my whole idea is let's hijack the msm deep fakes push and redirect it to disarm project bkuebeam by associating those concepts with each other

the rest of this copypasties is i have no idea how many characters 600 is so u get a poem Our local picture house was showing a Batman movie

You see this guy fly up in the sky, thought to myself, 'Why shouldn't I?'

So I bought a pair of wings, went up upon a wall

I was about to jump into the air when a guy from the street called

He said, 'Hey wait a minute! Don't you realize the danger?

What do you think you are, some kind of angel?'

I considered for a minute, realized he spoke the truth.

For the barbells on my eyelids only emphasized my youth

And the sawdust in my plimsolls means the same to him as me

But that's neither here nor further, so I spoke considerately

Now if you understand just what I'm trying to say,

Whatever you do, don't grin, you'll give the game away!'

By now a crowd had gathered and it seemed that all was lost

In the anger of the moment I had diced with death and lost

It seemed to me the time was right so I burst into song

In the anger of the moment the crowd began to sing along

I could not see a way out of this predicament

Just then a breeze came through the trees and up in the air I went

I must have flown a mile, or maybe it was eight

Thought to myself pretty soon I'd hit the Golden Gates

Just then a passing bird for no reason I could see

Took a peck at my wings and that was the end of me

I went down, hit the ground faster than the speed of sound

Luckily I broke no bones only tore my underclothes

Our local picture house was showing a Batman movie

You see this guy fly up in the sky, thought to myself, 'Why shouldn't I?'

So I bought a pair of wings, went up upon a wall

I was about to jump into the air when a guy from the street called

He said, 'Hey wait a minute! Don't you realize the danger?

What do you think you are, some kind of angel?'

I considered for a minute, realized he spoke the truth.

For the barbells on my eyelids only emphasized my youth

And the sawdust in my plimsolls means the same to him as me

But that's neither here nor further, so I spoke considerately

Now if you understand just what I'm trying to say,

Whatever you do, don't grin, you'll give the game away!'

By now a crowd had gathered and it seemed that all was lost

In the anger of the moment I had diced with death and lost

It seemed to me the time was right so I burst into song

In the anger of the moment the crowd began to sing along

I could not see a way out of this predicament

Just then a breeze came through the trees and up in the air I went

I must have flown a mile, or maybe it was eight

Thought to myself pretty soon I'd hit the Golden Gates

Just then a passing bird for no reason I could see

Took a peck at my wings and that was the end of me

I went down, hit the ground faster than the speed of sound

Luckily I broke no bones only tore my underclothes

Hence a wise general makes a point of foraging on the enemy. One cartload of the enemy's provisions is equivalent to twenty of one's own, and likewise a single picul of his provender is equivalent to twenty from one's own store.

1. Now in order to kill the enemy, our men must be roused to anger; that there may be advantage from defeating the enemy, they must have their rewards.

1. Therefore in chariot fighting, when ten or more chariots have been taken, those should be rewarded who took the first. Our own flags should be substituted for those of the enemy, and the chariots mingled and used in conjunction with ours. The captured soldiers should be kindly treated and kept.

1. This is called, using the conquered foe to augment one's own strength.