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America Is Cosplaying 1776 While Walking Straight into 1984 And Everyone Is Getting Played
America is cosplaying 1776 while walking straight into 1984 and everybody is clapping like seals, begging for more bread and circus while the house burns down around them.
Everything’s a show, a production, a psychological operation so elaborate it doesn’t even need directors anymore—people are so programmed they produce the script themselves.
The whole stage has been set: left-wingers demanded to be governed harder during Covid, cried to be locked up, masked, jabbed, tracked, and humiliated, and now the right-wingers are cheering for martial law, military tribunals, camps, and firing squads because Daddy Trump told them it’s the only way. The “resistance” has become the compliance, and the compliance is sold back as patriotism.
And now people are hypnotized by Trump’s “meeting” with Putin and Zelensky, like this is some epic showdown, when in reality they’re all laughing behind closed doors, cashing in, milking this war for every penny of blood money they can squeeze out of it. The only thing the media debates is whether Zelensky shows up in a hoodie or a suit, like that’s the most pressing issue of our age.
A literal war theater and the costume department is the story. But that’s how you know the illusion has reached peak absurdity. The Romans had gladiators and bread; we have TikTok wars, Pentagon psy-ops, and a world audience too doped on dopamine and Pfizer booster #7 to even ask a single real question.
Remember when the rallying cry was “release the pedo files”? Funny how fast that got turned into “release the pedophiles.” And where do they get released? Straight to Israhell, the only country on earth where members of the ancient demonic cult of child rapists are welcomed with open arms, honored, and protected. You think it’s an accident? The tweets about the Israeli pedophile arrested in Las Vegas vanished overnight—deleted “on government demand.” The Ministry of Truth doesn’t even hide it anymore. Pedo protection is policy. They don’t even deny the system exists—they just erase the evidence and dare you to notice.
Meanwhile the planet is literally on fire, and you think it’s just the heat? Wildfires in Greece, Maui, Canada, Hawaii, Turkey, Portugal—all right on schedule, all in places they want to clear out. Call it “climate change” while they burn the land they want, rezoning for lithium extraction, clearing indigenous territories, paving the way for their smart city grids.
You know what they’re doing in Canada? Spraying glyphosate all over the forests. Not exactly the best firefighting technique, unless of course the plan is to burn it all down. Then it makes perfect sense. When you burn, you rebuild. When you rebuild, you control. And the sheep clap for the climate agenda while the shepherd sharpens the knife.
The mask is off now. They don’t even care if you see it. They know the majority of humanity is too stupid, too drugged, too hypnotized, too zombified to care. Billions of meat robots who will never wake up. That’s the cold truth, and it’s why the system rolls on. But not everywhere.
Mexico, somehow, is still alive, even though the vultures circle. They want the digital biometric system here too, the universal ID, the control grid. But people—real people—are resisting. There is still a movement that doesn’t want the biometric leash around their neck. They see what’s coming. And if there’s hope anywhere, it’s in the cracks, in the spaces where the machine hasn’t reached yet.
And while the wars rage, while the skies burn, what’s AstraZeneca working on? Home vaccine delivery. Nasal spray. FluMist. “Safe and effective” straight to your doorstep like an Amazon package. Don’t want to line up for your booster anymore? Don’t worry, they’ll bring it right to you, push it on your kids like a Netflix subscription. The biomedical surveillance state doesn’t even need you to go to the clinic—they’ll deliver the operating system update directly into your DNA
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