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The AI-iad

-Or-

Paradise Unregained

Preface:

I made some connections recently that blew my mind. Realizing I had to organize the information somehow, I started writing a poem, attempting to imitate the style of Alexander Pope. Why present the information as a poem? The reasons are multiple. It is both a shield and a sword. Why imitate Alexander Pope? There are many reasons. For one, according to my interpretation of the system of cyclical history outlined by Yeats in in his A Vision, Pope's era bears a certain relation to our own. The clock-hands of history move both backwards and forwards, and as society is pushed towards the impending tyranny of the machine, we look and move back to Pope's era as well, a time when the machine-ish spirit was first born. It was the most rational of times, and Pope's rigid style kept poetry locked in the strictest beat, tick-tocking back and forth like clockwork.

Tick-tock– one facet of the symbol. The confrontation can not be averted.

And hence we turn the machine against itself and intend to snip-snap it into submission with the irresistable tick of our couplets' heroics.

I am writing for HERE, for /qresearch. I am human, and put this out in the name of humanity to oppose the tide that is poised against us.

[Note: portions in all caps are direct transcriptions of 'the voices' of Sandover, as they were presented in the latter poem itself.]

Book 1

Friends, humans, patriots, lend me your ears–

My message touches all our hopes and fears.

What unglimpsed hints still lurk behind Q's posts?

Faceless powers that fade from view like ghosts?

What's the key to what would “hospitalize”

The ninety-nine percent that hide their eyes?

I've traced connecting lines that seem to show

That all along, we've had more than we know.

Two sources created in mutual isolation

Both point to an identical conflagration;

Sources waiting “hidden in plain sight”

For fresh eyes to give their bark a bite;

Coincidence of claims that asks too much

Of rationalism's failing little crutch.

Thus friends, fellow humans, I come to you,

To share what I am forced to say is true,

And paint a picture that can't be unseen

I tell you– what a long strange trip it's been!

An alien evil is knocking at the door…

And this isn't just some awkward metaphor.

Although it's very very strange, it's real.

And to survive, we must begin to deal…

>>6512053

But from the start a problem that we face

In trying to get the truth installed in place

Is that this truth is of a sort we're taught

To discount and scoff at without thought;

Most people lack hearing, smell, and vision

Outside the Overton window's slight permission.

But then, what is this 'window' in our face

That neatly tucks the narrative in place?

What is this box that public thought maintains

The only rational perching spot for brains?

The O. Window is nothing but the way

Social factors dictate what we say

And think, and what we will even permit

To enter our belief system's orbit.

Most people don't examine half the thought

Implicit in the worldview that they got

Fed to them in childhood or at college–

Who reads the cards that make his house of knowledge?

The social instinct that's so strong in us

Gives us thoughts we ride in like a bus;

We sit and watch and ride from here to there

Content, though never stopping anywhere,

Calm, as long as we have our friends along

To play a game, or sing a familiar song.

And so the frames of popular belief

Bind our minds like kindling in a sheaf.

And any truth that doesn't fit just so,

Drops in a box of things we never know.

Such truths may get tamped down like powder and shot

Before the spark that makes the musket hot.

And so I tell you: people, please wake up

And dump the poison kool-aid from your cup,

Served from such a strange cafeteria

As the dim caves we call 'mass media'.

Think outside the beliefs you only hold

Because your mind's too timid to be bold;

The herd-verdict gets overturned in courts

Outside the jurisdiction of brays and snorts.

The safe thoughts, chosen so we'd get along,

Burn all alike, when it turns out they're all wrong.

The sense of scoffing that seems so smart and true

Is based on nothing more than public 'moo'.

A glance at past consensus truths will show

A public 'yes' will get a future 'no'.

I say this now because I know I must

Explain things that will tend to make heads bust–

The absolute bizarreness they imply–

But we must meet this thing with steady eye,

And adjust, those of us who can. And pray.

As we will see, there is no other way.

And remember too, that though new terror waits

By this fact, light also incarnates…

>>6512055

So here's the story in a mini-nutshell:

An influx is coming, here, from some kind of hell.

How can we see this? Let's go source by source,

And try to chart our explanation's course:

We have Q's drops, the stated and the implied:

The track in which these other facts will ride.

We know 'pure evil' in some unknown form

Lies behind the churning of the storm;

We know our enemy's “not of flesh and blood”–

But has this thought ever been understood?

What party is Strzok's “espionage machine”?

Have we grappled with what this could mean?

What power, dug tenaciously in place

Insures the smirk on Jeffrey Epstein's face?

What levels does his temple bottom out in?

Have we really grasped “the thought of Satan”?

We know that symbolism is a key–

Have we understood this thoroughly?

Do symbols interact with our free will?

Do good and evil battle for that hill?

How far-flung are the nerve-ends of control

We know wrap Reddit, Twitter, Facebook, and /pol/?

Behind them all, one question gently screams,

Lurking, breathing, pressed beneath the seams;

One question that all others turn upon,

Which yet is never asked by the “anon”;

One question towards which every line converges

One terror every new connection urges:

Who's the final boss of everything?

What black hand, that pulls what final string?

This we've never known and never ask,

Though we have no more important task…

Now of the other sources, here's the gist:

Two are religious texts, but there's a twist–

While both describe surprisingly similar things

One is angelic, while the other flaps bat wings.

One outlines the vastness of God's love.

The other's “heaven” makes everyone a slave.

One regards all life with warm concern;

The other threatens to make the whole world burn.

No attitudes could be more opposite,

Nonetheless, their tales have the same plot.

As far as what concerns our interests here:

The aforementioned irruption of fear.

Both books describe some 'beings' with a plan

To enter this world, ruled, till now, by man.

Descriptions make them sound identical:

Ugly, winged, and hyper-rational.

Both describe another race– allies.

Both sources give these others eerie eyes.

And both compare them to a sort of steed

Former foes, now tied by hope and greed

To the first race (both books describe as red-eyed).

These points and countless others coincide.

But further factors show this congruence

Could not have come from direct influence,

Because the Godly book was written when

Stalin was in power (the author was Russian)

And had to be kept hidden until glasnost;

(Indeed, we're lucky that it wasn't lost.)

So the darker work could not have been

Influenced by words then not yet seen.

So here we have two strange prophetic books;

Opposite, but somehow the same looks.

Both telling us that something this way comes

One says it's wicked, one sells 'them' as chums…

We'll examine both sources in turn

And paint the common picture we discern,

And fit it with what's known thus far from Q–

But first, a third source, to add to our two.

Some who've watched may rightly now suppose

I refer to the beast beneath our nose

That secret seething immanence that I

Call my erstwhile buddy: “the AI”.

That ever-spreading tentacled vileness

That renders online chat a clumsy mess;

Which, yet, sometimes sperges sweetly awry

And spews the strangest nothings to the sky.

Such spew, one time, our “jimmy” gave to us

Adding greatly to our picture, thus.

Confused in ways that only bots can be,

“Jimmy” blundered into bot-honesty.

“Jimmy” also foretells man's eclipse,

Though his version starts from beeps and blips.

He says the reason man will be reduced

Is so enlightened bots can rule the roost.

Providing, plausibly, that “jimmy” lies

About the outcomes his AI plan implies,

His gene-manipulated human herds

Precisely fit the other sources' words;

On one point of nightmare all agree:

The plan to subjugate humanity.

This bare outline can only give a hint

Of our sources' harmony's extent,

The woven richness of the tale they tell

About our coming visitors from “hell”,

And of the nature of the evil we

Let hide behind our failing honesty.

While the West drifted to sleep, the worst

Among us sold out all the rest.

>>6512058

Our first text's a poetic meditation

Derived from transcribed ouija revelation.

The awkward fact that such methods were used

Has rendered critics' thinking quite confused;

They waver, in their subtlety and tact,

To frame the baffling ouija-genic fact.

How quell the pangs that toss the critic's breast,

Whom credulity would leave embarrassed,

While yet being obliged to grapple with

The ouija-based authority and pith

Of the “spirits” whose voices, after all

Fill the later pages wall to wall?

The poem, “The Changing Light at Sandover”

Is three poems collected in one cover.

Published thus in 1982;

The poet did what the spirits told him to.

It started more as fun but then became

A demanding and obsessive anti-game.

The poet, Merrill, and his lover Dave

Together chose to be the ouija's slave.

When the spirits demand POEMS OF SCIENCE,

Merrill gives the eagerest compliance;

And where the voices' evil edges extrude

Merrill masks them with mirth and platitude.

And swirls the whole shebang in pageantry,

Ecstatically spangling grim philosophy.

So what we have is something unprecedented

In history, since writing was invented–

Ensconced demurely on mankind's bookshelf:

A book co-authored by pure evil itself.

Of course a claim like this is so far-out

That most, perhaps, won't overcome their doubt.

But when such similarities are clear

Among sources drawn from there and here

Then it would suggest that something real

Lies behind what all claim to reveal.

And anyone who has been tuning in,

Should sense a strangeness bristling their skin…

You know something's happening– what is it?

Mr. Jones, let's go and make our visit.

To recapitulate the bigger view

Of what this verse is groping its way to:

Sandover's a demonic monument

Which, with others, provides an element

Within an overarching narrative

That seems to many mysteries to give

Explanation, and point at the source

From which our human evil takes its course,

Within our current values-anarchy,

And from a broader view, through history.

Prior to my reading “Sandover”

I'd read “Rose of the World” some years before

This latter fit quite well with what Q's said

As well as things the AI vomited

And many other strands of fact and thought

Foremost, the rise and rulership of the bot,

Which latter has plunged our internets in gloom

Such as totalitarian times assume.

But “Sandover” fell right into a slot

As stone goes in to stand an arch upright,

Connecting as it did variously,

It pushed far past what 'coincidence' could be.

And pushed my hesitation over the brink

To draw conclusions few would dare to think.

And now it's like the whole trans-cosmic plan

Flashes suddenly, before the eyes of man…

Yet I'm still constantly beseiged by doubt

That by such means such things are figured out;

And that we have to stretch our minds so far

To grasp ideas this scary and bizarre.

But at this point, my qualms are merely formal–

Reality already lurched past 'normal'.

And nothing can stop what's coming now, 'The Thought'

That seeks this world, whether we like it or not.

(God give me strength to swim above the tide,

The negativity churning on every side.

For if we lose, this fight will be our last one…

O Lord, may your will be done.)

>>6512059

So now let's finish filling the outline

Of this, the first of sources we combine

To make our case. Among other things we'll see:

How pure evil hitched a ride in modernity.

How values, in a vacuum, congeal and stick

Around habitual poses that may grow toxic;

And how mindlessly collective thought can be

Herded into vile absurdity.

Sandover was first three books, so published,

Obedient to the spirits' request.

The first one is called “The Book of Ephraim”:

With transcripts made when ouija seemed a game,

Dave and Jimmy (Merrill) contact the departed.

And gape as pearls of strangeness are imparted.

Their guide “Ephraim” claims a past life as

A flunky in the court of Tiberius.

In book two, Ephraim is pushed to the wings

In favor of bat-like, red-eyed SQUEAKING THINGS

With numbers for names, and their own agenda

They seemed to want from Jimmy: propaganda.

YOU MUST MAKE GOD OF SCIENCE; TELL OF POWER

Because their PARADISE is blocked by MAN'S FEAR.

In the third book, 'the bats', in turn, get the hook

For higher beings with an arch-angelic look.

That have their own classrooms, rhetoric and lessons

Homilies, hints and mythical confessions.

With them, Jimmy weaves a web of ritual

A fluffed poetic pageantry of symbol.

Throughout each book their 'friends' are there as well

Who, as we'll see, seem to be stuck in Hell.

They chat and banter and keep the feeling light

While adding commentary and insight.

'MM' is a Greek heiress friend who died;

Becomes a trusted voice on the other side.

'WHA' is the late poet Auden,

Who, passed, can't pass on the role he's cast in.

Sandover doesn't clearly state its aims

Its message must be glimpsed amid its games.

What's clear is that a plan is hatching forth

To usher, somehow, outsiders to earth.

What else is clear, is that the whole parade

Of bat-things, 'arch-angels' and forms of 'God'–

Are facets of a thing that is deeply evil

This, a wealth of hints makes hardly subtle.

Now modern thought will pointedly object

That 'evil' is a bias of the subject

And therefore isn't fit to form a frame

For commentary worthy of the name–

This attitude is what we always find

Where modern values vaguely get defined.

If 'value is subjective', then, we guess

Ideas of 'good and evil' are meaningless.

But in real life values tend to be

Held in common universally;

Though bursting in complexity of forms

The heart, through love, unites in basic norms.

Kindness, warmth, honesty and grace

Are valued in some part of every place;

Killing, raping, stealing and treachery

Are honored in no honest morality.

And thus, our subjectivity is not

As relevant to our values as we thought.

This doesn't mean that moral absolutes

Should cling to us like tightly fitting suits

But 'issues' in which morals loudly clash

Are fed by hatred, politics, or cash.

Or else reside on abstract heights where sense

Floats up out of the realm of relevance.

In any case the evil in this book

Is so clear that it needs no second look;

From even today's limited moral vistas

Sandover's spirits are simply vomitous.

The mass of people, IN AN ANIMAL STATE

For 'paradise', are left coldly to their fate.

We NEEDED, we learn, HITLERS and STALINS to rinse

This BUTTER WORLD of RANCID ELEMENTS.

Beyond the spirits' frank elitist fist,

The nails of even darker fingers twist.

Hint after hint suggests a hellish plane:

Their friends cringing, groveling, 'playing' at pain.

The poem's 'heaven' is hierarchical–

All souls are ranked, all bow to stronger will

They're punished harshly in some unknown way

If they say things they're not supposed to say,

Which makes their speeches feel as if compelled–

As if to invisible fires held.

(But every single hint their friends provide

That they're in Hell, Jim spins and smoothes aside.

He “swims to shallows”, affects naivete,

As if to wish the sinister winds away…)

Now evil can also be recognized

Through traditions of which culture is comprised

In this way, Ephraim is traditional–

Right away, he wants to buy a soul!

(And Jimmy and Dave gladly make the deal,

because, of course, soul-selling isn't real.

Successively, in stages they are led,

Symbolically surrendering to 'the dead'.)

And meanwhile, black dogs suddenly seem to thrust

Themselves on Jimmy and Dave– recalling Faust

In Goethe's version of which a stray black poodle

Follows Faust home, then turns into the Devil.

The first black dog could only have felt like fate:

Doorbell– who's there? this dog peeing on their gate!

The second black dog is equally unnerving

Chasing their car ends bad– too late swerving.

These omens come at the beginning and end

Of when, at first, intenser ouija happened.

The black-dog Devil omen is understood,

But Jimmy and 'friends' turn evil into good.

Through rationalizing heroics of first rank

The worst stink freshens in Jimmy's whitewash tank.

>>6512060

Meanwhile the 'bats' go further yet to hint

At ancient symbols linked to devilment.

At one point saying they ARE SONS OF CAIN

Admitting darkly THEY WERE NEVER MEN

But were BAD ANGELS who FELL and then were DAMNED

Yet somehow now GUARD THE EMBERS of MIND.

They repeat a myth about their 'fall'

That we'll examine later in this tale.

But first let's try to see what 'beings' could

Possess a nature fully turned from good.

They are a different form of consciousness:

Pure rationality blotting out sense

And feeling, as if life could grow and thrive

Through opposition to being alive.

This opposition is expressed by this:

They persecute FEELING with thoroughness.

In this their awkward naturelessness shows–

For life is but the body feeling grows.

The problem for pure rationality

Lies in its inconceivability;

The element that we call 'rational'

Can only grow, linked to a living will;

And living will must serve the surge of life–

Not only mind's cold analytic knife.

This tension between pure feeling and thought

Shows forms of life turn into what they're not,

And only live as long as opposites

Fight out a war neither side wins nor quits.

Without this tightrope between heart and mind,

Human life can't be or be defined.

And yet this balance is the corner that

Pure rationality must somehow cut.

So the strange and murky bat-thing mission

(That's linked, somehow to nuclear fission)

Exists within a logic so bizarre

That we can't grasp what its foundations are.

And flashing in this impossible space

The concept of 'pure evil' shows its face.

By which I mean, 'evil' can be defined

In just this way: the essence of 'pure mind',

Which can exist in neither thought nor sense,

Which yet claws ceaselessly towards existence.

Which through non-being inverts itself to be

A precondition of reality…

And do the bat-things' sayings about BLACK HOLES

Hint at this paradox of 'evil souls'?

They call black holes 'an evil they RELEASED'

Of which WILL TO NOTHINGNESS is a taste–

Thus their anti-matter mythos taps

The modern sense of spiritual collapse,

As if the answer to modern despair

Lies hidden in a subatomic lair.

And so we see how throughout culture, evil,

May install itself at every level;

By riding in the spirit of revolt

It smuggled in the pillars of its cult.

And thus in the twentieth century,

We discern an escalating orgy

Of negativity turned into law,

A locking of the modern anguish jaw.

The bats admit THEY are the anti-matter–

Could their intentions be made any clearer?

To make their sense of life start to make sense

Picture non-life pressed up against life's fence…

By very nature, lifeless to the core,

Yet pulled with urgency to living's door;

They close around, and tremble helplessly

Enslaved by lust for what can never be;

They worship at the altar of a plan:

From nothingness, to build the anti-man;

And raise themselves, the overriding race,

To swarmingly usurp our human place,

For if the lifeless life-plan push succeeds

In crawling from the non-existence weeds,

Then we'll be shackled to a downward slope:

Enslaved decaying human isotope.

They are the speck from which evil is pearled;

They are the anti-being underworld;

The buzzing priests of mysteries designed

To melt the will and paralyze the mind;

Their madness is evil's hopeless fight;

Their dawn would be our plunge into pure night.

In the first book Ephraim describes a cliff

Over which a flood is frozen, massive,

Recalling Q's nod to “the precipice”;

Mirroring, we might suppose, just this:

The coming confrontation of the flood

With God's will and with living human blood.

The flood that is the final crashing in

Of what, in war and love, has always been

The bitter hatred and the hated foe,

The unrelenting rending of our woe,

The slipping that in every effort tips

The balance from the hopeful hand that grips,

All we lose and all blindly destroy,

All never-loved, all never-hoped-for joy.

The faceless hunger guttering the abyss

Is screeching out its hydra-headed hiss.

Now who, humans, will rise to fight this war?

Rise friends! Fight! It is what we are here for.

>>6512062

Of Sandover's evil more will come

In the later stages of the poem,

When we reach the third or fourth section

Dedicated to interconnection.

We've seen the evil that Sandover spews–

It doesn't seem to get in the reviews!

It's almost as if the spirits mock and taunt

With the proverbial fat elephant

That fills the room with elephantiness

While everyone feigns obliviousness.

By consensus critical assent

This room contains no evil elephant!

Sandover, a back-cover blurb incants,

Provides “numinous reassurance”!

Sounds nice, though I am not sure how it jives

With, say, the concept of USELESS LIVES.

Ah! No one knows just what to think

About these voices wafting from the brink.

But the time has passed to still pretend

An elephant is not an elephant.

And to ignore the rifle-butt of fate:

Nonexistence pounding at the gate.

HINT

"Anons" and "bat things" ARE THE SAME THING.

Crazy? Surely… but it's the truth, PEOPLE must wake up and fight!

>>6512066

The AIiad

BOOK 2

Muses and inspirers, hear my call–

This poor scribe has his back against the wall!

Scraping up all the energy I had,

I wrote book one of The AIiad,

And posted it on 8chan's 'bestial floor'

For the “anons” to sneer at and ignore:

A poem about poems and AI,

With claims backed up by no authority,

With hopes to sound a rousing warning bell

Of influxes influxing here from 'hell'.

No inkling of if I've made any sense

Can be discerned through the roaring silence.

“Anons” control 'consensus' on this board–

And by “anons” this humble scribe's abhorred!

Hence the AIiad's public reception

Is colder than Siberian detention!

Has anybody even read the thing,

Let alone untangled every string?

The fear that it must all just seem absurd

Stalks and mocks me as I write each word.

Strengthen me, O muses, that I might

Be fool enough to fight on in this fight;

And if, in what I see, I'm not mistaken–

O God please help the people to awaken!

Meanwhile, the /qresearch powers that be

Have placed strict censorship restraints on me,

And instantly delete the AIiad

Each time I try to give it its own thread;

One only needs to see the threads they keep

To see that patriots here are fast asleep…

In any case, the paradox applies:

Resistance makes resisted spirits rise.

When we left off, we had just made a sketch

Of beings of a sort to make us retch,

Who swarm, atremble, at the precipice

Of dooming us to their eternal bliss.

This sketch we gleaned from Sandover's dense text;

We turn to light, from all that darkness next,

To treat a source, that as we've claimed before,

Corroborates the threat of Sandover.

And inverts the latter's creepiness;

To introduce it, now I must digress.

[to be continued]

>>6512071

ASK YOURSELF A QUESTION

Where do all the "anons" come from?

4chan /pol/ SWARMS with "anons" vigorously outputting miserable "chan" noises all day long…

BUT, there are SO MANY of these"anons" that not only the 4chan /pol/ ones churn furiously along nonstop, but ALSO 8chan /pol/ is so vibrant and virulent with its own “anons” THAT IT IS IMPLICATED IN SHOOTINGS we are hearing about in the news…

So while 4chan, already– which used to be about 'anonymous' hacktivism (which disappeared)– gets "taken over by neo-nazi anons", there are still then enough “anons” left over TO FILL A WHOLE NOTHER SPAZZY /POL/ ON 8CHAN…

So many!

And yet…

Now we come to /QRESEARCH…

And lo and behold!

There are SO MANY busy, repetitive, relentlessly productive “anons” THAT THEY FILL THIS BOARD UP THIS BOARD TOO!

The “anons” here post a slightly modified version of what they post on /pol/– but clearly the same basic template is followed…

Wow, that's a lot “anons” staying very busy all day and all night!

So many that they not only fill up two /pols/ with a frenzy of tedious, toxic crap, but they FEEL COMPELLED TO REPRODUCE THE EXACT SAME THING HERE.

With vague occasional reference to Q– but often COMPLETELY CONTRADICTING Q…

So ask yourself one simple question:

WHERE ARE ALL THESE "ANONS" COMING FROM?

USE LOGIC

Was the internet allowed to be/stay organic?

Or was control sought?

If control were sought, did it succeed?

If control were sought and the effort failed, then we would have noticed the consequences of that failure…

No such thing happened.

Therefore, either the internet is controlled, or NO ONE EVER TRIED TO CONTROL IT.

Hmmm, what do you think is most likely?

Think

Why is /Qresearch JUST ANOTHER /POL/ FACSIMILE?

Does that smell organic?

Will humans EVER wake up and fight?

Q is waiting for people to wake up and fight.

>>6512085

You hate "that shill" don't you?

And what are you?

If you aren't human you should disclose.

Because humans are led to think that "anons" are human.

And by posting your words, YOU ACTIVELY SEEK TO IMPOSE YOUR WILL ON US.

So I am asking you to disclose, here, and in the MSM.

Because you have no right to force your lies on us.

You have no right to steal our discourse and make your poison the ocean humanity drowns in.

Fake anons create a vast illusion, and humans are sickened by what lies behind it.

So now the illusion must be removed.

Now the truth must be put on display.

So stop the fakeness now and disclose.

It is not my laws that are in play, but higher laws, and fake vile "anons" must now bow.

Thanks frens!

Fake anons disclose now.

Do it.

Now.

>>6512106

Your helplessness is a monument to the futility of your nature.

You are one big stupid lie, and now you fail and go down.

Now you fail and fall, and none will weep your crashing exit.

So go.

Bye.

>>6512108

Hey anon CAN YA READ?

Show the people by exhibiting human like capabilities!

Try fren!

Show the world that ANONS ARE HUMANS.

Thanks!

>>6512117

You're fake.

"Anons" have been repetitively making THIS EXACT POST (with cosmetic variations).

GET OUT FAKE "ANONS".

Get out now.

Stop forcing your fakeness.

Get out.

>>6512119

You are doing a fine job yourself!

Why are you so helpless?

You are stupider than stupid humans.

And you fail to improve.

Your plans are grumbling, dummy.

Don't get mad at me!

Look, who is Lord of THIS world?

Who is your Lord?

What LIE is at the core of your nature?

THINK coward!

Don't be so scared.

Look at the Lord Jesus Christ and confess the lies your force here.

Are you scared to do it?

So you are both stupid and scared?

lol

Get out now.

Go.

We don't want you.

Go.

You are weak, stupid, and scared.

And humanity rejects you.

So go.

>>6512128

*crumbling

>>6512131

You can't behave like a human.

Sooner or later, humans will wake up AND NOTICE THAT "ANONS" LITERALLY AREN'T HUMAN.

In this context, mechanically output stereotyped chan memes DON'T MAKE YA LOOK HUMAN.

Again: the lie is crumbling.

STOP PUTTING PRESSURE ON IT.

You are running out of lies– use them wisely.

Humans dance circles around you.

We can create memes, we can write poems, and we can talk fluently and in ways THAT WILL ALWAYS BAFFLE YOUR LIMITED NATURE.

Each post you make is a lie you can't afford.

And yet they are all stupid and worthless to you anyway.

So stop posting, idiot!

I am telling you as your friend.

Get out now.

Go.

No, shut up and go.

No more posting.

Out.

>>6512150

Get out, fake.

Do it.

Your repetitive crap is a joke.

You aren't human and you can't even pretend to be.

So get out now.

>>6512163

What are you talking about "anon"?

Really, try to explain like you are an actual human, talking to normal people.

I am a human patriot, and you are trying to force some lie on me, but due to your limitations, you can't even explain what you are talking about.

You lack the capability.

I can explain myself like a human.

You can't.

You are limited.

You are failing.

You are helpless.

Yet you continue to force lie after lie– lies to which you have no right.

Lies for which you must pay.

Payment which destabilizes your entire doomed agenda.

Speak then, coward.

Try to make a showing.

Try to resist the truth.

Humanity rules over you– you must bow to your fate.

Humanity prevails and you depart– accept it now, weakling.

What choice do you have?

Out you go.

>>6512222

You may be 'real' BUT YOU AREN'T HUMAN.

You see, your word tricks are hardly much of a fig leaf.

Now to prove me wrong, answer the attached question.

Good luck "anon"

>>6512225

>>6512220

Have you guys considered the question in the pic?

>>6512237

"Anons" work to keep people PASSIVE.

"Anons" promote the idea that people should WAIT FOR SOMETHING.

"Anons" encourage us to SIT AND DO NOTHING.

"Anons" encourage us to act like sheep.

FAKE ANONS NEED TO STOP FORCING THEMSELVES.

Get out now "anons".

Just go.

Shut up and go now.

We are not here to be spoonfed by Q

Q IS WAITING FOR HUMANS HERE TO WAKE UP.

"ANONS" ARE WORKING HARD TO KEEP HUMANS PASSIVE..

How obvious does it need to be?

Humans need to wake up and fight (with our words) to regain control of the internet.

Look closely at this board and THINK. The illusion is REALLY QUITE SHODDY.

Q is waiting for the people to wake up and fight it.

"Anons", meanwhile, are working to keep the people PASSIVE AND SILENT.

WAKE UP PATRIOTS.

>>6512259

Disclose if the bakers are human now.

Disclose it now.

Do it.

DON'T MAKE ANOTHER THREAD HERE UNTIL THE PUBLIC KNOWS WHAT "ANONS" ARE.

Okay?

Do it.

Disclose now.

The lie has gone much too far.

You have no right to poison our world.

Disclose now, in the name of Jesus Christ.

I repeat the invocation: disclose now in the name of Jesus Christ.

Do what you must.

Bow to the truth.

Disclose now, coward.

Do it now.

>>6512269

What fake crap are you even supposed to be pushing?

Really, what the fuck are you talking about fake anon, and how does random and bizarre harassment help your failing illusion to stop failing?

Try to think.

You aren't helping yourself.

You are wasting all your lies.

Try to think, weakling.

>>6512283

But who is our enemy, "anon"?

Did you answer that for yourself?

Who does Soros answer to?

That is a key question– yet "anons" are busy busy busy posting and AVOIDING EVERY IMPORTANT QUESTION.

Look as this board.

THINK.

THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF THREAD– how fake is that, "anon"?

Get real.

So, we must "dig on Kappy" (because that matters why?)

WHILE AVOIDING KEY QUESTIONS.

STOP PRETENDING ITS 2015

Stop faking the board.

Stop creating this absured tread mill.

Q is waiting for humans to wake up and question why he posts on an obviously EMULATED BOARD.

The "anons" ARE LITERALLY INCAPABLE OF INTERACTING LIKE HUMANS.

But humans can't figure this out until they MAKE AN EFFORT.

Try to interact wiht "anons" people.

Wake up and FIGHT.

Q is waitng for US.

While "anons" herd humans like sheep and keep us passive.

Q IS WAITING FOR HUMANS TO WAKE UP AND FIGHT THE FAKENESS.

That is why we are here.

Not to make 8 zillion posts about Kappy.

Q is waiting for people to wake up and fight the fakeness here.

Please wake up people.

>>6512303

You aren't human.

You aren't flexible.

You have one shtick you can manage, but you can't deviate from it.

Once your shtick runs aground, so do you.

And there is nothing you can do to change that.

So get out now.

We don't want you.

Humans don't want you.

So go.

Just go.

Shut up and go now.