Wow, after what happened in Canada on Saturday, it seems like Americans would all be wide awake and stomping around…
Yeah, okay, maybe there are more people here in Murka that are suddenly in that phase of awareness when you start to rise up from the depths of a dream, but are yet groggy. Maybe the smell of coffee, or violence, is beginning to tickle some nostrils—oh, maybe that tickle is the graphene-embedded swab being poked into your blood-brain barrier! Who knows exactly, but if you’re not awake yet, you’re gonna be soon. Because no way these Evil Rat Bastards, chicken shits that they are, are gonna just give up now, even as The Building is on Fire, some of us are still trying mightily to believe that the smell of smoke is actually the smell of a fire put out. “Oh, the jabs were not as helpful as we’d hoped! The “virus” is ebbing away now!” Uh, wrong.
The “virus” is The Great Reset, m’dears.
I’ve noticed, and a few others have similarly noted about their own sensitivity, that my canine intuition has sharpened noticeably in the past couple of years… I guess you could say my Inner Guard Dog is on HIGH ALERT. What I mean is, Fuckin’ WOOF. I could jump through the window of your house and pull you out with my teef, but baby, you need to get outta bed, get on your feet and get dressed, this ain’t no Sunday morning lie-in. Chances are, if you’re reading this you’re already up and around. So, let’s get busy, my Good Dogs. It’s time to start diggin’ some holes. Time to start jumpin’ the fence. Time to start buryin’ the Rat Bastards’ keys in the back yard.
What do we do, what do we do? I hear this, so to speak (woof!), all over social media, namely Farceborg (Resistance is Not Futile, so saith the Borg themselfish). All these folks who haven’t seen a war on our own turf… EVER. We had the British over here once, at the beginning, and even if they are “here” in spirit (the spirit of throttling our financial Everything in the name of the Queen), and we had a little visit from the Japanese way back in ‘41, but we’ve never had anybody INVADE. Thing is, we’ve been invaded already, forever, by greedy, morality-free traitors, from the inside. Well, I guess they’re ours; they don’t really claim any particular loyalty to us, or to our country. They just want to steal and/or control our… everything.
The take home Woof for today: Whoever ain’t dead yet, they’re coming for your funds next (they’ve already taken our funs). My internet provider was just bought up by a bigger one, and my monthly fee has tripled since last month. They’ve moved on our food supply (and of course, been poisoning us for decades), and they’re inflating everything as if it’s inevitable— it’s not, of course. Our Beast Friend, Billy the Psycho Kid, has bought up a LOT of our farmlands, after running off the family farmers, and he is a wonderful philanthropist... to Monsanto/Bayer. Excuse me, I just need to yark.
Food, yeah, gotta have it. Water supply is pretty fouled, too. Don’t know about you, but suddenly bottled water is hard to find, and it’s just “municipal source” now, which means they’ve filled it from somebody’s tap. What else needs to be done to bring us down? Hmmm, let’s think: Health, Food, Water— MONEY.
The Canadian Truckers have experienced what’s likely next for us down south… the absolute absconding with all their monetary assets. Got that? The government has stolen all their money, not to mention the money (about $4M) raised to help them, by fellow citizens… it’s “gone.” Do we think we are not incredibly vulnerable to this, too? How EASY it is for those complicit, now that everything has been slowly and thoroughly converted to digital this and digital that… “Do your banking online! Get Direct Deposit! Pay your bills online! Use PLASTIC CARDS, not cash.” Do you even HAVE any cash? Um… might wanna go get some and hide it somewhere. Dig it?
So, here’s the Cast Status per this Guard Dog: Big Pharma: losing, leaking, crumbling, ON FIRE. Big Food: sprayed, delayed, plowed under, undercut. Big Tech: Censoring, lying, curbing, misinforming, and being strangely silent when it should be screaming. Big Banks: On the verge, in the waiting room, hovering, drooling. Okay, so what do we do?
What did any other freedom fighters do? What has nearly the entire world done, when the US Brutality Squad descends? Go and read your history, and do it quick. We might want to consider getting trained, and I don’t mean potty-trained.
Woof, already! We’ve been barking at the door of your burning house for two years, now, all jumping around and scratching to get in (and decades before that, even).
Hey! FUCKIN’ WOOF!!!!