You people are fucking retards sometimes and you think you are right. Tell me fucking genius' from the Trump Army.

Why is better to invade the middle east, drill deep in the ocean, and antarctic for fossil fuel, than to get that shit from the sun and the wind?

Answer me you fucking idiots.

You talk backwards and call me an idiot.

Wake the fuck up you stupid morons.

I really don't know about warming/cooling

I know that ocean acidification is real.

But you all think that makes me a communist.

I think it makes you fucking idiots.

That is why I am in charge and idiots in Trump Army and ANTIFA are all gonna yell at me for doing it wrong while I give rise to the silent majority and shut down all the nonsense.

Love you America!

>>12671949 lb

Great question anon.

Lucky for you.

Just this week I told my mom the whole story in an e-mail.

I haven't proofread it or anything.

If you have questions, feel free.

I think it is best to show you authentic stuff immediately vs. writing up something.

SORRY, spam inc

It is going to take a couple posts, I had never planned on posting it here. There are blogs for this kind of stuff, but given the circumstance I think it is relevant.

>>12672048

I didn't know. I will tell you how I got there, it interesting. I am babbling, but whatever. I got there in a u-haul. I don't know who and I don't think they meant to do it. I have an idea who it was, but I didn't say anything. I left my backpack on the ground at occupy and someone stole it. Well duh. Anyway. I asked and looked and looked. I never found it. Everyone was getting out of occupy because the police were coming in to shut it down. I was really living with all the homeless people at occupy. I actually didn't live with the "white hippie kids". I lived in the cuban area with old cuban drunks lol. They were cool though. My buddies were two old drunks. They were super funny. They were bi-lingual and could talk to the other cubans in the area. But yea. Occupy was crazy cause I had never been homeless before. I don't think I knew what I was getting into. I had not thought much about it or expected that Occupy would have more provisions for me when I arrived. Why not. I will just tell you the story from the beginning. I was at steven parks house in florida after I got kicked out of Randy's for getting drunk. I had been watching the Occupy Wall St livestreams online and was super excited. I wanted to be in NYC and Occupy Miami was one of the last occupations in the country to start. I was working at the Ruby Tuesday, I took Steven's bike to work, which was actually his bitchy roommates, and someone cut the lock and stole it while I was working. She was pissed, it was some $600 bike. She wanted me gone. I lived in an elevator control room. It was just a concrete room in the building. Steven showed it to me and told me I could stay there if I wanted. It was kinda weird. I always thought someone was gonna catch me going in and out, never did though. I can't remember how long i was in there, a week or two. But I would goto work at ruby tuesday and then sneak into Steven's room through the window to play world of warcraft all night, but I had to be super quiet so his roommate didn't find out. I said fuck this eventually and went to Occupy. I didn't have much money, but I had a bit.

>>12672061

I get to Occupy, I like walk in all ready to be a good dude and figure out what my job was and stuff, like what function would I have in the community, cause they had like sub-committees and people that did different stuff, medical, security, cook, etc. A girl hands me a water key. It is like a metal hex key. They told me they needed some water. They gave me a big jug and told me to go over to this building and open a spicket with this key and get water. I asked them if it was legal or whatever. They said yes, they do it all the time. They did do it all the time, but that didn't make it legal lol. The police start shaking me down, ID me, confiscate the water key and let me go. I get back to the camp and this girl is mad at me that I got her key taken by the police. I just said sorry, wtf am i supposed to do about it. Alright. So I meet another guy and he was nice enough. Seemed a bit odd, but he identified himself as an organizer. What in the hell do I know. I was so naive then mom, I didn't know anything about anything about this place, which literally was just a homeless camp. I asked this guy if he needed anything, I have a couple bucks or whatever. He may have asked, whatever, I thought he was like an Occupy dude and so he takes me to the mall and into an electronics store and wanted an SD card for $12 dollars. I bought it. It was only weird later on when I realized the guy was an Occupy guy but some whacky guy that was doing all sorts of strange stuff all the time. Like he wasn't gonna hurt nobody, but he would like change personas, appear and disappear. Don't ask me, doesn't matter, life is full of weirdos I could babble about all day. Whatever. I lost $12 to a weirdo. Umm. There was no organization and the kitchen was barely running. The police had made it illegal to use generators and open flames in the city park, like the day I arrived. everyone didn't know what to do. There were no dishes or silverware or anything. I can't remember where i got my first tent. I ended up with another one though that this guy passed on to me. He got a bigger one or something. It was cool though cause it was much nicer than my old one. It had like a wooden pallet for a porch and a mattress in it. But we would arrange little circles of tents and they were like mini-districs. cubans, white kids, blacks, mexican, random druggies and stuff here and there. It was conflict sometimes. Camps had different styles, lifestyles, times for sleep etc. I think alot of people who didn't really intend to "build a community" learned about the need to get along real quick. Like there was this one old black man that worked early in the mornings.

>>12672066

he was nice, like you can hardly be mad at the guy. He would get pissed. He would yell loud. Like "you mother fuckers need to shut the fuck up right the fuck now". Do you know what. There were fights, arguments. But at the end of the time there. That dude didn't get mad anymore. When he did, that place quieted down. Cause it was gonna be a war if he had to get out of his tent and go over there and shut those fucking kids up. He was gonna yell and scream and bitch until the white hippie kids shut the fuck up and put away their damn drums. He did not like drums. I was cool though, I wasn't playing the drums in the middle of the night and early in the morning. He was usually mad cause they were having a little party in the white hippie camp and being stupid loud on some drugs or something. I hung out with them sometimes, they liked me, but I never had extra money to buy the weed. I drank. So, I hung with the cubans and drank, but I would kick it with the hippies sometimes. The hippies didn't do protest though, they were like, too cool for school. There were a couple girls that moved in over there, they were really nice and wanted to like do the occupy experience. They made signs and did the sidewalk chalk and stuff. There were not many people in that camp interested in the movement. I would say 10-20% were protesters. The protesters would go through the camp yelling about the march. Everyone would just sit there. They didn't want to goto the courthouse and listen to someone speak. Soo. The white hippie kids. They had a drug over there. It called 2CI or 2CB or something. They have all kinds of names like they. They are called research chemicals. I don't know what they are but the experience is similar to LSD. I don't know how safe that stuff is or where it comes from. Tyler used to sell research chemicals he got from Berkely. I never tried them cause I was doing the drug testing thing at the time. Okay. So, the guy was leaving the camp and was telling everyone that if they had anything to trade him that they could have his drug. I can't remember what I gave him, but he didn't really want it. It was like a please pity me item. He gave me some. There were, I would say 40-50 of us doing it. I sat between some tents for a while and couldn't really move. I just remember laying there in the city park with everyone and we were all on this drug. It was wild mom. I felt like it was, like 50 people in the middle of the city park of the giant center building. I guess I thought, the police know, the government knows, the whole world fucking knows there 50 people sitting in the lawn tripping on research chemicals. The police knew everything we had our own security and I am sure they had extra survellience. But 50 people on LSD are obvious to anyone. I knew it that night though. I saw the downtown and it was melting. All the buildings were melting and I like always remember that cause it was like "the system" melting before my very eyes or something stupid. Life is hard ot put into words. But it was a really meaningful experience in my life. A highlight of my time there. I knew this other guy, he had a house and stuff, but he wasn't a brat like the college kids. He played guitar and I played drums with him sometimes.

>>12672073

He was a protest guy so we got along. He invites me to a party one night. I go. He must have thought I was something. These people were way cooler than I ever was. It was like the most "cool" moment I ever had. This guy knew all the people in the party and everyone was really pretty and well dressed. I am like a homeless guy. He took me around and everyone was super nice to me. I was like me, I was Oklahoma. I felt like a cool guy. lol. We met the drug guy, he had pure MDMA, which is like the pure form of ecstasy. Ecstacy is MDMA usually cut with some other drug. My friend bought some and asked if I wanted some. Somehow he learned I had never done it pure and the guy agreed to give me a pill when he learned I was "new". It was a warehouse party. Like an complex of warehouses, like a bigger storage facility, anyway, they had this giant door open. It a pretty small warehouse. It had maybe 3 rooms. Like a front lounge, a music area in the back and a weed room too. There was a full open bar with really nice booze. The band was really good. They were music people, like scene-setters. They were riding the next big wave of local artist or whatever. Who knows. I woke up there in the morning and got a ride back to Occupy. It was absolutely the coolest party I ever went to. Hmm. Occupy, you think protest. But that wasn't my Occupy lesson. I went there for one thing and got another. Some people say occupy was a failure. I don't think that. What is a failure. Occupy did fail to get much done or set any real goals. It was a lesson in life, human relations and how messy community living and government can really be. I can't remember talking about goals or anything. All the General Assembly meetings where the "process" was supposed to occur, was mostly inter-camp conflict resolution, battling over camp rules that ended up meaning nothing. There were always meetings, they were pretty good sized at first. The college kids were always involved in the GA. Like they didn't come around all day and then showed up for the GA. Whatever, I am sure they were doing college stuff. The people in the camp went, some more or less. I really think most people went to complain about a rule or say there should be one. It was not a desire to participate in democracy, but they saw it as something they had to go do so other people didn't tell them what to do.

>>12672076

Okay. So, over time, the group got smaller and smaller. The college kids were constantly trying to place rules on the camp to help "clean up the image" basically. Like, you can't use "this substance or that substance" , "no music during these hours" whatever. It all seemed reasonable for a while. I don't know how it all went down. It wasn't a democratic process, it was a conflict resolution between parties, mediated by a moderator that was just another college kid. That was fine, they did okay I think. It helped keep people in check. But just cause a moderator says something or there is a rule to respect someones time to talk. How are you going to enforce that? Party A says something party B doesn't like, party B responds. Moderator tells party B to respect the floor. Party B tells moderator to fuck off. Now what are you going to do with your democratic process? People learned to block. A block in process means you will leave the community if the motion is passed. Hmm, how do I say this.. it was abused. But that is not quite right. It was used exactly the way people were told it could be used. They started saying no with blocks. They started saying they would leave the community if a rule passed. Okay great. Rule passes. The individual blocked the motion and said they would leave over the issue. Individuals don't leave. Do you remove them? There is no reason to, they were the ones that wanted to leave because of the new policy or whatever. However, the block loses it's meaning if nobody means it. Nobody takes a block serious. How does a community take a block serious if everyone is always blocking. A block is a like an iterrupt. It needs to be considered for an extra round of discussion. It is a big deal to exit a community. It is a stand of morality in my opinion. You can say no to a proposal without blocking. You just are making a vote against it, but agree to accept the proposal if passed. Either way. It is one thing or another. It isn't that easy. What are you going to do about these rules are policies for camp Occupy? There is no enforcement. You can tell someone a rule. What if they say no, fuck off. How do you force someone from the camp. I have seen it done, but only under rare circumstances. The social contract of democratic process is meaningless without consent. The only other option is enforcement. You set a rule, someone breaks it, they need to leave, now what. There was "security" for a while. They would walk around with flashlights and took it serious. They were good people that wanted to do protection for people. Like I remember one middle age black guy that was like the major security guard. I tell you what though. Like anytime you give someone authority and a badge to dictate law, it can get messy. What if there is no general assembly to mediate a conflict. Who is responsible? I guess someone in the community should step up and mediate, but this place isn't like that. Nobody is stepping up to mediate a major conflict over a radio. I know that sounds stupid, but for months of my life it was about stupid shit and people not getting along over rules or territory. The rule are not arbitrary. It may sound stupid to have democracy about a portable radio. But, if you scale it, that is a neighbor having a house party after hours, it is disturbing the peace. Little shit did disturb the peace. I didn't participate. I am pretty laid back and didn't have conflict with any group. I was closer to some that others, but I didn't have like personal problems with anyone in camp. Okay. So there is a conflict over the radio.

>>12672079

The security guard steps in because too men are screaming at eachother over it. this can guy can say "I am security, you need to turn that radio off". so, i guess this security guard can forcibly remove the individual. I seem to remember him telling a few people to get the fuck out of that place. They listened until his badge got taken away. People got tired of the security guy always threatening to kick people out. He had friends in the camp and ended up getting involved with resolving conflict where he had bias. I dunno if that is true, I dont have time to pay attention to other people's drama like that. So, over time, as there became problems with enforcement. There was no reason to goto GA anymore if it didn't do anything. People get tired. Who wants to go sit in a meeting and raise their hand to talk and listen to people every night for an hour? It is important to do, but it sure isn't fun. The group shrunk, I still went sometimes. My last interaction with the GA was in protest of the process. I sought to disrupt. It is an effective tactic in democracy. If you have a disruption of process, without enforcement, what in the hell are you gonna do, tell someone, please don't interrupt me? I played my drum, right beside their circle, loud as fuck. Haha. It was just a bunch of pompous college kids with some delusion that they were gonna manage the homeless population with rules and teach them about the cause. I did an interesting thing. I defended the rights of crackheads. There was like one crackhead in camp, he lived in a tent and I never even saw him. I just knew he was in there sometimes and he smoked crack. I probably didn't articulate an opinion well then. I can't even remember my argument. It may have been related to my alcohol. Like they were already coming for me. I think at first they didn't want peope smoking pot in the camp, but it was okay to drink beer in your tent, but you couldn't use crack anywhere. Problem in democracy alert. Real life problem. This dude comes into camp fucked up beyond belief on who knows what, passes out in the monkey grass. What are you gonna do? Tell him he shouldn't do too much heroine and come to camp? Okay. I gotta tell you about that guy. He was cool too. He would come to camp and he would say "you fly, i'll buy" and we would drink. He invited me to his apartment one day and he was pretty interesting. He was a balloon artist but he had super elaborate stuff. Like, not just a balloon monkey, but an intricate six color balloon monkey or something. I dunno, they were unique. He did like arches for events and stuff too, he seemed to be well-off doing it

>>12672082

Okay. So I can't remember seeing those college kids much after that day. I am rude to those kids. There were some who were half decent. They had a tent in camp and would come hang out and bring some weed to smoke or something. You know, they had jobs and a life, but still made time to come and actually Occupy. That was the big debate. It is serious, super serious, and it wasn't considered by people as, well legitimate. The homeless people told them all to fuck off. The occupy was mostly homeless, but then you have all the other homeless people in miami. Big city, different life, not safe, I don't know any of the regular homeless people. They hang out other places. They hate the occupy kids. I am sure we messed up their gig or something. They had an interesting thing they said though. The regular homeless people, who were not with occupy, told the occupy people to fuck off, they were occupy and they were there first. True story. The occupation of downtown park areas is the colonization of the space that belongs to the homeless. The people, who knew nothing of protest or occupy, were able to clearly articulate out of thin air. No, you stupid fucking occupy people, we were here first. Duh. Did anyone go speak to the local population or did they just roll in to town. I know that a downtown or common area doesn't belong to anyone. But, if you are going to relegate segments of society to live in common areas and parks. They will identify that piece of land as their space, maybe not ownership, but… they know. If you live in a park for most your life. You know the locals and who is just walking through the park, i dunno. I don't really have a point, I just thought it as notable. It wasn't a deep thought out argument or anything, but I heard it more than once. Okay. So the whole camp became divided between "occupiers" and "non" or whatever. The people in the camp banded together as actual occupiers, who lived in the space, and did not want a non-occupiers telling them what to do anymore. There were probably 10-15 of these college kids trying to get 100 other people to do what they want. I think they were having pre-meetings too, they always seemed prepared and showed up in a group. I don't know. I think they probably got together at the University and chatted about what to do at the GA that day. I met a really nice couple, they were homeless too and my age, but they were interested in doing the protest. The guy was named "stars and stripes" and his girlfriend "rose". I kept up with him, turns out his name was Ivan, on facebook for years. I met up with him randomly while I was living in Eugene. He was with another girl I had met from Occupy. That was cool though, cause we randomly ran into eachother in Eugene, OR and the last place we met was like 8 years ago in Miami, FL. He was around a couple weeks and we smoked a couple times. There was another guy that stood out too. He was different from other people. He seemed really far out there in the stuff he said, but he didn't mean any harm to anyone. He just said strange things. He was, columbian I think, long flowing hair. He was like a columbian jesus. The first question I remember him asking me as about should we kick the crackeads out of the camp. I told him no and me and peace were friends. He was super-odd but he did cool stuff. He had money. He built a giant wooden box and used a giant anchor on the inside to lock it to the ground, he wanted a safe. He got an old bike and a motor and built a generator machine.

>>12672096

I think it worked to some degree, but wasn't practical, it may have never got going. Then he brought in a big solar panel thing. It changed everything. haha. Everyone started to fight over the energy. Now everyone could charge their stuff. You can imagine the mess. The kitchen can't do the cooking anymore cause the police and stuff so there wasn't food at occupy very often, every now and then there would randomly be food, or someone would drive up and drop supplies, but that stuff got eaten up pretty quick. Peace had an apartment and he let this guy, who said he was like a down-and-out chef extraordinaire, move into this empty apartment and be the official cook for the camp. I went there a once cause this city dude trusted me and gave me $20 bucks and said to go get some potatoes and stuff to take out there. The apartment was strictly off limits because that became a situation too. The "cook" could invite a couple of his friends to help and nobody else could go there, but it was nearby. They would push stuff back and forth in a shopping cart. Occupy is getting shut down, I leave in this Uhaul. There is nobody staying behind to defend the camp from the police. Everyone is leaving except the college kids. They came out and gave the police flowers and didn't get arrested defending shit, but at least they got their picture in the paper, huh. I kept up with the happenings of Occupy on the web. The leftover refugees from the camp all moved into the apartment. It became occupy headquarters. I saw some pictures in a news article. It didn't look very uhh, together. I don't know what happened to peace. There was a news article about him though. Apparenty he ended up trying or actually giving the building away. He was the landlord of the apartment complex. The news said he was a slumlord and a bad landowner and stuff. I don't know if that was true. He is one the nicest people I have met in my life. The news article says he calls himself "Senor Paz", but I knew him as peace. The article I was reading says he emulates Jesus and is determined to give away all his worldly possessions but he is not religious. I took some quotes out of the news article so you get an idea of who peace is.

Paz, though, says Peace City will change the world. "This is our Zion, our Jerusalem," he says. "It is the place of the righteous."

"America isn't real," Paz says. "It's just an idea. It's a whole bunch of people thinking, Oh, this is America. But America is a violent idea. It requires wars and killing. I am not in America."

"I have not accepted the idea of America in my consciousness," he continues calmly. "The law of Peace City is not the law of America. The law of Peace City is if you are peaceful, you are good."

>>12672098

He didn't say that stuff to me ever, but I could totally see him going nuts as he realized the revolution wasn't happening and the world wasn't changing and he had given away all his worldly possessions to form the new zion at his aparment complex in downtown miami. Bless his heart. His parents were rich columbian politicians that gave him the building as a wedding gift I think. It was a big building though. Anyway. You know mom. People in the news article smeared him and said it had descended into chaos. There were photos of all these well-armed cops coming in to remove all the "occupiers" from the building. I don't know the end of the story. I just know peace got a nasty write up and he deserved more credit. He put his whole life, he gave up everything he owned to make it possible for people he didn't know. I know my friend Leroy lived there. Leroy and I hung out alot. He was younger like 18-19. He was a bit more hardened to life than me. He had didgeridoos. Neither of us could really play, but he had 2 of them and we sat on the sidewalk and made noise, people felt pity and gave us money. Me and leroy were buddies with Coconut Dre. I think I mentioned him. Me and leroy would walk across the bridge from miami to south beach, it as a few miles, sometimes we used the bus. Coconut dre climbed the trees and we caught the coconut. He sold to the people excercising on the boardwalk and would give us some money after it was over. He was older than me like 35-40. He taught me neat things though, I had never met strange people before occupy, just lots of edmond people. But his perspective was cool. He was born in the domincan republic and would tell me about climbing the coconut trees there. He told me about a thing I always thought was cool. He said the adults in his community would take the boys and throw them in the river. over and over and over. He learned to swim. I never saw him do it, but I had no reason to not believe him. He said he wiggled underwater like a fish to swim. Who knows. He was always trying to get me to come do something with him, but he didn't drink like me, so he wasn't always like "c'mon c'mon".

>>12672109

Anyway. I go on a walk with him one day. We walked all over some district of houses in miami. I didn't really explore miami much, I didn't feel safe. He picked all kinds of food off all the trees. He was eating weird stuff I have never heard of or seen since. I ate it. it tasted fine, seed pods and stuff. I think there were tamarind. He hated black people, but he was black. He told me they were stupid because they had food on their trees and didn't know it. We were picking all this food in the hood. He outright hated black people. He thought they gave people like him a bad name. I don't know. He was always clean cut and fun guy, very strong cause he climbed all those trees. He was a republican and I don't think I ever had a friend who was a republican. I hated republicans. He was nice though. He would kinda laugh and dismiss my silly ideas about liberal stuff, but he wasn't pushy. One day he concocted a scheme to fly an occupy flag from the top of a coconut tree in south beach cause he said he would go so high the police would never be able to take it down. The flag turned into a t-shirt with the words occupy on it. Anyway. He picked the tallest tree he could find in the area. It was tall. Like maybe 60ft? Super skinny trunk, waving around in the wind. The dude doesn't use ropes. He climbs barefoot. He scurried up that tree and hung the flag and a bunch of people were filming him. Crazy though, because when he got to the top it was swaying alot more. Like huge sways back and forth and he was just up there. I don't think he thought much of it, he had been climbing coconut trees since he was a kid. He taught me and leroy how to climb right and would help with our technique. I could get up about 10-12ft tree. It was not easy, thats for sure. Dre hated the other coconut people on the island because they disrespect his mother. His culture in domincan republican taught him the coconut tree is his mother. The other coconut people used poles to knock the coconuts off, but they were irresponsible harvesting the coconuts. The poles could only reach the low hanging fruit so all the other coconut people fought with big sticks over who was gonna get all the coconuts to sell. But they harvested them too young and stuff. He showed me that if you pull off one coconut, six more would group back in its' place, and I guess the other coconut people would take the other six coconuts too and that was wrong. Dre could reach special coconuts he called "indian coconuts" and charged $5 compared to $1 for a green one. He didn't always have the indian coconuts that were red instead of green. The people on the boardwalk knew about the indian coconuts and thought they had added health benefits. He would talk up the benefits of coconut and tell them it would help their libido. I dunno if that is true, he just said it.

>>12672115

The end.

I spent like 9 hours straight writing a letter to my mom about what I did while I was at occupy, rainbow, doing van life, and homeless..

there is more writing, but that is the OWS content.

>>12672140

Look.

Someone asked for my involvement with OWS.

I posted it.

Whatever.

It is just bread and a couple anons here

scroll on by and get over it.

>>12672086

it's a fucking email i wrote to my mommy okay?

i don't care what you think of the "style" I talk him

that is who i am

whatever.

>>12672197

self-indulgent?

a bit

you have to understand

i am speaking to my mother

who thinks i am a homeless schizo

that i did something and learned something

i was not writing a book.

I was just touching base with mommy

saying i was okay

and learned a bunch of stuff

>>12672197

I seriously copied and pasted it from my email.

do you read anything I write or just spew nonsense about jack somebody i dont even know who that is i dont care

like ,,, uh

I just copied and pasted an email i wrote to my mommy last week

mother fuckers be acting like they need to critique my book

I really don't give a fuck about dox

those fucking people you read about are heroes to me and i will life them up

you don't get it.

>>12672263

*lift them.

You can say what you want.

There are real revolutionaries and they run few and far between.

Then there are brainwashed pop-culture fakebook social justice woke no-good activism bullshit. Okay?

I am dividing this shit up.

I did put forth my work. I do know who my "forefathers" were. I do respect them and I ain't gonna hear shit from nobody about my revolution until there is an elder in the fucking room and I can hear them loud and clear.

>>12672301

jesus do you read or complain?

i copy paste from email to my mommy

do something productive with yourself

>>12672043

Which topic would you like to discuss.

I will take your criticism if you engage me on a topic of your choice.

I just don't think you will engage on a real level, it is a smear after smear.

Ask me question or state your opinion.

Let us communicate for a minute if you seek to prove I am irrational.

>>12672325

>>and don't splurge spurious content that isn't of interest to Q research in such large volume.

you are a retard

peace out baby-fucker-shill

Boy scout? you throw your whole shill crap in front of the world to see, Champ!

The unanswered smear campaigns against my content go unanswered by the ones who complain.

If you are anon, maybe it is time to consider that they refuse to answer me on a real basis. It is only smear after smear. Nobody wants that. Get the fuck out. You are posting stuff that is irrelevant to us. Okay.

If you think that a different social movement, targeted at the same group of people, basically, if you think that is irrelevent to your qresearch, I disagree.

If you think it is irrelevant that founders of a different social movement had their content systematically destroyed, I disagree.

Read this.

Think anons.

Their attacks are evidence.

Not smears.

Reconcile.

For real.

>>12672384

Look. If I have your attention. I can tell you more.

I am not here to hurt you, but I have done some opposition research.

I watched this video.

Listen. I do not think this is a cult or something that needs to be dismantled.

This is information from the people who want to dismantle this place.

I highly recommend it to you.

You should know what they are saying.

You all here. You don't understand yourselves as much as they understand you.

They are watching your internal structure from the 3rd person, while you all are living inside of the Q phenomena.

Okay. I may have started doing this as a "movement jacker", as it was termed in this video.

I have never "jacked" a movement. I saw Q beyond Q. I saw potential for a revolutionary moment I had not seen since Occupy.

Revolution takes time, the energy has to build and their must be sentiment. If you are going to make real change, you need everyone in the country. You need a general strike. It may sound dumb or pointless. It will correct the economy and give the people the ability to stand down wal-mart on their chinese labor practices and environmental destruction.

I am not talking nonsense here.

I didn't come to "steal Q"

I came because I didn't know what Q was, I just saw a big group of people who were after the same people as me.

You called the elite satanic pedophiles.

I had never used those words to describe the system I was attacking, but whatever, ya'll are pissed at them too, let's rock and roll.

Okay.

>>12672503

Look. These are some of my memes.

I don't think you all are a cult.

You just behave with group mentality sometimes and do not see it in your collective selves.

Some see, I am not talking to them.

To those who may have found these memes offensive.

As the "Q fever" fades, maybe you can just see I wanted people to think for themselves more.

It was more than that though, I don't want Q to go away because Q goes away.

Your movement is more than Q and I have always known that. I have always wanted to stabilize this thing so you were an effective body to create change.

You are this, not because of me, but because of you, and because of Q. You give Q too much credit though. The whole movement is nothing without their plan.

The facts didn't change, the evidence didn't go away, and their is recourse for citizens to resist a socialist authoritarian take over.

I am just speaking my mind. Whatever really.

Where is Q anyway?

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I just am going to tell you no.

I don't know who you are.

You may mean well.

I do not bite.

I will not just run around talking about a suppressed technology.

Give me evidence that Oil cannot be replaced.

I didn't say replace, I just said it is better to get it from the wind and sun.

You still need cars and planes and stuff.

You can shift much of the infrastructure quite easily.

That is why I am skeptical of you.

You present as fact, but provide no evidence or common sense perspective.

Just another conspiracy that gets nobody anywhere right now.

What is the MIC? Okay.

Look people. Fuck all your suppressed shit and that. I don't know if this is a shill trying to keep us all looking stupid or not, but unless you all know where to get a free-energy device, maybe we oughtta quit hearing mumbo jumbo shit.

You must see clear anons.

This person tells me, manipulatively .

I can't replace oil.

-I didn't say anything about that.

-I simply said it is better to use renewable

OP offers conspiracy in exchange for fact.

OP offers me target.

is OP taking me off target?

is OP wasting time?

is OP a complete bullshitter?

This appears as fact to this person. Look. Is this fact to you America?

It is just the baby-fucker-shill from the indoctrination station with the pretty paperwork using all the smart people tactics against the shit brain rednecks