Anonymous ID: 5d7a82 Nov. 24, 2022, 6:15 a.m. No.17804501   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>4506

Legacy Media shills


MSM media shills are not just covering up for common criminals, they are covering up decades of crimes against children.

MSM media shills had ample reason and repeated opportunities to investigate Pizzagate and dozens of similar previous scandals.

MSM media shills not only failed to investigate but actively covered up, campaigned extensively to suppress and to discredit the evidence others uncovered, defaming honest researchers, making them objects of scorn, ridicule and contempt.

MSM media shills did this in both dramatic entertainment and in news content across multiple platforms; all while knowing the stories about the traffic in and ritual sexual abuse of children were and are true.

“I didn’t know,” is not a valid or feasible defense for MSM media shills. Our enemies have exposed themselves and the contemptible kayfabe of legacy media.


We the People are awake.


Justice is coming



Anonymous ID: 5d7a82 Nov. 24, 2022, 6:31 a.m. No.17804540   🗄️.is 🔗kun

when Aquinus as a student the others thought him slow witted, one of his fellow students pointed to the window behind St Thomas and said "Look a flying OX."


The future St T. Aquinas turned to look.


Later they asked him why he turned and looked when there is no such thing as a flying Ox.


Aquinas said, "Better an Ox should fly than a monk should lie."

Anonymous ID: 5d7a82 Nov. 24, 2022, 6:43 a.m. No.17804569   🗄️.is 🔗kun

The Epic of Gilgamesh


A play.


Way back when,

when men were still a novelty,

and what towns there were

were smaller than a ballpark,

smaller, often, than a pitch-and-putt

and no one sentimentalized the out-of-doors;

when every man was a man of few words

because there were only a few,

and those so open-ended and adaptable

that to pin them down required great force

and weighted presentation,

so that there was no such thing as a meaningless gesture

and people watched each other –

but there were still, believe me, many secrets

and no one was any the wiser -

many years ago and far away

in the ungenerous badlands of a distant country

where the hot sun addled what the cold night froze

and things were rough all over,

there stood what seemed to it's inhabitants

a very splendid city.

It boasted walls, fine walls, made out of stone

and terrible tall,

and monuments - lot's of monuments -

and most remarkably, a gigantic king.

The cities name was Uruk, or Uruk of the Walls,

and the king was called King Gilgamesh.

King Gilgamesh had a passion for marvels -

and since King Gilgamesh was something of a marvel himself,

the men of Uruk were at pains

to make him comfortable.

For King Gilgamesh was governed only by his passions,

and the city of Uruk was governed only by King Gilgamesh.



Gilgamesh: I am sorry for Enkindu that he died,

he was my brother.

And I am sorrier still that I lost Enkindu

Whom I least of all wanted to lose

and with whom I was friends.

But I am doubly sorry

that I, who have until now never lost anything

Should be stolen from in this manner,

For while I have made selections

Which are a kind of loss,

I have never before been denied.

And I am sorriest of all

And the reason I am crying is

That the death of my brother Enkindu

Has suggested to me that I'll die too


And I'm scared.


The Old Man: And so King Gilgamesh


the great King Gilgamesh


was bested by a little thing


an unheroic snake


and he broke down altogether


and he wept the tears of a furious child


for he knew himself to be a failure


and he held himself cheap


and there wasn't a thing which he cared to do


and there wasn't a thing for which he cared


and he knew the frustration


of one who cannot have


what he thinks he wants


and he knew the shame


of one who knows that at least in part


he was himself the author


of his own undoing


and he knew the rage


the hideous rage


the helpless, hopeless rage


of somebody who's been stolen from


who knows he will always be stolen from


because he's here


because he's human


and because he must be off his guard


from time to time.


But as bad as these things were -


and they were very bad-


they did not trouble him so much as did the cold and awful




that he had not truly wished for


this bauble he had been denied.


That it would not and could not have made him happy.


That the only joy it promised wasn't joy at all


But tremulous relief


at being spared the pain of its loss.


And it was this ironic knowledge of


his own, his inconsolable vanity,


Which made him hate his life and everything he had.


And it was this self-same knowledge


Which later gave him the strength, the presence of mind,


And the imagination to act out the rest of his life


As decent and productive man.


So it was with Gilgamesh.


So it has always been.

Anonymous ID: 5d7a82 Nov. 24, 2022, 7:41 a.m. No.17804706   🗄️.is 🔗kun


One of the Roman Emperors, M. Aurilios they say, was petitioned by a poor elderly woman as he was leaving the reception room.


The emperor had been hearing petitions all day, was exhausted and impatient. He said, "No, not now. I've been working since 6 am"


To which the old woman replied, "Well, don't be Emperor then."