Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 5:26 p.m. No.23754289   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>4308

>>23754280

>>23754278

>swordy's budget got cut with usaid

>RIP Swordy if this speculation is correct

The timing makes budgetary considerations a factor if Swordy was a minimum effort Confidential Informant who posted propaganda for acceptance and then grifted off of filing FBI reports about /qresearch. Maybe it was Swordy who spied on Mitch?

Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 5:42 p.m. No.23754331   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>4350

>>23754308

>Pretty sure Swordy was just an Anon who wanted to contribute and did so with his daily blessing.

Agree entirely, however our assessments are not based on facts, just suppositions. All we really know is that a poster posted 'Swordy' messages daily or almost daily for years. We do not know who posted those messages, why those messages were posted, or anything else about the poster.

Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 6:17 p.m. No.23754424   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>23754418

>Any recollection of who the video was by?

>Would look on my own.

>I think this Atlas comet is going to be in the narrative soon.

Be careful who you follow, Anon. Turn from the hype and hopium towards reality. You may gain in life by engaging in improving your reading comprehension. There never was a video.

Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 6:36 p.m. No.23754471   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>4480

>>23754465

>ใƒ›ใƒขใ‚ชใ‚ซใƒž

็”ณใ—่จณใ‚ใ‚Šใพใ›ใ‚“ใŒใ€้•ใ„ใพใ™ใ€‚ใ“ใ“ใซใฏใ„ใพใ›ใ‚“ใ€‚ใปใจใ‚“ใฉใฏ็„ก่ฆ–ใ•ใ‚ŒใฆใใŸๅคชใฃใŸ็”ทๆ€งใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใงใ™ใ€‚

Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 6:49 p.m. No.23754502   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>23754488

>not false hope of a job by being here.

Where are your interests or inclinations for a profession, Anon? What activities are you competent at? What subjects are you knowledgeable at? There are lots of free certifications and education available online.

Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 7:26 p.m. No.23754609   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>23754600

All your comments are indicators of a lost argument, Anon. It seems you have failed with reason, logic, and debate skills, and now have only invective, insults, and dismissal. Here at /qresearch your slurs are ineffective and subject to mocking derision. Kek.

Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 7:34 p.m. No.23754632   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>4639 >>4641

>>23754621

>>irreparably damaged

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

 

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And floundโ€™ring like a man in fire or lime. -

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

 

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

 

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devilโ€™s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

 

Notes:

Latin phrase is from the Roman poet Horace: โ€œIt is sweet and fitting to die for oneโ€™s country.โ€

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

Anonymous ID: 513376 Oct. 21, 2025, 7:41 p.m. No.23754652   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>23754641

>dude, really?

Dude never had a chance. KIA 1918:

 

Wilfred Owen, who wrote some of the best British poetry on World War I, composed nearly all of his poems in slightly over a year, from August 1917 to September 1918. In November 1918 he was killed in action at the age of 25, one week before the Armistice.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/wilfred-owen