Hey, faggots.

Was just musing about something. We don't know anything about what actually happened today–don't know if it was a FF, a random attack… or simply just a freak accident that somehow managed to not happen before for almost 900 years. Whatever it was, it was definitely a species-wide happening, something so big that every single human being on Earth with access to anything so mean as a homemade radio participated in it.

That's a big deal, a biiig deal. There's only one other moment like this in the history of my life, and I think we all know what that was.

Most of us here also know, or suspect, that that other moment when something this huge happened because "some people did some things" was at best a psyop meant to demoralize the entire human race… or at worst, was literally some kind of occult working meant to poison us all.

It doesn't matter if today was an accident, a FF, or an actual attack–in the end, they'll try to use it to program you with despair regardless of what it actually was.

If it was the either of the latter, let it urge you to press on them even harder, to squeeze them out of the nasty moist holes they hide in. And if it was simply an accident–well, then at least let it remind you of all the other beautiful things they took from us on purpose, and let that remind you to keep fighting.

But never, ever let it hypnotize you. Do not let it change you. Whatever the truth of today turns out to be, do not allow it to make you weak, or sad, or apathetic, or whatever. That's what happened to everyone I love 18 years ago, and they're still lost there–still zombies, nothing left of the people I remember. Doesn't matter if it was a psyop or a spell or wtf ever; those people are mostly gone in their minds to this day. Those people are why I'm here, why I fight.

Don't let that happen to you today. Don't let it happen to your loved ones today. Let it make you hard instead, and help them to get hard. Guide them to that place of strength, and teach them how to teach the next one down the line to get hard. Hell, that may have been the point of all this–"Nobody steps on a church in my town!" For good or for ill, maybe this moment is the fulcrum that moves the normies towards noticing that things have been very, very wrong in our world for a long time.

Maybe this is the moment when we change everything. Keep teaching them.

Do not stop moving forward, not ever! We're a cunt-hair away from freeing the whole goddamned planet from bondage, so you fucking keep moving. Never, ever stop!

It's a pleasure to serve with you feckless cumdragons. Keep on keepin' on.