Good to be tickling the keyboard again after taking three days off to play with my old friend John Lyman, the intrepid adventurer and seasoned raconteur. Our solid commitment to fishing paid off in spades, culminating in the culinary delights of pan seared flounder and redfish grilled on the half shell. Utterly delectable it was.
Later, following our fishing follies, we had the immense pleasure of viewing a “blast from the past” box full of old photos (great thanks Jonah, love ya kid). We totally belly laughed at the faded pics of those rough and tumble days of 1980’s Galveston.
Funny thing … back then our specialty and passion was our annual Halloween party. We (an actual team) would work for an entire month to prepare John’s house for the spooky bash that would draw ghouls from as far away as other states.
The event developed a life of its own and eventually became a legend in our own minds. It was so raucous and rowdy that after witnessing the spectacle the first year, the neighbors always made certain to be out of town on October 31. They were smart like that.
The costumery was often clever, lavish and outrageously funny, but never quite reaching distasteful. Your author did however manage to achieve some degree of notoriety by cross dressing in drag for the event for 4 years in a row. Can’t believe I said that right out loud.
For those dear friends wondering, I haven’t dressed up like Annie Oakley, Martina Navratilova, Joanie the Cheerleader or Queen of the Roller Derby since. I guess it was just a fun phase of this clown’s life. Looking back, I guess I should have been less silly and frivolous back then. Nah, that’s no fun.
So after many ha’s ha’s of reminiscing the good old days, we pricked our fingers. Because that’s what friends do in these interesting times. Our new microscope enabled us to have a peek at our blood in order to check for the new nano-technology we are hearing all about.
Happily we did not see any of the nefarious structures in our blood. No graphine oxide, hydrogel filaments or quantum dots were there to be seen. We did however see a solar eclipse earlier in the day, so that was cool.
Unfortunately for humanity it appears the nano-attack is real. Believe it or don’t, humans are now literally being controlled by micro-technology. Bodies are being made to do things they would not ordinarily do. Like up and dying, for example.
Bodies are clotting. Whether it’s the graphene, the Q-dots or the spike protein causing the clotting is hard say at this point, but one thing we know for certain is that everyone from top level athletes to rotund couch dwellers are suddenly dropping like flies or having an acute failure to wake up.
And now that McKernan and others have positively identified the cancer causing SV-40 in the covid jab, we know for sure these monsters mean business and are not gonna monkey around any longer.
I guess if it was good enough for Jack Ruby, it’s plenty good enough for the rest of us, no? For want of doubt, check out Shannon Joy’s courageous documentary called “Kill Shot” on Rumble. Just be sure to have an emesis basin handy.
There is simply no denying the wicked agenda of the sick and rich de-populationists any longer. As we talked about in an earlier essay, we are fast approaching the tipping point in our rapidly devolving story at which things get interesting and not in a good way. More like in a buckle up your chin straps kind of way.
Historically homo sapiens have always killed each other in quite generous numbers, but never before have so many been targeted for outright extinction. With such an ominous backdrop it takes very little genius to predict that the wheels are about to fly completely off of this runaway loco-motive soon to be careening out of anyone’s control.
And just in case a global Deathshot is not enough, perhaps a government approved invasion by poor/violent “migrants” from the entire world is our subtle clue that things are about to go fully bugnuts cray cray.
Thanks to the treasonous scumbags BarryO and his slobbering sidekick Brandon, the smoldering Jihad is present and soon to be accounted for. I’m surprised we are not being told to duck and cover.
As things get really real, the strength of our Good Help Networks will come into sharp focus. Let us all help each other to the best of our abilities and resources. Self defense will surely loom large. May we all keep in mind that life is all about peace, love and freedom.
Here’s to the hope and the prayer that the Forces of Good can prevail against an enemy so vile that most folks cannot even imagine the half of it.
~~ j ~~
“Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.”
~~ Sitting Bull
#BanTheJab, #Texit
I'd keep checking. I've done multiple people over a year, and I have seen change. Unfortunately, not for the better it seems.
Good to hear your scope arrived and even better to hear that you have no fibres etc.
Sometimes when I see people now I pull out a big syringe and needle just to see reactions. Can be quite humorous when they realise I'm just pulling their leg. There are still those that wouldnt say anything tho if I actually proceeded. And thats after telling them I am not a doc. The feeling of relief shows on their face when I reassure them its just the clicker I use.
Good works.