Fritz Springmeier says there are 2 m trauma-based MC bots in the US. Not forgetting that these are human beings, fellow citizens who had this horrible abuse inflicted on them, Springmeier says they all have "end times programming."

No idea what end times programming entails, FS does not specify but it doesn't sound like programmed victims will be washing the feet of the poor.

Anon means to buy another box of 12g zombie load in case it gets bad, or rather worse, in Los Angeles.

We have the highest satanist population in the world.

So perhaps more end times programmed bots rampaging than anon initially estimated based on distribution by population.

Anon is popping corn and NPCs get through the nano claymores, over the river of love and past the chain gun killzone there will be adequate ammunition.

Anon uses the standard patriot defensive configuration here depicted, but in the latest, virtual version overlay on 3D reality. Imperceptible by the coarse sensory apparatus of normie materialist or trauma based mind control NPCs.

Shillcon downgrade

Newfags

Learn about IO in non linear war or become a psyop casualty.

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A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.