>>18223469 ob

>>18223445 ob

>>What will they do next to avoid justice?

they already planned what is next

This substack has extensively warned thatthe PSYOP-19 program always planned to release the grim truths of the slow kill bioweapon injections in order to stoke societal collapse such that legacy governments would falter and possibly collapse. The endgame of this controlled reveal would be that the likes of the WEF could swoop in with their One World Government “solutions” to the very problems that they and their partners in crime had created for the planet.

The critical component of this controlled reveal was always the DEATHVAX™. In their SPARS pandemic scenario these injections were referred to as the “Corovax vaccination.” It is important to understand that the WEF has been closely coordinating with the CFR, WHO, UN, various “non-profits,” CIA, Federal Reserve Bank, FDA, CDC, DoD, Club of Rome, et al. for decades.

PSYOP-23 is necessary not just to reinforce the Great Reset scheme, but as temporary cover for VAIDS; that is, until they finally allow the truth to come out. But before then, they plan on inflicting ever more Modified mRNA damage on the last of the gullible GMH “virtuous” victims, and maybe even snag some of the odd holdouts for good measure.

https://www.2ndsmartestguyintheworld.com/p/psyop-23-rollout-bill-gates-warns

>>18224416

now any vAxed that seek revenge for those that killed them are rebranded as "Anti-vAxed"

>>18224901

I suppose he contemplates half killing himself or being half ded

prolly figures if he gets deded

he has a back up plan

but perhaps will maybe half alive and half ded at the same time

To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep

No more; and by a sleep, to say we end

The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks

That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,

To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes Calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,

The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, [F: poore]

The pangs of dispised Love, the Law’s delay, [F: dispriz’d]

The insolence of Office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his Quietus make

With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have,

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of Resolution

Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]

With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]

And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons

Be all my sins remember'd.