I like how they say the document “isn’t perfect”. As if to say the Pope is supposed to be perfect like Christ himself.

Z I’m not sure but some say Whiteclaw is the new Zima.

Plenty of that Israeli money came from Democrats and Republicans alike funneling American tax payer funds to Israel. The two party system is entirely corrupt.

Everytime I hear of another charity donation run, I can’t help but wonder who is tracking where he money actually ends up? Nobody seems to question it.

Speaking of trickster, there are numerous DMT “Jester” encounter trip reports.

Adam Conductor

Can someone explain “shit posting”? I assume it’s just a post that’s full of shit of some kind?

Catacombs 3d

Comparing JFKs, “Ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country” to AI speak is ludacris! They really think his written speech had an em dash? It was hand written! In cursive mind you.

The plot of Change Agent by Daniel Suarez centers around “gene edited embryos for vanity purposes”.

“Your files are now locked. In order to get your files back, you must meet our demands.”

Who hear took a keyboarding class? By keyboard I mean a typewriter.

I think it’s in the name, they played us boys with their hidden artistry.

Holy shit

Saturn 🪐 based buttholes. Grok is literally a Saturn symbol.

Just pulled this from September 2001, I imagine it came out before 9/11. It’s a fictional story based on Timothy Mcveih.

"PUZZLE MAN

WHEN A SOLDIER DIES WITH HIS SECRETS

I am not crazy, no matter what people say. I have valid reasons for everything I did, and I am at peace. My complete story will never be told, but when my heart is stopped by Uncle Sam’s pherma-ceuticals, my spirit will ascend like a white balloon over the Wabash River and fly up to heaven. God will welcome me into his house, saying, “Well done, my good and faithful servant. You followed your beliefs end acted on them. You have been a steadfast patriot to your cause, and I hereby place you at my right hand.”

Life isn’t so difficult here, but I do face a few problems. Especially when I try to sleep, because the children always appear in my dreams and ask me to play with them. They have Tonka toys and coloring books and Nerf balls, and they pull me toward the puzzle that lies scattered on the big table in the day care center.

That puzzle bothers them a lot. They want to complete it. They circle around it and ask me for help. “What is it supposed to be?” they ask me. They laugh and push the pieces of the puzzle around on the table and look at me with hopeful eyes. And at that moment in my dreems, I know these children are alive and at play in the fields of eternity.

FICTION BY ASA BABER"

I wish I could get a bunch of these printed out, it’s hard on my eyes attempting to read on these goddamn black mirrors.