This is a psyop on THEM (we just get caught in the crossfire). They never know when the shit is going to hit the fan but like us, they know it's going to happen. It keeps them off balance, stressed out and expending ammo.
I spent a special afternoon on the lake with a sweet autistic child named Chris this weekend. Chris, a brilliant little boy, loves the water and loves to fish. He can amuse himself for hours, while deep within his own thoughts. Chris had a special phrase this weekend. It was, "A fish too smooth." He would say it and laugh, then say it softly and smile. It was a very pleasant and almost mystic experience to hear him. No one knew exactly what it meant to him but we all loved the poetic sound of it. I thought I’d share this with you for those that might know or remember your own “Chris” who may very well someday change the world:
To Chris
(Fish Too Smooth)
I saw a fish so fine today.
I watched him spin and glide away.
I used a hook that had no teeth;
I feigned to fish for moments brief.
I saw a fish too smooth, so fine
I didn’t want him on my line.
I cast and reeled with movements rote;
He whirled and teased so near the boat.
I saw a fish too smooth today,
Majestic in his too smooth way.
He knows I saw him from the helm;
and watched him rule his watery realm.
I saw a fish so smooth, so fine
He splashed into my world….my time,
Where precious few can understand
My fish too smooth with strong fins fanned.
I saw a fish so fine, like me.
He speaks in an autistic key.
His beauty of expression rests
In secret vaults of chambers blessed.
What wondrous trick of fate took me
To waters where that fish might be?
What if my fish too smooth should say,
“I saw a boy too smooth today!”