Dwayne Pothier

He didn’t understand why the car ride ended at a shelter. He didn’t understand why his person walked away. All he knew was… they weren’t coming back. He pressed his head against the cold floor, eyes full of confusion and heartbreak. Every time someone passed his kennel, he lifted his head hoping it was them. But the door never opened. He wasn’t aggressive. He wasn’t “broken.” He was devoted… and devastated. Dogs don’t just miss their owners. They grieve them like family. Because that’s what we are to them. Please… If you ever decide to bring a dog into your life, remember: To them, it’s forever. 💔

“ THEY BROUGHT THE WAR HOME 🔺.” THE BRITISH PLAYBOOK IN MINNEAPOLIS.👀 Not a metaphor. A blueprint 📰. Masked Agents. Unmarked Vans 🔥 Sh**tings Caught On Camera⚖️

Changes that have occurred in the car industry thanks to Cash for Clunkers & legislation passed in 2021 have combined to allow manufacturers to remove DYI repairs from the day to day of car ownership Here is another overview of what 'ownership' of a new car brings

This needs to come to an end. Rip that bandaid off. Yesterday was the best day to come clean, today is the next best day to come clean!

@PaulGoldEagle We are not dealing with humans. Research TARTARIA and especially VRILL

Russian soldiers are describing finding children with fragile, emaciated bodies hooked up to intravenous drips while their bodies were expertly drained of blood and adrenal fluid for the global adrenochrome trade. The adrenochrome industry in Ukraine is larger than previously expected and Putin is determined to use the leads generated to destroy the global adrenochrome supply chain and punish those committing crimes against children – including the politicians and celebrities who are hooked on the drug he calls “the devil’s work.” According to a member of the Adrenochrome Task Force, these factory farms are the sites of ritual sexual abuse, physical degradation and psychological torture. “You know, I thought I’d seen it all. I’ve been in combat for years, seen comrades fall, dealt with the worst humanity has to offer. But nothing, nothing, could prepare me for what we found in Donetsk. “We were told we’d be liberating children… I didn’t understand the scale of what that meant until we got there. We were clearing out this complex, a grim place… like a gulag or a Nazi death camp, but worse. Much worse. The walls were gray, cold, and damp. The air… it stank of decay and something nauseating… something I can’t describe. And then we found them. The children. “They were… like ghosts. Skin and bones. Their bodies, they looked so fragile, almost transparent. I could see the outlines of their ribs, every bone in their tiny hands. They had tubes coming out of them, tubes that drained their blood, their adrenal fluids… for what? For some sick trade, some twisted demand from the West. “There were hundreds of them, just lying there in these rows of metal cots. No blankets, no warmth. They didn’t even flinch when we burst in, no fear, no hope… Just emptiness in their eyes. Some were too weak to even look at us. They were so used to the pain, the torment, they didn’t even react. “And the worst part? The youngest… some of them couldn’t have been more than 2 years old. Babies, really. We found out later that they were bred for this… Raised in captivity, like livestock, just to be drained of everything that made them human. “The ones they couldn’t sell, the ones who weren’t ‘pretty’ enough or ‘obedient’ enough, were sent to these farms. Farms… as if that’s what you could call those hellholes.” Mr Pool

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The Split 🌍 ✨ 🌍 The ShaoLin Master is confirming…

@LaNativePatriot And add AI in the mix!

-While planning a rebellion- *looks up* That sounds is haunting

Feeling black-pilled about White Europeans trending toward extinction? WATCH THIS. h/t @jax_theripper_

@Mr_Husky1 There is a special place in HELL FOR DEMONIC FUCKS THAT DO THIS.

“He had just delivered the final verdict in a horrific animal cruelty case. But he couldn't go back to his chambers until he visited the one victim who wasn't in the courtroom. Judge Martin Wallace was a 30-year veteran of the bench. He was known for being stern, fair, and almost impossible to rattle. But the case of "Finn" had kept him awake at night. It wasn't just neglect; it was a deliberate, malicious act. The dog had been found chained in an empty apartment after neighbors reported a smell. He had been left with no food or water for weeks. The evidence photos of the emaciated animal were something Judge Wallace couldn't shake. Today, he had delivered the verdict, sentencing the dog's abuser to the maximum penalty allowed, his voice booming with cold anger in the courtroom. But as he slammed his gavel, he felt no victory. He just felt the crushing weight of the dog's suffering. He didn't go to his chambers. He didn't even take off his robes. He walked past his stunned staff and drove his own car to the county animal shelter. A vet tech met him at the door. "He's very weak, Your Honor," she warned. "And he's terrified of everyone. We haven't been able to get him to respond to much." She led him to the medical ward. Judge Wallace looked into the kennel and saw a frail, skeletal pit bull, who just stared blankly at the wall. The judge unhooked the kennel door and slowly knelt on the concrete floor. "Hey, buddy," he said softly. "I'm Martin. I'm the one who... I'm the one who heard your story." The dog, who hadn't moved for anyone, slowly turned his head. He shakily got to his feet, all ribs and bones, and took a wobbly step forward. Then, to the vet's astonishment, the dog crept into the judge's lap, let out a long sigh, and began to gently lick the tears from his face. "Oh my... he can't get enough of you," the vet tech whispered. Judge Wallace, the toughest man in the courthouse, wrapped his arms around the frail dog, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't get enough of him, either. Look at this face." He buried his face in the dog's neck, not caring about the robe. "You're safe now, pal," he choked out. "You're all right. It's all over." Judge Wallace visited Finn every week during his recovery. Two months later, Finn was finally cleared for adoption. The shelter was flooded with offers, but they all knew there was only one person he was going home with. Judge Wallace signed the final papers, and the dog who had been left for dead walked out the front door, right into his new life.” Credit: Melissa Houska

@RL9631 They love to play the VICTIM! typical of that culture

I say: 💯 Defense.

WHAT THEY PUT INTO THE C19 SHOTS UNDER THE MICROSCOPE 👇👇👇👁️👁️👁️‼️‼️‼️😡😡😡

1952: The last Tartar died – What was the great secret he left behind? Excerpts from the text : " What really happened in 1952, when the last witness of the old world broke his silence? In this video we reveal the dying legacy of a man who knew the true story of Tartaria and the lost technology of free energy. Why were the "singing cities" and their healing frequencies systematically erased from our hidden history? We examine a secret notebook documenting the destruction of a lost civilization and its ancient technology, which once kept the world in harmony. (The video can be switched to multiple Audio tracks.) Although the video is also AI generated but overall quite well done.👇 youtube.com/watch?v=5Cdh3v… Tartaria was erased. The final reset, which left behind only fragments of evidence. Excerpt from the video. ... After the cities were cleared, the real work of resettlement began: the timelines collapsed. History was rewritten. Tartarian books were destroyed, and a new species of human was created, bred in laboratories to forget: recycled souls in new bodies, without history, without families, with erased memories. ... They received new names, new states, and new rulers; they only saw the world afterward. No one would remember the world before. There were no older generations to tell them the truth. The past world was forgotten. We can only glimpse it with the remaining fragments: healing with frequency; energy was generated with the help of powerful structures. This is where the ley lines come into play; they hold and conduct the energy. ... The harmful radiation destroys the energies. But they are still there. The Earth holds the memories of intelligent technologies. ... There was something they hadn't counted on: The descendants, the inhabitants, didn't die. The ruins with the special codes are still there. Energy doesn't simply disappear. We carry the memories within us. It's a matter of reactivating these frequencies, because the network is still there. We are not just the cleanup crew, we are the recovery team. The network is reactivating. Tartaria is waiting to return with its frequencies. ...

LOL - funny because it's true.

@BestinDogs I would do more for a dog than 98% of ugly demonic people who only care about themselves

She curled up inside an old shoe, trying to find shelter 💔 That was all she had, until a kind man found her. He scooped her up, gave her warmth, and changed her life forever 💛

@EWebstar13 No More NJ?????? or NY you moved I'm jealous

Time to take action. Join the Republic republicforusa.org , start wearing natural fibers, and eat real food. We are awakening not to be spectators. Not for waiting to be saved by the EBS or RV. We have two hands, the useless eaters are the parasites. The tax man, accountants, lawyers, fake doctors, parasites. You are real. It’s all about action. Build a house, a garden, a relationship. Divinity is in the details. You are an ISBE. Immortal Spiritual Biological Entity. We have the ability to create. To build. To Love. To change and grow. Love yourself. Love each other. THE TIME HAS COME.

@mistressdivy The million dollar question is WHEN? It's endless Endless ENDLESS

@lovetocook12345 Upside down even

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This is how mature people handle conflict