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@SiriusBShaman @zoom_truth Fuck me that’s a lot of text

Three hundred trillion dollars. The entire human species in debt. Every nation. Every farm. Every factory. Every hour of labour ever bled from a human body. To whom. To banks. To funds. To institutions that have never produced a single object that exists in the physical world. Not a nail. Not a loaf. Not a brick. Not one thing you could hold in your hand and say this is real. The money they lent did not exist before they lent it. It was conjured. Typed into a screen. Willed into being by decree. And against this nothing, this phantom, this number born from the void, they have mortgaged every man, woman, and child alive and every child not yet born. You cannot owe a debt to something that invented the currency. That is not commerce. That is sorcery with a filing system. Now meet the priests. The accountant. The tax consultant. The auditor. The compliance officer. The revenue agent. The financial advisor. The estate planner. The actuary. The bookkeeper at the firm who helps you "structure your affairs." The banker who smiles when he approves the loan. These are the priests of Baal. Every single one of them. They do not produce. They do not build. They do not grow. They do not invent, weld, wire, dig, haul, plant, harvest, or make. They have never made anything. They are not capable of making anything. If you dropped them in a field with raw materials they would die of exposure while trying to calculate the tax implications of the sunset. Their entire profession exists because the system exists. They are functions of the parasite. They are the nervous system of the beast. They process the extraction. They file the rituals. They ensure the tithe flows upward from the people who make things to the men who make nothing. That is their entire purpose. Strip away the jargon and the certifications and the letters after their names and what remains is a clerk at the altar of Baal making sure the fire stays lit and the sacrifices arrive on schedule. They are not neutral. They are not just doing their jobs. The man who loads the furnace is not innocent because he did not design the furnace. The priest who collects the child is not innocent because he did not choose which child. They chose the altar. They chose to stand at it. They chose to build careers feeding the very system that enslaves the men who actually build the world. And they will tell you it is necessary. They will tell you it is complex. They will tell you that you do not understand. That is their only defence. Complexity. They have made the extraction so layered, so dense, so wrapped in code and regulation and cross-referenced legislation that the average man gives up trying to understand it and hands over his money in defeat. That is not complexity. That is camouflage. A tapeworm is not complex. It is just long. Now meet the NPCs. These are the majority. The great herd. The ones who do not serve the altar but who defend it for free. Who fight you in the comments. Who shake their heads at the dinner table. Who look at you with that blank, bovine certainty and say: But who will pay for the roads. But who will pay for the schools. But we need taxes for hospitals. But what about the fire department. The NPC does not think. The NPC repeats. The NPC was loaded with a script at age six in a government school funded by the tax system and has been running that script ever since. The NPC is a decoy duck. A wooden bird floating on the water to draw real birds into range. The NPC does not know it is a decoy. The NPC believes it is thinking. That is what makes it effective. The roads. Let us talk about the roads. You pay fuel levies. You pay registration fees. You pay tolls. You pay licence renewals. The roads were never free. The roads were paid for seven times over. The government did not build the roads with your income tax. The government hired a contractor. A private company. A man with machines who actually builds things. Your income tax went to service the debt. The debt went to the lenders. The lenders conjured the money from nothing. The roads are a decoy. The schools are a decoy. Every public service the NPC clings to is a decoy bolted onto the side of the extraction machine to make it look like it has a purpose. Take the entire government budget. Look at how much services the debt. Look at how much goes to interest on money that was created from nothing. Then look at the NPC and ask them to explain why you should be grateful. They cannot. They will not. They will change the subject or call you a conspiracy theorist because that is line four of the script and the NPC does not have a line five. The NPC is not your enemy. The NPC is a casualty. A mind so thoroughly colonised by the system that it now defends the system against its own interests. The NPC will fight you harder than any banker ever will. The banker does not need to fight. He has the NPC for that. The NPC patrols for free. The NPC shames for free. The NPC enforces the social compliance that keeps the herd walking toward the altar without being pushed. That is the architecture. The lenders at the top who conjured the money from nothing. The priests in the middle who process the extraction. The NPCs at the bottom who defend the entire structure for free and attack anyone who questions it. And the producers. The men and women who actually make things. Who grow things. Who build things. Who risk everything and work with their hands in the real world. They sit at the bottom of this pyramid with the full weight of it on their backs and three hundred trillion dollars of invented debt on their heads and a tax system that says you cannot buy or sell or exist without the mark. Tax is the mark. The NPC laughs at this but the NPC has never tried to live without it. Try to work without a tax number. Try to sell without registration. Try to buy property without compliance. Try to exist in the economy without bowing to the system. You cannot. Men with guns will come. Not because you hurt someone. Not because you stole. Because you tried to participate in the world without the mark. You cannot buy or sell without it. That is not a metaphor. That is Tuesday. The priests of Baal wear suits now. They carry calculators instead of ceremonial knives. They speak of "tax efficiency" and "compliance frameworks" and "structured obligations" but the function has not changed in four thousand years. They stand between the man and the fruit of his labour. They take a portion for the god. They burn it on the altar. The smoke rises. The beast feeds. And the NPCs stand in a ring around the altar and clap and say but what about the roads. Here is what terrifies every priest and every lender and every architect of this system. They are not afraid of revolution. Revolution just replaces one altar with another. They are not afraid of violence. Violence gives them the excuse to build a bigger fence around the herd. They are afraid of recognition. They are afraid of the man who looks at the priest and sees a clerk. Who looks at the altar and sees a furnace. Who looks at the invoice and sees a curse. Who looks at the NPC and feels pity instead of anger. Who looks at the entire three hundred trillion dollar machine and understands in his bones that it feeds on belief and nothing else. The fire dies when the people stop bringing wood. The priest has no power over the man who does not kneel. The NPC cannot shame the man who has stopped caring what the herd thinks. And the three hundred trillion dollar curse, the greatest slavery operation ever constructed, the most complete extraction system ever imposed on a species, breaks the moment enough men stand up and say: I made this. With my hands. In the real world. You made nothing. You have never made anything. You are a mouth dressed in a suit. And I do not owe you my life. The altar goes cold. The priest holds an empty ledger. The NPC runs out of script. And Baal starves.

@TheGreekGod11 Yeah maybe. Let’s see what happens I suppose

PulseChain, and especially Richard Heart, already had their humiliation ritual. It was the sacrifice he had to make in order to become part of the Elites. HEX was his foot into the door, his entrance, his gift to the upper Echelons. And PulseChain was the ritual between him & "them". Many were sacrificed, figuratively and literally speaking. But so was his reputation too. Humiliation of its most disgusting forms. But guess what powers await afterwards? Watch Richards glory shine like angelic wings ALL OVER THIS WORLD. Richard Heart‘s name will rise from the ashes, and so will PulseChain.

@cockadoodledog I can’t believe they fell for it again.

Just driven passed the Faversham Urgent Treatment Center. MASSIVE queue of teenagers right up the road. It’s been like this all day No proper informed consent - fear driven It’s a 2 dose jab, so won’t be effective until around a month from now The infections were 2 weeks ago

@UnityNewsNet Wow, who’d of thunk it.

This is Diane Munday. She founded the British Pregnancy Advisory Service that has helped kill MILLIONS of British babies. She was born in London in 1931 as Diane Schieferstein. She was jewish.

People who want children to be involved in a conversation about killing a relative Are complete moral sewers. Degenerates.

@RAZ0RFIST @TheMuppetPastor It’s not really a country anymore

@TheMuppetPastor Reminder that Palestine is a Communist country.

This is who Massie supports 100%. Wake up. They are being paid by someone.

This. He’s full of it.

@SirJBritain There’s a spiritual element you’re missing.

I don’t get it. The entire world seems to have just decided that they want to eradicate White people & our society/culture/history from the face of the earth. Why? For what reason? Surely it’s more than just punishing us based on pure historical hatred.

@SecWar Tell ‘em to poke it. You stood firm when they threatened your career. Don’t ever trust them again

UPDATE ON COVID-19 REINSTATEMENTS. We are extending the Department’s “reinstatement and return to service” guidance by an ADDITIONAL YEAR, allowing our Warriors of Conscience to return through April 1, 2027. We will continue correcting the wrongs of the Biden administration.

@Govindtwtt U.B.I and government controlled spending

Everyone says “AI will take all the jobs.” If that happens… how does this future actually work? No jobs → no income → no spending. So who buys things? Who pays rent? Who keeps the economy moving? What am I missing here?

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@NineIronCapital Hey nine, as you know I’m a bit retarded, is this video accurate? Can the pioneers instapeg at any time??

A Twitter classic...

One day when this is all over and @yourfriendSOMMI finally becomes the butterfly, this is what I envisage.

One day when this dumpster fire is extinguished, there’s gonna be a lot of people who’d wished they’d brought this hot garbage when they had the chance. pdai to a dollar. #pdai

@GBPolitcs @thetimes Looks like the mask has slipped.

🚨NEW: The Assisted Dying Bill could be “forced into law” even if it is blocked by the House of Lords [@thetimes]

@yourfriendSOMMI Dude this is the biggest most brutal psyop to navigate. No one wants to be a flat earther.

🇱🇧 Credit to my friend Zara

❤️💛💚💙 🪖 Is this the "Top Signal" for the War? The Economist is known for being COUNTER-SIGNALS for Markets like Crypto. 🇮🇷 "Operation Blind Fury" is a joke named at Epic Fury, the name of the Iran War Scheme. Maybe we see Iran peace and de-escalation start from here on. ⬇️🛢️ Oil to drop lower. The Economist was a huge Bottom Signal for Crypto in 2022.

Thanks for the chuckle. pdai to a dollar!!!!

@Robbie_Reasons Seen that coming for a while.

Crossbow sales to be banned and existing owners will have to apply for a licence to keep them. The home office announced that existing crossbow owners will have to apply for a licence. Will the Home office also be searching for the arms caches in many mosques?