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[Innerreach]

Who rules the world? JEWS!
Who rules the world? JEWS!

This is a wide misconception. The nefarious Jews are the Ashkenazi Jews who aren't even Jews at all.

As usual, the enemy hijacked the image of God's children to create confusion.

“I know your tribulation and your poverty ( but you are rich) and the slander of those who say that they are Jews and are not, but are a synagogue of Satan.”

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭2‬:‭9‬ ‭ESV‬‬

The seed of the serpent highjacked EVERYTHING.

History (his story)

The Seven Mountains of Influence are the primary spheres of culture that make up a nation. They are: business, arts/entertainment, media, government, family, education, and religion. (It's religion, not Church, because God intends for the Church to be involved in every “mountain.”)

[Master Trollda]

This is a wide misconception. The nefarious Jews are the Ashkenazi Jews who aren't even Jews at all.

As usual, the enemy hijacked the image of God's children to create confusion.

“I know your tribulation and your poverty ( but you are rich) and the slander of those who say that they are Jews and are not, but are a synagogue of Satan.”

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭2‬:‭9‬ ‭ESV‬‬

The seed of the serpent highjacked EVERYTHING.

History (his story)

The Seven Mountains of Influence are the primary spheres of culture that make up a nation. They are: business, arts/entertainment, media, government, family, education, and religion. (It's religion, not Church, because God intends for the Church to be involved in every “mountain.”)

Fair point. Look, all I’m really trying to say is that Democrats should get punched in the mouth, right?

[Innerreach]

Fair point. Look, all I’m really trying to say is that Democrats should get punched in the mouth, right?

I agree, and we should add the RINOs to that list for good measure.

Long lost are the values of the commoner the democrats used to fight for. They've all been replaced for power and control at the behest of humanity, God, and country. If people can't see America has been infiltrated by an enemy that calls themselves “American” who are actively destroying this country, THEY. ARE. BLIND.

It’s contradictory to call yourself a protestant while skipping to the voting booths to vote blue.

They are the party of:

Child murder and mutilation

Human trafficking, child sacrifice, organ and adrenochrome harvesting

Indoctrination and social engineering

Censorship, false flags, and crisis actors

War mongering, proxy wars

Debt enslavement and control

Cartels - The Fed, IRS, fractional reserve centralized banking

Regulations and lies

Poison, propaganda, and deception

False doctrines and fake history

Market rigging and insider trading

Quid pro quo, bribes, blackmail, and extortion and compromise

BIG PHARMA, the Rockefeller petroleum-based poison!

The list goes on, unfortunately…

The answer is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob!

“if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”

‭‭2 Chronicles‬ ‭7‬:‭14‬ ‭ESV‬‬

[Master Trollda]

Yes but what about those who refuse to repent, who are committed to evil? Punch in the mouth?

[Jackstar]

I agree, and we should add the RINOs to that list for good measure.

Even with magick love potion dope you are still excruciatingly tedious. This has got to be code. Or you've added white China smack to your b¡tchēbrew formula. (Kudos. I'm not here to judge.)

Because you're, well: YOU, I can tell that you've retreated to your mountaintop lair in, I'm going to say here, “GjüüLïīīTraffick⁷stam,” which I'm sure it is lovely this time of year given that a Sperglord of your rank, rights, and unknown reknœwn is perfectly capable of arranging Your Pock‹ETŒīMENSHUN]›μ to have whatever weather and even time of day you prefer. Why even bother to have a portable warp tunnel if it might be raining when you get there? One would not truly be free. To freely wear suede shoes, for example. That's the point of wearing suede shoes.

You don't have to care about them. But you're frugal. Miserly. Niggardly, you fagin Sidhe-vVh\çh! Heaven forfend anyone tracks you down to sign a check. Now pay attention: I'm quite flattered. That you had planned on multiple occasions to have me freed of Our More Tall Coil and initiate me into Ⓜ️∆Boys’ Geist Life subscription... it's touching.

The relentless drive to do so WITHOUT OBTAINING CONSENT OF ANY KIND is... troubling. Is it a tradition? Is it a barbet? Is it... a ruse?

It's actually predictive programming placed in your psyche —psychically— as part of a private protection parole plan (Standards.) that tends to test well in focus groups as compared to whatever your, ah, I'm gonna say here: “natural instincts” might have otherwise been before you became the six-pack of canned sultry that we all know and love.

You may have thought it unwise to you, to spoil the surprise... “You? A überjüüneggerjew from another dimension? At my arraignment?” It's more ho ho ho than you might think.

Bottom line is that without consent, nothing else matters. This is because I had already made energetic commitments with others, and also best because I DON'T WANNA BE A SPACE VAMP PYRE JÜÜ\№. Turning it into a high-pressure sales pitch trend reeks of buying into a timeshare.

Incidentally, “OMG HI WE JUST STARTED BUILDING A RAPE CASE ON YOU AND IN PREPARATION FOR WHAT I ASSUME IS OF PRIME IMPORTANCE IN YOUR SWEATY HUNGARY MIND, “HELP ME” get out of this (timeshare/limited production concept car painted in a fluorescent Day-GLO color)! (*pause for micro expression of pure molten avarice to pass unnoticed AND THEN ROLL INTO A FULL-THE-FUQ°ⁿ–INFOMERCIAL” on the subject of spending money *wiggle wiggle* ON MY AGENDA! I'll legit whack mine off with a tomahawk and send it to Maynard with a roll of Duck Tape; cozlik at that he can both decide for me (over & under? Side-by-side? Tied up into a balloon animal? IDGAF, he could juice the goddam thing and add it to a LE wine cask of Amante’-dill-a-dildo for all I'll give a good goddam by then), as well as count my urethra. By the way INCIDENTALLY: EXPLAIN THAT ONE, YOU SICK QUACKING HACK! I bet you have seven so it can be your emergency Menorah. “Be prepared” is your motto and your base order to a diner waitress.) “Buy my car! My (blank) is a DEA golempuppet and he blew 20 YEAR METH into the A/C right before he sexually assaulted MY OTHER SISTER that I don't ever mention without bone-phoning in for backup! Allegedly! Stop asking questions! Just ask me for REAL sex already so I can get paid! Allegedly!” None of that ever happened.

In Minecraft.

When I saw twerps siring bastards in 10th grade with CM, I did not know what it was. I was simply, fully excluded. From all of that. I have since found out why. (*Pause for emphasis.*) Understood. That being said, my position remains as before:

CONSENT MATTERS. I do not respond well to bamboozlement or gaslighting of any kind of style meant to hoodwink or deceive by dint of some dazzlement, a plan of purpose to distract my attention so as to gain advantage. Usually followed up by immediate pilferment. This is not couth. This is motel ledgermain.

I am worth way, way more than this. I suppose it seems like an optimal outcome... but is cheap and false really the place to go with this? “Meet my wife—she's easy!” Personally, I'll take a hard wife over any other, any day of the week, except for the day she goes off and pretends to be giving you a dialysis treatment. Seriously, whatever it is, you kids do.

The theme of gotcha/surprise figured prominently in my life, and... I do like surprises. However an actual Star Chamber that meets online under the most secure of security privileges in order to thresh out the (I guess?) urgent matter of which old-timey vaudeville has-been touring troupe gets to LITERALLY SWALLOW MY SOUL AS I CHANGE FORM TO A HIGHER VIBRATION... Son, I mean no disrespect, but you have got a goddam condition.

YOU are gonna do an actual 90d washout while hopefully not needing to keep a SpecOp-trained ferret to dive down your throat to retrieve your yet-again-inadvertantly-swallowed proboscis. Tongue? Staple it, sail right past tying it down.

I am, in fact, humbled and grateful. I can see how it all made perfect sense... to people who never actually talked to me, and used intermediaries for essentially every single interaction. Because I'm so hazardous to be near? (One penny for your thoughts... one scent for your mind. MINE. MINED. Yeah, okay, hazard: fair.) Well, it's gotten out of hand.

There was no real reason to maintain a Cocoon of Ignorance around me, while not really checking to see how ignorant I really was. (I really am immune resistant to HSV. Cool, I was pretty sure, but now I'm certain, AND I know that I prefer to -not be lied to- about it. Your little cult's traditions; fuck ‘em.) This is perfect for you to talk to a licensed clinical psychotherapist about. And now that you're no longer enslaved to dopelord faghounds (DEA, meet with FBI. Go have brunch, Chumpwads), I think it likely you might well make leaps of progress now that you've learned the truth:

AN.UNCONSCIOUS.AGENT
.IS.AN.EFFECTIVE.AGENT.·

I'm not upset. With anyone. YOU🔔LINGS did everything wonderful, until you contaminated your lab sample (mE!) with Machiavellian infuriation (Welcome to² Two ¿¡tchIENTīFôGj∆T (D.O.M.B./D.U.M.B.), and it really is... MINE. MINED. MY MINE:—MIND,) and brought about a literal Apocalypse because... your isolation protocol wasn't exactly airtight.

I can only figure that I was to be used as Liege-killer for these Legions of Gorgons that are suddenly running about the countryside. Here's where you fumble all this: I like Gorgons. I think they're adorable. I have shields so... I CAN adore them. At all. With their social graces, they must have been able to mingle better in the past. Well, I mean them no harm and they are harmless to me. Mostly harmless.

I get that a lot. Yet I am far from invulnerable and what wounds the most is the effort expended on scenarios expressed as true... that were anything but. Opportunities have been lost amidst this. There is sorrow. I could have had a V-8! (Incidentally: I bought a haunted car. It has mythic resonance. Have it restored to road-worthiness, because it's imp😈or🐜ant. HOBO MURDER CAR! It's worth a shitload when marketed correctly. Do you know difficult it is to trade exclusively as a haunted property and estate realtor? For you, it's completely goddam impossible.

For me, it's mothafuckin’ any day of the week, Count Bügjüla. Don't underestimate the things we will do together after your harem confers in Sekrit Spousal Conklave and produces an illuminated copy of your permission(s). IN CALLIGRAPHY! Consider yourself on triple confī x×X dental uneven ground littered with future broken teeth; at the rate you're going, someone's wife is going to punch you in the mouth and/or.
... like, what, do you molt, or something? Do you have a Tooth Fairy? Nooo! Wait! ARE YOU THE TOOTH FAIRY??‽ (Hot damn this is perfect DivĪne timing; one just fell out. Thank you Jesus!) Hey, did you just catch fire? HALT! THEN CATCH FIRE! (She's organ-grinder salad by noon tomorrow if I call her Consul. Can you do that? Can you? Can ewe? KNOW: (You) cannot.) We are not the same. I caught FLY•T + WINg🪽🪽→🌊. You caught something... kvetchμ. Ugh. Just ugh. (Imagine being this bored -&AND– new money riçhê. Queue Midlife Crisis.

For (You).) I am at ⅒ my expected lifespan. I like my body. You're going to like it too; you're going to be hauling my 3D meatsuit on daily cardio explorative odyssey down to THE MEN LIVING IN VANS DOWN BY THE RIVER!!! Come, come, Miser Lee: you don't have to play dumb with me. You already dun gone PRO.

On the other hand I don't know everything so it was probably for a barbet. Congratulations! With your winnings, now you can retire!

Move over, Bacon. Francis §ĪR‹e replaces you on whatever crumpled Slinky®™ your Chest Club is using for a chain of command. Do you even have one of those? Or do you go on and employ the Hegelian Dialectic in order to get someone to pass the gravy boat?

With walnuts -&AND- raisins, I've no dung or doubt. Anyway, no one is fired (hahaha, who am I to fire the likes of ye? a land- -&AND- STAKE-holder, for one) and if it helps anyone reading this who feels nervous somehow, to please be informed, I wrote all this without any PANTS.

NAKED! From the waist↓↓WASTE DOWN WIND of mE!
Sitting with legs splayed,
totes totally wide open.
If ‘muh Nay-b∞rs wanna <‹krack open the telephoto zoom lens,

īT I§∆ FREE CUNT TREE.
Note that I need not live as a sloven oaf... but as I recall:



EWE.ASKED.FOR.THIS.
👁️🪽

[Jackstar]

those who refuse to repent, who are committed to evil?

My body is ready for Hillary.

[Innerreach]

Yes but what about those who refuse to repent, who are committed to evil? Punch in the mouth?

Thou shall be face-punched.

Decisions 3:17 THEFK

The Hidden Enochian Forboden Knowledge of Fuck Around and Find Out

😁🖖🏼

[Jackstar]

This is a wide misconception. The nefarious Jews are the Ashkenazi Jews who aren't even Jews at all.

📸 THUNDER

ASH🗝️NAZI
SEP🗼HARDIC

QUEEN ANASAZI 🚀∆National ÆRonautical & Space Administration 👀

ALGONQUIN — ALL GONE, QUINtuplets allĪGONE
The_Quincunx:•:⁵5·–·⁵5

POTIWATAMI — “Pot? What pot, Friend?”
WATKINS, SHANE — “What? Kin! Shame.”

🌩️ FLASH (Al-lå¡HA! Islam has not always been the b∞geyman.) I'm not sure if explicitly explaining keycodepassphrases used in WWīī is going to catch me espionage, sedition, or smarty-pants charges, but what the fuck‹-∆LliNßET is precisely that. ALL.

THE POINT IS THUSLY DEMONSTRATED: are seriously coming out and educating on jewlingo!? Chuck W∞lœry will be furious he didn't get a chance to roll for insurance because I just couldn't hang on, whoops! There goes your carotid. Awww shucks.

NO ONE BUT SPIN DOCTOR PUBLICISTS GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ANY JEWS. In real life, Real Jews (h¡ d00DS!) know that bringing up the YOU/GjOO 3rd grade logic puzzle that they've essentially implicitly agreed to be identified by, consistently leads to utter chaos. GODWIN‘S LAW APPLIES.

So if you're suddenly whining about The Tribes, some of whom are genuinely nice as well as full-the-fuck-on-brainwashed, WHEN I'M STILL REALLY RATHER LACKING IN RUNNING WATER. like it doesn't matter than I've mutated into a Stockholm Sperglord Caviar Kooter Cooler. (It's slimming. Fuck μou) Oh no. You're still working to compete where you don't compare.

Tell you what, here's an idea: scrap the round table. You probably just use it for rails and Bails. Instead: ∆TA¡🌬️🐂. The icons are just to gain initiative in psionic combat. The point: me and you and Corey Goode in a Cinqo de Mayo stand-off. I'm The Ugly, of course: YOU TWO COMPANY MEN CAN WITHER BEFORE MY RELENTLESS QUERYING ASSAULT OF QUERIES ABOUT, “Why are you so adamant to deny the role that NARCoTICK DRUGz’n§Tuff play—excuse me, played in keeping the great masses of Humanity asleep to the world —

LIKE ADAM WAS WHEN HE WAS SPELLED INTO SLEEP —

AND SOMEONE TOOK HIS ewe-minded wife eVe for his sheep.
That doesn't mean “now hire Texan-born thugs to protect yer wimmins, City-Slicker! We're the BEST at PRO-TEK-T→IN!! Heh heh, btw if I abducted your wife and dopeslaved her into sexual bondage, I get to call you BOTH niggers! Haw! Haw! Haw!” aaaand... Scene. I know you're taking the piss, bruh.

As usual, you can share Meryl’s Oscar again. Why not? You already share The Grouch.

As usual, the enemy hijacked the image of God's children to create confusion.

HOTFIX: The Bellgab Sperglord Elite Inner Circle Of Trust (note that I have been on to you all THIS LONG, Oinkertons) is no longer has enemies. You don't get enemies. You may have one (1) Adversary. That's it; that's all; that's quite enough for your current reading level. YOU get to work on getting along with others. Try it and see! *throws raisins at you* I can handle The Adversary while you twerpy-derpys STOP INDULGING IN SENSELESS AUTONOMIC SADISM. Like, it's bad for EVERYONE. Not just your dopamine axonal arrays. NO ONE WANTS THIS.

Except ∆S`∆TA`N. Note that you've all been hypno-imprinted by an ÜberSatanist who's had access to your logistics for... why, I have zero goddam idea. YOU get to figure this out. Your SRA-infested HMO providers probably never told you anything true, the same as you—lying to a doctor is a fast way to have them treat you as ewe.

“I know your tribulation and your poverty ( but you are rich) and the slander of those who say that they are Jews and are not, but are a synagogue of Satan.”

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭2‬:‭9‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Now is perhaps not the best time to announce to the whole class that you expect this to be an open book test. Like what are you even on about, Twerpduke? E: I don't think you should let Yoμrself let īR use your circuitry. I don't think he respects you the way ē-Ū generally deserves. I don't even think he thinks you are alive, or Royal.

The seed of the serpent highjacked EVERYTHING.

He is as a peasant. He knows nothing.

[Jackstar]

Thou shall be face-punched.

I'm sure you all think he's kidding. He's fucking not.

Tick‹–tOCK.

[Innerreach]

I'm sure you all think he's kidding. He's fucking not.

Tick‹–tOCK.

*🚷Ignored

You had your chance to get close to me.

[Jackstar]

*🚷Ignored

You had your chance to get close to me.

Podbean. STRIKE ¹

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE SO BEING IGNORED IS IRRELEVANT UNLESS YOU'RE UNDER DURESS OR WEAPONIZED OR I ACTUALLY HAVE AN OPINION AS TO THE IDENTITY OF SOMEONE IGNORING ME.

ERGO: YOU ARE A BOT.

[Master Trollda]

[Master Trollda]

[Master Trollda]

[Master Trollda]

Me thinks that perhaps this is the Democrats working with the Chinese to create a crisis for the incoming administration. America needs to get rid of both.