Ah, you unreasonable facsimiles of human beings, tiny cowering powers quivering to be:

I guess it's you I have to thank for our lives being reduced to a series of false flags. I was 8 years old when you murdered Kennedy.

Ever since then, you've used one false flag after another to enrich yourselves, to take control of the Federal government, to try and manipulate the masses to your sick, infantile desires.

The sands be shifting beneath your feets, you holy fucks. Lies do that. Every. Time.

Here's something you won't decipher in the time left to us since you're so hellbent on killing the entire world: Moar people means better cover.

The Sun is going to make us all equal again. Isaiah 24

God's will in all things.