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🌀 The pattern ( historically ) 1️⃣ Soldiers Too obvious. People get mad. Laws apply. 2️⃣ Mercenaries / contractors “Not officially us.” Less backlash. More deniability. 3️⃣ Administrative forces with guns Called “enforcement,” not “military.” Operates inside civilian life. Same control. New label. Rinse, repeat. Police state worldwide. Stay calm ☺️

You all ever think how ford , Chrysler and GM kept the USA from building best public transportation?

Still offended no one understood this joke I shared multiple times over the years … but here we are 🤣🤣🤣

when I was a child I made a video. It was of three dimensional blocks soldered together from wire hangers. Three of them danced to foxy lady. I’ll never be that cool again. 😮‍💨

Why #rainbows so pretty

I didn’t like my job, and I’m happy to not go anymore. #officespace #classic #movie

who told the 14 inch woodpeckers that they can come eat from the birdfeeders Nature is wild 😜

How humanity mirrors “Satan” as an #archetype Satan as symbol. In #Hebrew , ha-satan means “the adversary,” the accuser, the divider. Humanity displays those traits when it: #Divides instead of connects Us vs them. Worthy vs unworthy. Saved vs damned. Borders, classes, tribes. Division is the oldest shortcut to control. #Accuses instead of understands Blame replaces curiosity. Punishment replaces repair. The finger points outward so the mirror stays untouched. #Seeks #power #over #love Dominance, extraction, winning at someone else’s expense. Power says “I take.” Love says “I tend.” Prefers #illusion to #truth Comfortable lies over uncomfortable reality. Image over integrity. Noise over silence. This is the adversary’s favorite move. #Fears #vulnerability Love requires exposure. Humanity armors itself with cynicism, cruelty, irony, and calls it “strength.” None of this requires #evil intent. That’s the chilling part. Most #harm is done by #frightened people trying to feel safe. 🔥 The “Satanic” trait isn’t hatred. It’s separation.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST Whose #woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. 💤 #poetry is #life #robert #frost