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I don't know what is more disturbing. The fact that I suspected such things all along or the fact that the basis of every bit of information the general population knows is all fabrication created by The Elite or Aristocracy? Aristocracy is the term I have resolved to employ as the descriptive word that will encompass the totality of the race that has the fate of the planet earth in their very hands.
It is almost as if school is a place to make sure all the mass insects are fed the same lies so that the Aristocrats can work from the same page of fairytales so as to keep the story straight and then no one questions the "authority". (this stinks.)
Well I guess the aristocracy is very intelligent, but who is to say that it could not have been us? We are, because it is not us and we are disposable to the higher power, the Aristocrats. We gave them the power to take ours away once we believed in every word they taught us.
So what is to become of this planet when parthenogenesis is perfected? I would like to know not because I expect to be included, I know I am one of the bugs, or insects more or less invading "your" planet. I know I am to be exterminated with the others, but when? I am curious though as to what will the planet be like when everybody is dead and the only alive are the clones?
The aristocrats poisoned my little baby nephews, like they were bugs, with Raid. Raid, kills bugs dead.
I had a feeling all along that "the truth" was not going to be beautiful.
The poisoned ones will be that much quicker to extinguish. The drunk ones will question less. The fat ones will barely be able to move and that stupid Atkins diet… you are hoping they will just drop off like flies so you don't have to deal with them yourselves ("yourselves" being them, THE ARISTOCRATS.)
I am not ignorant enough to think we can do anything about it and it is best for those who are about to be slaughtered that they know not the truth. After all they will begin weeping and screaming in psychological pain from the impending physical doom that is upon them. It's best for them not to know that there is no "god" to hear or reply to their useless pussy whining, right?
So pray, pray to god and while your eyes are closed we will snatch your biological life away and know this: Your life means nothing to us.
Goodbye.
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misstree
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this is why i take such pride in being a disruptive force.
nothing pisses the Greys off more than someone who runs around biting and clawing people to wakefulness, that raises holy laughter wherever they may roam. cat_herding is a skill. so many have that small feeling of unease to sieze upon and turn them to look at the truth, and if you whisper the right things in their ears, they will See, and they will not forget.
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Lick
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It is one thing to run around slapping the 'Greys' and getting wakefullness as a result, and quite another to keep that wakefullness, nuture it to understanding of their plight, getting the emotions aroused, getting action focused and committment to carry through.
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Lick
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Lead by action.
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Lead by destruction.
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