It’s sad when another face from the televised latch-key kid indoctrination of my youth, dies. Yes, that’s right, Pee-Wee Herman, who’s real name was Paul Reubens, has passed away from a long private battle with cancer. Bummer you went out that way Paul; it sounds terrifyingly painful, particularly the mental part, & to know you’re going to die when your malignant cancer becomes terminal…oh man, that has got to be a total mind-fuck. Cancer has become more prevalent as the global population grows, which is obvious, considering much greater numbers of people living on this God-forsaken planet, but on top of that, it’s statistically more common if you compare the number of cancer patients to the population, as in more people then ever are getting cancer. Why, why all this cancer?
Maybe it’s because they poison everything with carcinogenic chemicals? Could that be why? Could it be because they poison the food, poison the water, even poison the air? No matter where you go, minus the millions of unexplored off-grid places, there’s something there to poison you, especially in the once great USA, now deemed the USSA, the United Socialist States of America. That’s right, & America is the worst, especially with the food. Actually, they put fluoride in the water & who knows what else, but fluoride alone, is bad enough. Most people drink it up, every day, with zero inclination as to what they’re even drinking. I drink bottled and/or filtered water myself, & do various things to make sure my pineal gland continues to become uncalcified. Didn’t know that? You didn’t know that fluoridated water calcifies your pineal gland, the “seat of your soul?” Okay, well then click that link & inform yourself.
Nonetheless, before I divert to the exit ramp & drive this article home, I’ll give one more shoutout to the great Paul Reubens, AKA Pee-Wee Herman, as many people knew him. Yikes, can you imagine the street encounters with fans once he became famous with his show Pee-Wee’s Playhouse? That must’ve been a nightmare for him, with all those people doing the Pee-Wee laugh, dancing on their toes, reciting lines from his show, what a drain that must have been. He could never go out without that happening I bet. He was arrested, if you remember, for jerking off in an adult theatre. Weird that he got arrested, because isn’t that what men do when they go to such places? I’ve never heard of anyone being arrested for it, except Pee-Wee of course. Oh yes, that’s another one, everyone calling him Pee-Wee, instead of his real name Paul. Fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be I suppose, right?
Until next time dear readers, be glad you can walkabout without hordes of people hounding you & begging you to do your tricks, like a dog. Be glad you don’t have a spotlight on you 24/7, because that kind of anxiety is astronomical, & that’s why many Hollywood types turn to drugs & self-destruction. They simply want to have a bit of normalcy, if only for a moment, but once you’re trapped inside that “celebrity bubble,” any chance of a “normal” life is over. You can only find that again if you leave Hollywood, quit acting, & go off-grid. Most would rather stay & fight for that proverbial role, saying & doing whatever they can to make it, even sacrificing loved ones so that they themselves can level up in that dark world. It’s dark, such a dark place, so be glad, be thankful you have a light int he darkness. Whether or not it’s a stadium light, or candle light, you are creating the fire, the light, because there can always be light in the darkness, but never vice-versa. So sayeth FisH™🎏
I have no idea what’s going on in my head, but if I’m lucky enough to get a bit of sleep, I’m having these exceptionally lucid dreams, & this morning’s dream, was the kicker, arguably the most vividly surreal dream ever, & yours truly has had some doozies. This dream was so real, so bizarre, & only lasted an hour or so, in 4d time, here in 3d Clownworld, & as usual, I woke up drenched in sweat, like soaking wet, & yours truly, was shivering via said cold sweat. The dream was real, it was so fucking real; I was there, wherever there was. Do you want an illustration? Great question, thanks for playing, so here it goes…
It began in something that resembled Google headquarters, surrounded by tech nerds that could’ve been Tri-Lambs, as they were as dorky as it gets. They were all giving me the stinky-stink eyes, & I kept asking, ‘What’s going on here?”…as if I knew something was up, & just as I shouted my statement to them, I noticed a tattoo on the top of my left hand, a tattoo of a burning sun, which kind of looked like the image below, except there was multi-colored clouds at the base of this strange sun. These nerds started saying, “You’re one of them,” but, “One of who?” I thought, & I kept asking & asking, but got no answers except the stinky eyes. Here’s a pic I found that resembled the tattoo closely, but like said, the clouds are missing. I could’ve photoshopped it, but I didn’t. Visualize it yourself; here it is…
This pic, that somehow I found, almost perfectly resembles the tattoo, minus the aforementioned clouds, right atop my left hand, & for some reason, it petrified this assembly of IT dorks, & they suddenly began to attack me, attack me not only verbally, but physically, & so, the war began…the one-man army, versus an army of pocket protectors. I had no fear, like ZERO fear, as I battled my way through this random onslaught of a nerd army. I also had no recollection…hang on, wait a second, there’s the ringing, this mysterious ringing in my ears. I don’t know why, but I get this ringing in my ears randomly, maybe 3-4 times a day. It’s gone now, but I wanted to interject with the ear-rings, because I think the lucid dreams, the visions, & these random ear ringings, are all connected somehow, but to what? I have no clue. It just happens, & it isn’t tinnitus for fuck’s sake. I did some online research, & it could be something connected to the spiritual awakening that’s happening to me, in real time, here on 3d Earth, or, it could be some kind of medical condition, of course…wah was wahhhhhhhh…fuck it.
Anyway, back to the dream, now where was I? Oh yes, the recollection, or rather, the un-recollection, of being here in Clownworld. No memory of phones, internet, my cat, friends, family, nothing, nothing from here was in my head when I was there, in some kind of outer-dimensional dreamscape. It was as if I switched bodies somehow, switched these ridiculous 3d meat suits, & I cannot explain why, not yet anyway. I was there though, like THERE THERE, & once the battling began, it got really intense. Like I mentioned, these nerds, maybe a few hundred or so, started coming at me, like to kill me, & so I fought, fought all of them, like William Wallace fought. I was knocking people out, left & right, snapping necks, kicking knees, & nerd guys, and/or dorky girls, it didn’t matter because I was fighting for my life, so everyone was fair game. I recall breaking what appeared to be a flagpole…GAHHHHH..there’s the ringing again, what the fuck is up with these ringings in my ears? It comes, low pitch to hit pitch, then back down, as it fades away. I wish I knew what it meant, because ;m 1000% sure it ain’t tinnitus damnit. I just changed the title, adding “ear rings,” since it has happened twice since I started writing this. What can it mean?
Regardless, back to the dream, & the battle between myself, & only myself, against an entire institution, if you will, of these angry nerds. Let’s see, oh yes, the breaking of the flagpole. I was grabbing anything, anything I could to defend myself, & one thing that I remember well, was kicking said flagpole, breaking it in half, with a jagged sharpened edge after I broke it. Some reprobate was coming right at me, I can recall his eyes, because I took that flagpole I broke, & shoved it right into his left eye, straight though to the brain, as if he was a zombie, dropping him dead, & I had zero, ZERO inkling of what I was doing being wrong. This was war, & apparently I’m a fearless killer on the subconscious battlefield. Moving on, the fight was on, & all the while they screamed, “YOU’RE ONE OF THEM, HE’S ONE OF THEM, GET HIM,” & they just kept coming, & coming, like roaches inn abandoned house, they were everywhere, & they all wanted to kill yours truly because of this burning sun tattoo on my hand. I kept pleading with them as we fought, saying “WHY??? Why are you attacking me? Please tell me why,” but as I said, all I heard was, “You’re one of them, you’re one of them.” ONE OF WHO?? WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE,” but all I got was their buzzphrase, & it had something to do with the tattoo, as I alluded to earlier.
All of a sudden, BANG, BOOM, as fires started erupting all around us, but where were these fires coming from? I looked to the area where the flames came flying through the air like a mini-meteor shower, & what did I see? It was a squadron, maybe 15-20 of these soldiers, AI soldiers, with guns that were shooting fireballs like mortar shells, but from their “guns, I guess you could say. They weren’t normal guns, so to speak, they were fireball guns, & when they fired them, balls of light came out that exploded into a raging inferno, similar to napalm, which scared the bejesus out of these nerds. It scared them so much, that the started screaming & running, but still directing their buzz-phrases at me…”He’s one of them, he’s one of them.” ONE OF WHO, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU NERDS WHINING ABOUT???”…it was so aggravating, & since I had no clue, I began to run away from the robots with them, as flames erupted all around us, burning the nerds alive, yet all the while, I had no fear whatsoever. I was so puzzled & intrigued by the tattoo on my hand, & so I stopped, after a brief jog with the runaway nerds.
When I stopped, the AI robot squad, got closer, & closer, until they were literally right beside me. They had no interest in me though, none whatsoever, as if they knew to only attack their enemies, & I guess I wasn’t their enemy, & so I watched them march by as they fired relentlessly into the crowd of hooligan nerds. They had no heads, per se, & in the place where a head should be, there were something that looked like a small handycam, with one eye in the front of it, so if you look at the pic here, their”heads,” looked like this, but instead of the lens, there was a single eye, moving like a human eye, but like a human eye on meth. Very strange, right, but that’s what I saw. They also had swivel waists, very thin, that their torso could rotate on a full 360 degrees, & they had armor, light/medium armor that looked like storm troopers, if you want something to compare it to something we all know. They all were carrying these fireball napalm guns, & as they got closer, & closer, as I said earlier, they didn’t even acknowledge me whatsoever, which was really odd I thought, as they marched right on by me, firing away on the nerds. Crazy, right?
As I mentioned earlier, I had no fear at all, like NONE, as if I knew I’d be okay, & these AI robots were no threat to me, but to the nerds, it was their nightmare incarnate. After they marched by, mercilessly slaughtering the Tri-Lambs like pigs, as they fled in terror, I decided to go to the bathroom to calm down & splash water on my face. I told you at the beginning, I WAS THERE, & this was so damn real, but I cannot explain the meaning. I think dreams are way, WAYYYY more meaningful than humans know. I don’t have the answers, not yet, but damnit, this was as real as it gets, to the point of smelling the erupting sulfuric fireballs, but when I fought, I fought like a lion, & my hands weren’t hurting from breaking nerd faces left & right. I’ve been in a few fights in the waking world, & broke my hands a few times, because it fucking hurts when you smash someone in the face, & I’ve broken my hands several times street fighting as a kid, but in the dream, none of that occurred, & I fought to kill, so they wouldn’t kill me.
Nonetheless, I made my way to the closest bathroom, & somehow I knew exactly where to go, & when I got there, I recall the details of said bathroom, once I woke myself up. The walls were puke green, there were maybe 4 or 5 sinks, & toilet stalls of the same number, each stall in front of a sink. It looked just like a high school bathroom, if you want a visual for reference, & so I got there, & splashed my face, which felt very…refreshing, you could say. The peace only lasted for a fleeting moment, however, because just as I was splashing my face, I heard the nerds, STILL chanting, “he’s one of them, he’s one of them,” & it’s so stuck in my head, I’ve been hearing it all damn day, like an earworm that won’t go away. Upon the face-splashing, & hearing the chanting of the nerds, I looked to the right where the door was, & there they were, the nerd posse, led by some ultra-nerd with a light blue baseball cap turned backwards. Like I said though, I was fearless, & their threats meant nothing, & whatever they were thinking of doing, I was going to fight my way through that fucking door, because I immediately had a strong sense of entrapment, as this was the only way out of this puke green bathroom, so I charged at them. The “leader,” if you will, the one with the backwards ball cap came at me first. He tried to headbutt me, which is a very effective move, if one were to land it right. He failed miserably though, since I had the speed of a a light beam, similar to Paul Atreides from the Dune lore. I countered his headbutt, which missed me completely, & gave him a powerful left hook which shut him down immediately. I’m not even left-handed, so that was weird. Yet, in the dream, this wacky dream, it was all…natural, you might say, & I had abilities, powerful abilities, that was as familiar to me as walking.
After I dropped the backwards ballcapper, I was battling my way to get back outside, & all of a sudden, I heard someone saying, “wake up, wake up, you’re in a dream, wake up,” & POOF, I was awake, completely soaked with cold sweat. So drenched I was shivering, thats how wet it was. This dream has replayed over, & over, & over, all fucking day, & so, I wrote it out just now, to share with all of you, & so I don’t forget. What can it mean, what can it mean, perhaps it was only a dream, yes? Fuck if I know, but like I said, it was so damn real, & then waking up completely soaked, dripping sweat, like I just got out of a shower & forgot a towel, that’s how sweaty I was, & so, I tossed my robe, my boxers, my sleeping shorts, all into he wash, then cranked the shower on full-blast heat, all the way up, because I was shivering like a Quaker. Some say dreams are just dreams, maybe the are, but yours truly does NOT abide that notion whatsoever. It has something to do with our true abilities, which have been meticulously taken from us, all of us, by the so-called “ruling elites.” What do they know that we do NOT know? Damnit, damn them all to hell. All I want o know is the TRUTH, because we’ve been lied to our entire lives about our real origins, & yours truly, for one, is sick & tired of their occult secrets. IT’S NOT RIGHT, & unless you’re born into heir venomous bloodlines, you never get to find out. It’s so fucking aggravating, & I’ve been stewing all day over it.
It’s time to wrap this up, as I have illustrated to the best of my own recollection, this bizarrely vivd dream I had about ohhhhh…14 hours ago. I’m dead tired now, but no matter how tired I get, if I get a few hours of sleep, I’m good. I’m so used to this crippling insomnia by now, but along with the visions, & these dreams, & waking up sweat-soaked, I don’t know what the fuck is happening with me. I looked into possible causes online, & the search results were no bueno, as all the possible causes were things that were negative in nature, you could say. Regardless, time to go, so until next time dear readers, I think something is coming, some kind of event maybe, or, I’m going totally insane & these aforementioned dreams & visions, are just part of an undiagnosed mental disorder. Who knows?…& who cares? No one, & on that note, I’m done, like a dead fish floating around & around, in a flushing toilet. Yikes. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏
“Be mindful of the AI; it has yours truly in its pocket, & you could be next.” Fish F Fish🎏
Well dang, it’s that time again, the Spring Equinox is here, marking the official end of the “dark winter” that was forecast by many. Was it, in fact, “dark?” Yes, I’d say so, but more of a continuing darkness, as this once great country continues to spiral downward, like the toilet I flushed earlier after my morning post-coffee log drop. I’m hearing some interesting rumors about this week ahead. Will the infamous “Trump arrest” happen on Tuesday? The world is watching, as intended, all eyes on Trump, while everyone’s eyes should be elsewhere, focusing on what’s going on behind the scenes, rather than the fake news that the powers-that-be broadcast 24/7 via their scripted-narrative mainstream mass media multi-outlet machine. I’ll get to the big rumor in a minute, but I wanted to acknowledge another milestone reached in my widgets on the right side of my page, if you’re viewing this in full-site mode. Of course, said milestone being the beginning on springtime, the only pretty ring time, birds sing, hey ding, a dinga-ding, sweet lovers love, the spring. RIP Gene Wilder, or rather, Jerome Silberman.
Oy vey, there sure are a lot of…people that change their names in Hollywood, aren’t there? Regardless of the unusually large number of these “name-changers” in Tinseltown, no one else could be Willy Wonka in that role he played back in 1971’s nostalgic classic Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Brilliant performance, & what a gem the movie itself is; I think I know every song all the way through, because I’ve watched that movie countless times. We Gen-X ’80s kids know what it’s like to only have a certain amount of VHS movies at your disposal, so what do you do? You watch them over, & over, & over, & over, & over again. Why did we do this? I don’t know exactly, but we did, at least I did, & all my childhood friends did, so I can only assume that other Gen-Xers know what I’m talking about. Classic ’80s movies, & for me it was flicks like Roadhouse, Drugstore Cowboy, Altered Sates, any brat pack flick, the original Tron. Big Trouble in Little China is so legendary that it gets its own sentence. Dang, I was having trouble at first because there were so many movies flashing before my childhood eyes, that I was blanking on the names of which ones to pick. No worries dear readers, for now the flood gates have opened, unleashing a tidal wave of movie titles I want to add, but if I did, I don’t know where I’d stop, know what I mean? Those days of going to the VHS rental place with the fam, & everyone individually picking out a movie, then back home to watch them. Remember all those selections? Oh man, so many, think of some great ’80s movies, try it yourself, think of your favorite ’80s movies, then just think of ’80s movies in general. Surreally nostalgic feeling, isn’t it? Good times, such a good time, the ’80s were as a kid.
Springtime as an ’80s kid was great too. Everyone ready to hit the empty lot at the end of the street for no-pads full-tackle football. We didn’t really hold back either, it was kind of brutal. Always went home with skinned knees & cuts & bruises & such, but so what? That’s what being a kid was about back then. We were savages, young enough to bounce back, & no one ever broke a bone in our neighborhood pigskin matchups, not one of us. Never once was an ambulance called from the age of 4-5, to the age of 10, other than me at that 4-5ish age range. My first ambulance experience was my clumsy little ass, & I detailed that terrible accident in another post somewhere in the archives. Not going to re-tell the terrible tale here, but I will re-recite the highlight, which is that I think I died on the operating table, or at least dreamt that I did. I recall “floating,” which I have to quote because I don’t have a word for standing there with no legs anymore, or a body. However, standing there, I watched the whole operation, & someone was standing next to me, watching along side, but I have no idea who it was or what they even looked like. I do not recall this person saying a word, only that I felt very comfortable next to this entity, & happy that they were there. We watched from atop the highest seats in something like an ancient Greek amphitheater, & there my unconscious little body was, down on the “stage” so to speak, looking pale & dead from all the blood loss, tube down my throat, with a team of doctors sewing my face back together. I suppose my soul self, now separated from my body temporarily, & some other unknown soul, we’re watching all of this. Whoever this person was, I feel like they’re always with me somehow, even to this very day, this first day of Spring. Maybe one day I’ll find the answer when we see each other again on the astral plane, if we do. Still gives me a haunting feeling, get it?
Before I get off the exit ramp to Segueville yet again, I’m going to wrap this article up. I meant to have it out by this morning , the beginning fo the day, for obvious reasons. Other duties called though, which is rare mid-article for yours truly, but such is life. Oh shit, I almost forgot, stay mindful tomorrow. This theatrical nonsense with an alleged “Trump arrest” is a big-time psy-op. Not sure why they’re doing it, or exactly what the real end goal of this particular play is, but it looks like we’ll all know more soon enough. Until next time dear readers, remember that plays are made up of acts, & actors acting. So sayeth FisH™…🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡
“Plays are made up of acts, & actors acting.” Fish F Fish🎏
That’s right, today we are going to discuss video shenanigans, particularly focusing on two viral vids, two that are VERY active in the current news cycle at this ever-so precarious moment in the zeitgeist. So much going on, right? Sheesh, but continuing on, which videos am I talking about? Oh wait, dang, there’s actually THREE of these video magic shows, going viral as I write this & you read it, if you’re reading this today of course, this ultra-frigid, next-to-last day of January, 2023. Fuckin’ frigid is fuckin’ right, good God it’s cold outside, like a literal freezer, except colder, as it’s going to dip down to oh………….negative 8ish or so tonight. Yay global warming…fucking idiots. So OVER the Clownworld nonsense, at every level, & I wish I could just wake up one day back in the natural timeline, the timeline that you, & me, were sucked out of, the night Trump WON the election. Don was clearly going to win, there were no doubts, but then when we all woke up the next morning, everything had changed. Don was losing, & the world felt…different, at least to me it did. Perhaps I sensed the timeline shift in my sleep, but could do nothing. Maybe that’s when you timeline-jump, during sleepy-snoozing time, I don’t know, I have no idea, & probably never will, unfortunately.
Let’s get to it, first video, & I’ll go from worst to best, or best to worst, however you wanna look at it. First up, the Paul Pelosi “hammer attack” video, taken straight from the ALLEGED body cam footage via the officers on scene. To start, wasn’t it reported that this all happened at around 2/230 AM?…yet the time on the body cam clearly reads “9:31,” which is also displayed in “standard time,” not in military time, like EVERY OTHER POLICE BODYCAM. It should display “21:31,” not “9:31,” but since this isn’t even the time they reported this event occurred, when I noticed, my spider senses went on high alert. Check it out below…
…this is just a still image above, but here’s the whole video, if you haven’t seen it yet…
They’ve had weeks & weeks to sort out this video, & by “sort out,” I mean “fake it,” as in a production, as in it’s NOT real police bodycam footage from that night. Why is that so hard to fathom for many of you? California is the land of productions, the land of scripts, & actors, & this took place in San Franshitsco at the Pelosi home, yes? Therefore why? Why would that not be a reasonable conclusion, based on the evidence here, why? Need more evidence? What about the cameras at the house? What about the security? Nancy “PissPants” Pelosi, at the time, was arguably the 3rd most powerful person in the country, since she was 3rd in line for the Presidency as Speaker of the House, so where were the secret service agents? Sure, she supposedly wasn’t home during this bizarre event, but her gay alcoholic husband was. Does he NOT get the same kind of secret service security that his faux-wife does? No? Yes? No? Who knows, but that sure seems odd, right? Listen to the poorly scripted dialogue as the cops initially walk up to the door…”I sure hope Paul isn’t home,” …derp, are they seriously going to assume people are SO dumb, that they’d buy this manufactured crapola? Oh wait, most are that dumb, & most do buy the lemon on the lot, unfortunately. You never see the hammer actually hit Paul, where’s the blood, & doesn’t that house seem a bit…basic, for lack of a better word. The Pelosi’s are multi-millionaires, & this is how the inside of their house looks? None of this adds up, it stinks of deception, & I for one, am SICK & TIRED of being lied to every fucking day by the fake news fakestream propaganda-peddling pseudo-media. This is one main reason why I do, what I do, so I guess I do-do, do-do tell the truth. I do-do my verbal juju, do this for all for you-you, that’s what I do, do-do for you-you. No lies & no poo-poo, everything I write is true-true, or maybe I’m a just cuckoo, but regardless, that’s what I do-do. Now let’s go to video number two-two.
The next one isn’t exactly a video, but rather, a series of clips. about Damar Hamlin, but this one literally just got squashed maybe. He’s the NFL player that collapsed from “cardiac arrest” allegedly about a month ago. There were…curious events, you could say, since then, as in some speculated that he actually died, & the person saying they were Damar, was actually NOT Damar, but a lookalike. However, in the last hour, he just released a video finally, where you can clearly see his face, & he’s thanking his fans & God for their support. Chalk this one up to debunked live in real-time I suppose…or is it? Note that his upload was ready to roll on all the major Fake News MSM networks, all within an hour. Hmmm, in HD too, clearly scripted, like he’s in a studio, he supposedly uploaded this video below…I don’t know, seems like a lot of over-production for a video he put up on social media. Make what you will of this one, it’s all a stage.
Finally, video 3, & this one might piss some people off, at my accord, for some reason…oh wait, it’s because I’m white, got it. Moving on, this is about the Tyre Nichols body cam footage they released the other day. Of course, liberal lunatics are blaming white people, again, even though it was FIVE, FIVE, count them, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 BLACK police officers that beat Tyre to death. They’re crying, “SYSTEMATIC RACISM, SYSTEMATIC RACISM!!” …right on cue, their communist college professors chiming through their programmed little foot soldiers, it’s all so mental. I would argue that it’s “systematically racist,” to ALWAYS blame white people, is it not? I’m not dumb enough and/or brainwashed enough to dive head-first into the shallow end of the pool of Foucaultian master/slave power dynamics. I don’t take cues from degenerate pedophilic homosexuals with severe narcissism issues who push nonsense like “queer theory” into identity politics on the back of the civil rights movement. I see right through those Jedi mind tricks, although sadly most don’t, I haven’t a clue as to what I just referenced, but I digress. The point of this Fooze is video shenanigans, & there were some in these body cams I want to mention.
The main thing is this, the OUTRAGEOUS behavior of these FIVE BLACK COPS, who literally went straight-hood on this poor guy, to the point of getting Tyre’s head in place, like a football on a tee, then kicking him in the face, again, like a football being punted for the extra point, it was so brutal. Numerous sucker punches, it was tough to watch. If it hasn’t been for the camera on a civilian’s house, we might’ve never known the truth. Why? These cops were well-aware of who had the body cam on, when it was on or off, & acted accordingly, totally ignorant of the fact that the whole incident was captured on a civilian’s home camera. Whoops. Why whoops? As soon as they finished beating the bear-shit out of Tyre, they put on quite a show for the cop with the body cam. “He tried to take my gun,” was the worst of it, as they pseudo-cleverly repeated it, along with other phrases like, “he was driving crazy, into oncoming traffic,” which he wasn’t, but that would imply Tyre was very dangerous, & had tried to attack these FIVE CORRUPT BLACK POLICE OFFICERS, when he was not. It looked to me in fact, like he was scared for his own life, as it turned out he should have been, almost as if he knew these cops maybe?…I don’t know about that, just loosely speculating on the fly in real time, but the utter UN-professionalism from these FIVE BLACK COPS, was really disgusting. As ratchet as it gets, seriously, I couldn’t even understand some of what they were saying, they went so hood. I’ll link Part 1 of the body cams below, as this was the most detailed, but sadly, the most graphic of the footage I saw. Watch at your own peril, it’s on you from here to click below…
The fake news media has been producing narratives for decades now, so it’s certainly NOT just speculation to assume that relatively EVERYTHING broadcast out by them is NOT authentic. None of it. That’s my own notion, based on the Rocky Mountain range of evidence I have amassed over my decades-long search for truth. The great quest for truth, the ultimate truth, that is literally all I want in this surreal life, to find the God-damned truth, is that so hard? Why did God damn the truth in the first place, so we’d all spend our entire lives trying to find it again? So certain people in the most powerful of power positions could possess the real truth, while shitting out bread crumbs of truth to the masses, like jigsaw puzzle pieces, is that why you “damn” the truth God? Why though, why would YOU, damn the truth? I suppose you didn’t actually “say” that, did you God? I said it, man said it, speaking for YOU, so I guess YOU haven’t damned anything, because WE have, we’ve all damned ourselves. We just can’t admit it, so we blame YOU, “God did it…it’s HIS will,” but how the fuck do humans know anything about what a God wants? We think SO highly of ourselves, it’s atrocious, even me, look at me, damning truth in God’s name, although completely unintentionally, just came out as I wrote. Hopefully he knows I’m just an idiot human, & meant nothing by it(looks at the sky for lightning)…good old B-list comedy, surely God enjoys a cheap laugh at my own folly, I don’t know, I’m just wrapping this up babbling, & I forgot to shoutout the circularity for this Fooze…which is a bit vague this time, & twisted into this paragraph somehow…let’s see, fake videos in the beginning, fake videos at the end, the loop of broadcast narratives, scripts, productions, all acting, yes, oh TIMELINES…duh. Gotta just mention those timelines, jumping timelines, in our sleep maybe, when they turn on CERN maybe, totally not real at all maybe, I don’t know, but the circularity is complete. We’ve tiptoe-tapdanced around & around the bowl, circling down the flushing toilet of time, in THIS timeline, where the clowns cruise speed-limit free on rainbow highways, fake narratives are broadcast from Hollywood hellspawn. The serpent has found her own tail once again, & she eats it.
Until next time, remember that television is broadcast, broadcast programming, it’s right there in the words. Do hast clowns will.
The link below will guide to RAW footage of one of two gunmen executing a cop this morning at the headquarters of the Paris, France-based satirical newspaper Charlie Hebdo. What they won’t show you on the MSM, but you WILL see in this link is the aforementioned gunman shooting a cop relatively point blank in the head, but there’s just one problem…
….when he shoots, no brains go flying out onto the sidewalk, there’s no blood splatter, and when the camera pans back across, there is no blood pooling…
….hmmmmm….
I’ll let you see for yourselves as this “story” develops…
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 