I can see where a CIA mole contracted for work in NSA like Snowden would publish something like this.
>>1895414 >>1895415 >>1895529 From the thread: I Am a ROFSCHILD, Axe me a Question
This is a response, by a writer friend I sent this to in an email. He has a general knowledge of Q and visited this board once, long ago.
I read it for myself, and I could hear your voice reading it to me. Hearing the words and then reading the words was eye opening. I remember writing the conversation with "the Voice," in the book. The same tone. The same lies spoken like truth with a testament that it cannot lie. The thing that struck me was the support for my assertion that the genealogy, the bloodline, is the preservation of their power. Uncanny.
I got to thinking about it. Why? Couldn't a demon come to mortality in just any old meat puppet? Obviously not. The memories are preserved completely, only if all the paths for the memory are preserved. It is why kings and queens choose the breeder for their children. Oh, sure, it is to consolidate lands and ensure peace and all that crap. But it is to preserve the memories. It's why Muslims breed their cousins together. Damn the birth defects. One must keep the vessel purely black for the demon inside.
It is precisely why Bill Clinton's bloodline had to be faked. The Demon class would never accept him, otherwise. Of course, his lust for blood and slave sex allowed him to fit right in. Like the thread says. It made him uniquely blackmailable. All he had to do was make sure he had the photos of every other asshole in leadership, so he could return the favor.
Then, along comes Trump. All of a sudden, the debts are not being paid. They're being cancelled by the truckload. One cannot charge a copper or two if there is no debt. Trump has no debt to them; no photos. There is nothing bad about him that the whole world doesn't already know. If he does have secrets, they are deep in his heart where he wrestles with reconciliation during every quiet moment; like all good saints.
We watch the hatred ooze through the pours, like the stinking slimeball Maxine Waters, or Adam Schiff, or the black-eyed demon McStain, or even in the pasty pallor of Suckerberg.We see this, because Trump has called them to the floor to fight. Their peons and attorneys and publicists will not do. And when they step into the arena and drop their mask to pick up their war hammer, we see them for who they are. The ones who gasp, like you and me, can be saved. The ones who hate the light, who cannot bear the thought of justice, will look around to see who is with them. They will look for support from the pink pussy hats and the black masks, and the rainbow flags. They will pick up their professionally printed signs and march and march and march, beating their breasts and screaming into megaphones until their throats bleed.
The time is at hand, and there is nowhere for them to hide now. They have made themselves known, without fear. Because, like the person posing in the thread as Rothschild, they like the taste of pain. They like robbing the bees of their labor. They like the world to be in debt to them. They have surrounded themselves with the children they intend to sacrifice to their lust for power. For, at the end of the day, there is only the illusion of money. And that illusion has made all but a very few lie down in the field of poison Daffodils for a nice long sleep. The rest of us have been rescued, and are headed for Kansas.
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