Absolutely fascinating how otherwise interesting writers are true believers. Once the meme is planted it seems to live rent free in heads big and small, eggheads to mere intelligentsia to the stenographers of journalism.
Because all new "memes" are based on previous programming. It's layered and complex. If people don't question anything they see/hear/experience, the program keeps running and more malware can be spun into the mechanism.
One hoped that the smart set could see the obvious. How many young people just being shot in the ear and bleeding out would stand up and wave a fist against the droll Iwo Jima backdrop? No shock only rage in an old man?
Being shot, even if it was a slight graze against the flesh, would still be traumatizing to both men and women, as well as children. Here is my story:
I am a confident woman. I was approximately 50 years old when, while jogging alone in broad daylight in my tiny neighborhood park in a very safe small housing development, a neighbor's child aged 11 years old shot me at a 20-foot range with his AK27-style airsoft gun. He was in full riot-gear and put 7-10 pellets in my right quadriceps. As far as my body was concerned, I HAD BEEN SHOT, regardless of the type of firearm.
I went into immediate shock, screaming full volume at him: "You shot me! You f*cking SHOT ME! Oh my GOD! What the f*ck! You tried to kill me!" He stood like a frozen post. The pain in my thigh was excruciating, and suddenly my whole body was shaking. I started to limp back to my home.
Just before I left the park area, about 90 seconds later, I saw the father, who was a California Highway Patrol officer, and his younger son aged 7 emerge from some dense foliage at the park's far edge. They didn't appear to have any airsoft guns. These facts made me suspicious: Like, why didn't the father come running out when I was screaming about being shot? And what were they doing behind the foliage? Was the older son guarding their activity?
I wasn't about to turn around to talk to the father. I needed safety.
I stumbled into our home, though my husband was still at his job site. I frantically locked the front door and closed all the curtains and shades in the house. I took my cell phone into the bedroom. I crouched on the floor at the foot of our bed. I was crying and shaking. I could not stop, no matter how much I tried to breathe deeply. I called a local friend who is very much like a father to my husband and me. He finally answered and it took about 20 minutes for him to talk me down to feeling safe enough to lie on the floor and focus on my breath.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Our friend told me not to answer it, that it was probably the parent trying to explain away the harm done, and to wait until my husband got home. Moments later, my husband came home from work. I was still in shock, but I did my best to explain to him what had happened.
The doorbell rang again. It was the child's parent, who tried to tell my husband that his younger son shot me, which I knew was a lie.
It took several weeks for me to be able to go outside even to get the mail, let alone to go jogging for 30 minutes.
That story is to say that when real people get real shot, even by a pellet gun, the consequences are immediate and long-lasting.
No, I didn't. My husband and I weighed the potential consequences of reporting a police officer's child to the police. I mean, they're all in on "it," right? Not to mention the fact that the two boys often dressed up in full camouflage with their myriad airsoft guns, cavorting through the neighborhood. One time the older brother (the same one who actually shot me) pointed a gun at me in my own driveway. I said, "Do not point that gun or any weapon at me, EVER." He reluctantly complied. The brothers were clearly mentally deficient, and I believe the older one was a psychopath in training. I would not be surprised if he had been MK-ULTRA'd for as creepy and evil as he was. I decided to cut my losses and stay out of the radar of the lying father.
For what it's worth, the family split up not long after that park shooting incident, and the father and sons made life hell for the mother. She ended up getting taken out of the home by the police, which we witnessed.
I think you are lucky. I think TV has destroyed human intelligence. TV shows the injured hero accomplishing the impossible and then real life proves otherwise. Except for Trump. Captain America at 80 years or older impervious.
The AI is getting next level. What do they call it, 5th dimensional warfare?
It's making it really hard to research with AI mucking it up.
Washington State exposing the fuckers. It's possible our incredible rock musicians set it all up. R.I.P.
Absolutely fascinating how otherwise interesting writers are true believers. Once the meme is planted it seems to live rent free in heads big and small, eggheads to mere intelligentsia to the stenographers of journalism.
Because all new "memes" are based on previous programming. It's layered and complex. If people don't question anything they see/hear/experience, the program keeps running and more malware can be spun into the mechanism.
One hoped that the smart set could see the obvious. How many young people just being shot in the ear and bleeding out would stand up and wave a fist against the droll Iwo Jima backdrop? No shock only rage in an old man?
Being shot, even if it was a slight graze against the flesh, would still be traumatizing to both men and women, as well as children. Here is my story:
I am a confident woman. I was approximately 50 years old when, while jogging alone in broad daylight in my tiny neighborhood park in a very safe small housing development, a neighbor's child aged 11 years old shot me at a 20-foot range with his AK27-style airsoft gun. He was in full riot-gear and put 7-10 pellets in my right quadriceps. As far as my body was concerned, I HAD BEEN SHOT, regardless of the type of firearm.
I went into immediate shock, screaming full volume at him: "You shot me! You f*cking SHOT ME! Oh my GOD! What the f*ck! You tried to kill me!" He stood like a frozen post. The pain in my thigh was excruciating, and suddenly my whole body was shaking. I started to limp back to my home.
Just before I left the park area, about 90 seconds later, I saw the father, who was a California Highway Patrol officer, and his younger son aged 7 emerge from some dense foliage at the park's far edge. They didn't appear to have any airsoft guns. These facts made me suspicious: Like, why didn't the father come running out when I was screaming about being shot? And what were they doing behind the foliage? Was the older son guarding their activity?
I wasn't about to turn around to talk to the father. I needed safety.
I stumbled into our home, though my husband was still at his job site. I frantically locked the front door and closed all the curtains and shades in the house. I took my cell phone into the bedroom. I crouched on the floor at the foot of our bed. I was crying and shaking. I could not stop, no matter how much I tried to breathe deeply. I called a local friend who is very much like a father to my husband and me. He finally answered and it took about 20 minutes for him to talk me down to feeling safe enough to lie on the floor and focus on my breath.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Our friend told me not to answer it, that it was probably the parent trying to explain away the harm done, and to wait until my husband got home. Moments later, my husband came home from work. I was still in shock, but I did my best to explain to him what had happened.
The doorbell rang again. It was the child's parent, who tried to tell my husband that his younger son shot me, which I knew was a lie.
It took several weeks for me to be able to go outside even to get the mail, let alone to go jogging for 30 minutes.
That story is to say that when real people get real shot, even by a pellet gun, the consequences are immediate and long-lasting.
Wow. Did you ever report it to the police?
No, I didn't. My husband and I weighed the potential consequences of reporting a police officer's child to the police. I mean, they're all in on "it," right? Not to mention the fact that the two boys often dressed up in full camouflage with their myriad airsoft guns, cavorting through the neighborhood. One time the older brother (the same one who actually shot me) pointed a gun at me in my own driveway. I said, "Do not point that gun or any weapon at me, EVER." He reluctantly complied. The brothers were clearly mentally deficient, and I believe the older one was a psychopath in training. I would not be surprised if he had been MK-ULTRA'd for as creepy and evil as he was. I decided to cut my losses and stay out of the radar of the lying father.
For what it's worth, the family split up not long after that park shooting incident, and the father and sons made life hell for the mother. She ended up getting taken out of the home by the police, which we witnessed.
I think you are lucky. I think TV has destroyed human intelligence. TV shows the injured hero accomplishing the impossible and then real life proves otherwise. Except for Trump. Captain America at 80 years or older impervious.
I clearly see cuffs in that first picture
Yeah, I went back and looked closer. They are in both photos. Thanks Te.
the Donald wears Gold Toe 🧦 socks
— YOUR OWN GODLESS LANGUAGE REVEALS EXACTLY W. H. O. Y O U
A R E - BE GONE SATAN, IN JESUS’ PRECIOUS NAME …!!!!!
B Dollen if you are shit slinging that at me you obviously have no idea who I am and the work I do. I am exposing the satanists.
I AM REBUKING SATAN IN GOD’S HOLY NAME .
— NO. NEVER ..!