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My'Anon.

A sharing.

What does one call the person that accepts the world as it's given, without critical thought, incorporating the blizzard of logical fallacies that blind them to the inconsistencies around them? A Dreamer.

But what is the Dream?

This anon imagines it thusly;

Deep in the past, an early man with only the rats to keep him company. At some point he figured out that he could pass the time getting them to perform ever more complicated behaviors. Chasing after, "muh cheese". How big a leap is it to notice that the same thing can be done with humans?

Humans have always needed tools to survive. At what point does the "tool" become "muh cheese"? If one has a functional tool yet replaces it with one with no real improvement… If one has a tool that does the job, but replace it with one that will network with other "tools"… If one has a tool that works just fine, but buys one that says, "new and improved"… If one has to mortgage one's future to get it; "muh cheese".

The Dream has taken thousands of years to reach it's present incarnation. The Dream in Babylon 4-5k years ago was a simpler dream, one could walk away into the wilds and be done with it. Now…Can one even imagine it? People in today's world have no idea. Humans have become dependent on the "Dream". Our ancestors could do everything needed to thrive in the world with just two hands to do it. Make one's own tools. Build one's own home. Grow one's own food. Birth one's own children. Teach them. Raise them. Be confident in what they will be as adults.

Now? We're all slaves, or pretending to be to get by. The whole system is designed to kick up. Through an incredibly complex network of owned/controlled financial institutions humankind is stripped of all real choice. Their game. Cities are designed to foment dependence. To create the kind of behavior that is seen in rats… https: //www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/how-mouse-utopias-1960s-led-grim-predictions-humans-180954423/ "what looked like rat utopias and mouse paradises at first quickly spiraled into out-of-control overcrowding, eventual population collapse and seemingly sinister behavior patterns"

THEY see us as rats. To be herded into cities. To tire of the terrible life, lie down, and die… THEY are such cowards they would prefer to preserve THEIR projected image of beneficence. Instead of putting the bullet in our head, they want us to do it to ourselves. THEY think that if actual the killing is done by us, no responsibility flows to THEM.

To ponder; If one were to put the mind behind the (Dems(Establishment(Cabal))) at the edge of a cliff in a chair, build a Rube Goldberg machine that culminates in a boot being launched into the switch that dumps it over cliffside, who is responsible for that mind being dashed? The boot? Of course not. The mind in the chair? Phht, come on. The person that kicks off the machine is responsible for the outcome regardless of how many steps, how complicated the machine is. THEY have built a Dream around us, a giant Rube Goldberg monstrosity designed to make us all want to die, to preserved THEIR fucking self image!

America and the world are awakening to what YOU have done.

WE SEE YOU!

we're coming

there's no escape

there's no going back

this is a fight to the death

YOU or US

Neo dodged figurative bullets, until he saw what they were; lies. He doesn't dodge them now. He looks at them with an idle curiosity before deleting the liars. In this Dream, My'Anon looks at YOUR lies with the same idle amusement. Digging up the evidence of YOUR crimes. Ferreting out where YOU and YOURS are. Fair warning fuckers; in this movie, Neo is the one being cloned into the millions.

YOU or US

This anon is not into prophesy; but perhaps a prediction.

YOUR tools are being destroyed. YOUR web of control being torn. YOUR options being limited like never in history. YOU are being hemmed in, by a Holy army of Nobodies.

YOU. The mind behind it all. YOU have always thought that nobody could hurt you. At the end of this some Nobody is going to be sitting atop your chest, with the world holding YOU down. That little Nobody is going to reach into that mind, rip it from the wrapper and hold it up for all to see…Crying out, "The Sovereign is dead, long live OUR Sovereignty". At the moment that YOUR mind is no longer capable of accepting the expected; a curiosity. Where does IT go? IT is kicked up to you from the entire world now. Without YOU receiving IT, where does IT go? Top kek indeed if that Nobody gets IT like "the Prize" in a Highlander movie. Sharing IT out to the world. IT is ours. IT has been stolen. Even the Knowledge of IT has been taken from humanity…

Perhaps My'Anon knows, but not this little insignificant nobody.

popcorn on standby.

We're ready, Mr. President.

What's in a name, My'Anon?

Be the Hero of your own story.

Be Worthy.

Patriots.