix-x)

— former CIA Director William E. Colby to author Senator John W. DeCamp

Only dead Italians

Only dead Italians wre deemed worthy of attention, the longer dead the more worthy. The 18th century Italy of foreign desires, country of dead languages, mute stones and more dead Italians, was never so dissmilar from the Italians Italy. Of course, travellers could not help also seeing the gay, profane and corrupt reality, which was all around them. It didn't disturb them, it shocked a few and seduced many. They had a wonderful time. They loved it. But few would admit they'd come mainly for the fun of mingling with such contemptible people. Theirs was an earnest quest for knowledge, only rarely interrupted by inevitable interludes of immorality. The contact with the unruly country somehow taught them that everything in art and life was to be the result of control, a show of man's mastery over accident, excesses, storms of passion and chaos. We now suspect that foreigners in the 18th and 19th century unconsciously came to enjoy the interludes of fun among the live Italians more than the lessons of ancient history among the dead Italians. Few would admit it. Very few tried to analyse the nature of the pleasures they found in watching Italians live their noisy lives, mingling with them and accepting their indulgent habits. This sense of liberation they experience was, first of all, a distinct physical sensation they felt the moment they passed the frontier, a muted excitement, a quickening of the senses. Many were tempted to think the translation of everyday scenes into durable masterpieces was far easier in Italy, were the distance between nature and aert was shorter, and more easily bridged than in less picturesque and more familiar parts of the world. But rapture and delight weren't pure, they were mixed with other sensations, different, disturbing and alarming. There was, for example, the bitter pleasure of pitying and despising the Italians. They were oppressed by corrupt, inept, and avaricious tyrannies. Still, one couldn't help thinking that they deserved them. They seemed to lack all the virtues which had made other ppl great. O. Welles acutely observed that Italy is full of actors, all of them, in fact; there are only a handful of bad ones, and they are all on the stage and in the films. Travelling to Italy gave middle-age and resigned people the sensation of being,if not young again, at least daring and pleasing to others, and the illusion that they could still bite the fruits of life with their false teeth. It makes unwanted people feel wanted, unimportant ones feel important, and purposeless people believe that the real way to live intelligently is to have no earnest purpose in life. The trickery has uprooted whatever faith in man's integrity had endured til now. Disgusted with the pretense of holiness and the reality of nastiness, each equally omnipresent, has left Italy lifeless form the languid atmospheres, the vital principle of which has been used up long ago, or corrupted by the myriads-left her crushed down in spirit with the desolation of her ruin and the hopelessness of her future-left her, in short, hating her with all our might, and adding our inidvidual curse to the infinite anathema which her old crimes has unmistakably brought down. There are the ambitious handsome young mean who arrive from the provinces with a few lire, mangare to make a few friends, meet a powerful person, and through them, slowly rise like gas bubbles of putrefaction in a muddy marsh. You can chgeck their rising practically day by day. How long does it take ? Sometimes just the time to introduce a millionaire to an independent film producer and a pretty actress, or a high gvmnt official to a contractor of public works. There are flocks of unknown starlets who walk back and forth hoping to be noticed by one of the new great directors. After a while, they merely hope to be noticed by any old director. The old actresses, often drunk (how lovely and frail they were only yesterday), come more often, accompanied by insolent young lovers. Well dressed young men stroll her with feline steps to look disdainfully at women; Here you can follow what goes on by watching faces. You can recognize the newly born flirtation or the tired old liason; Ugly things must be hidden, tragic facts swept under the carpet. All made to sparkle. These practices were not developed by people who found life rewarding, but by a pessimistic, realistic, resigned people. Thery believe man's ills can'rt be cured but only assuaged , catastrophes cannot averted but only mitigated. They prefer to glide elegantly over the surface of life and leave the depths unplumbed. Garbo is another Italian word with no easy translation. It can be the careful circusmpection with which one slowly changes political alliance when things are on the verge of becoming dangerous. Nobody in Italy confesses to be 'an average man'; everybody persuades himself he's one of the gods' favourite sons Only dead Italians wre deemed worthy of attention, the longer dead the more worthy. The 18th century Italy of foreign desires, country of dead languages, mute stones and more dead Italians, was never so dissmilar from the Italians Italy. Of course, travellers could not help also seeing the gay, profane and corrupt reality, which was all around them. It didn't disturb them, it shocked a few and seduced many. They had a wonderful time. They loved it. But few would admit they'd come mainly for the fun of mingling with such contemptible people. Theors was an earnest quest for knowledge, only rarely interrupted by inevitable interludes of immorality. The contact wuith the unruly country somehow taught them that everything in art and life was to be the result of control, a show of man's mastery over accident, excesses, storms of passion and chaos. We now suspect that foreigners in the 18th and 19th century unconsciously came to enjoy the interludes of fun among the live Italians more than the lessons of ancient history among the dead Italians. Few would admit it. Very few tried to analyse the nature of the pleasures they found in watcing Italains live their noisy lives, mingling with them and accepting their indulgent habits. This sense of liberation they experience was, first of all, a distinct physical sensation they felt the moment they passed the frontier, a muted excitement, a quickeneing of the senses. Many were tempted to think the translation of everyday scenes into durable masterpieces was far easier in Italy, were the distance between nature and aert was shorter, and more easily bridged than in less picturesque and more familiar parts of the world. But rapture and delight weren't pure, they were mixed with other sensations, different, disturbing and alarming. There was, for example, the bitter pleasure of pitying and despising the Italians. They were oppressed by corrupt, inept, and avaricious tyrannies. Still, one couldn't help thinking that they deserved them. They seemed to lack all the virtues which had made other ppl great. O. Welles acutely observed that Italy is full of actors, all of them, in fact; there are only a handful of bad ones, and they are all on the stage and in the films. Travelling to Italy gave middle-age and resigned people the sensation of being,if not young again, at least daring and pleasing to others, and the illusion that they could still bite the fruits of life with their false teeth. It makes unwanted people feel wanted, unimportant ones feel important, and purposeless people believe that the real way to live intelligently is to have no earnest purpose in life. The trickery has uprooted whatever faith in man's integrity had endured til now. Disgusted with the pretense of holiness and the reality of nastiness, each equally omnipresent, has left Italy lifeless form the languid atmospheres, the vital principle of which has been used up long ago, or corrupted by the myriads-left her crushed down in spirit with the desolation of her ruin and the hoplessness of her future-left her, in short, hating her with all our might, and adding our inidvidual curse to the infinite anathema which her old crimes has unmistakably brought down. There are the ambitious handsome young mean who arrive from the provinces with a few lire, mangare to make a few friends, meet a powerful person, and through them, slowly rise like gass bubbles of putrefaction in a muddy marsh. You can chgeck their rising practically day by day. How long does it take ? Sometimes just the time to introduce a millionaire to an independent film producer and apretty actress, or a high gvmnt official to a contractor of public works. There are flocks of unknown starlets who walk back and forth hoping to be noticed by one of the new great directors. After a while, they merely hope to be noticed by any old director. The old actresses, often drunk (how lovely and frail they were only yesterday), come more often, accompanied by insolent young lovers. Well dressed young men stroll her with feline steps to look disdainfully at women; Here you can follow what goes on by watching faces. You can recognize the newly born flirtation or the tired old liason; Ugly things must be hidden, tragic facts swept under the carpet. All made to sparkle. These practices were not developed by people who found life rewarding, but by a pessimistic, realistic, resigned people. Thery believe man's ills can'rt be cured but only assuaged , catastrophes cannot averted but only mitigated. They prefer to glide elegantly over the surface of life and leave the depths unplumbed. Garbo is another Italian word with no easy translation. It can be the careful circusmpection with which one slowly changes political alliance when things are on the verge of becoming dangerous. Nobody in Italy confesses to be 'an average man'; everybody persuades himself he's one of the gods' favourite sons. Of course they never lied. Both pictures were true. Often, to put up a show becomes the only pathetic way to revolt against destiny, face life's injustices with one of the few weapons available