Health, Elites, and Cubits: A Short Gripe About Right-Wing Swine

This photo was actually unshakable. 
I don't why people do that. 
There's no such thing as a picture you can't screenshot.
Samsung News hates me lol


A word on Elites. 

Right-wing media loves to talk about "elites". Oh, the evil. They do this, they do that, oh the evil. Etc. Ad naus. 

The HHS, if you look, uses the symbol of a human turning into a bird. This is not just cutesy shit. For those of you who read the Bee Boy, you'll see it was about an elitist bird party. I wrote it because they do that shit. It's not a joke. 

Illuminatus love dressing up like birds. In my *song 144 Cubits, you'll see a photo of one of their parties. This is a legit deal. Believe it, don't, whatever. It's legit. They get down like that. 

Hence the human becoming a bird. And you'll see all sorts of reels these days of people cavorting in ornate bird costumes. 

And their fearless leader, Mr. Mammon himself, has a fucking Saturn Cube right on top of his skyscraper.

So. Right Wing Media. Quit fronting. Seriously, fuck off. We all know what you are. Hitler did it too, fucking with the occult to suit his own power play. Swine. I almost wish you'd just come out and say, "yeah, we ARE devils, and we DO want anyone who isn't is too die. Painfully preferred." I might respect you at least a wee bit if you'd just cop to your shit like people with heart do.

Those of you who know how to decipher these will find this very interesting.




















*By the way...a cubit is a gene in mysticism, not a unit of measurement the length of a forearm. It cracks me up that ancients built pyramids, whose precision is fucking miraculous, but there are people in the world who still think the ancients were so stupid that they needed to use their arms to measure things. That wouldn't even work. Arms are not all the same length. The precision of ancient architecture even makes ours look like dingbat shit. They were not using their fucking arms to measure things. 

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