As anyone who is not functionally brain dead by now knows, the genetic serums passed off as “vaccines” by the depopulationists contained graphene. And once you see what can be done with graphene, it was sort of obvious to me that at least in part, this was a way to get millions of test cases on which to experiment with all sorts of control technology. Technology that can hack your brain, and your DNA (this was published in March 2019).
In fact I variously referred to the people who injected themselves with the serum as being equivalent to the human shields in the old PC game called Syndicate. In Syndicate, where you controlled up to four Cyborgs, you could eventually develop technology that produces a kind of mind-control tool that “zaps” normal citizens to follow your cyborg around, a useful thing to have, because the enemy cyborgs would now have to mow down layers of human shields before their mini-gun bullets hit your cyborg.
5G Connectivity – The mutant does not need a smartphone to receive news, entertainment and games. It’s beamed directly into his head. His level of control over this is to be referee determined. Drone Mutation – At certain times the mutant gets directed by a drone operator. The mutant will have no memory of what he did or for how long this took place unless he happens to have noted the time shortly before activation and checks it again after he is released from duty.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe they are there yet in terms of detailed mass control down to individuals thanks to the genetic serums. I think they are still working on that, but controlling crowds by directed microwaves is certainly already here and has been for decades. See Operation Crimson Mist in Rwanda. Oh, and by the way, the guy who wrote that was killed off. He had also exposed the utter bullshit story concerning who the perpetrator of the Port Alfred Massacre was. Bryant was a mentally handicapped guy framed for it, who was supposed to die in a fire. Instead he survived the fire. He “confessed” after being strapped to a chair and being “interrogated” for 3 days with 3rd degree burns.
The stuff Joe Vialls wrote about I was familiar with myself from other avenues, so none of this is news to me. I have mostly been aware of all these technologies since the early to mid 1990s. This graphene latest round is the next step in the Satanic Pedophile Club’s wish to control the world at all cost, and more importantly, make every single human in it a literal slave to them.
Does it sound insane? Sure. Is it? Sure, it is. They are in fact insane, which from the Latin, mean the opposite of healthy. They are a bunch of evil, corrupt, moral degenerate pedophiles, so, sure, they are far from well-balanced.
Oh, wait… you mean the ideas presented above, along with all the facts that back them up if you can still do any logic or objective thinking? You mean people like me and Joe Vialls sound insane? Yeah… well, see, after more than 30 years being right every single fucking time when I come up with the latest “conspiracy theory”, which the rest of the world then quietly assumes as fact approximately 20-25 years later, I really don’t care what anyone stupid thinks. I really don’t. I never really have, but I used to think maybe a few could be saved. The last 3 years have mostly disabused me of that notion. You go right ahead and take your booster shots. Take all the ones that they had set aside for me too. You can never be too safe.
The reality is that I am right about Mars. I am right about the antigravity machines, and I am right about the evil pedophiles that run most of the planet. I also happen to be right about Catholicism, about martial arts and a bunch of other stuff. But I am not telling you this to be glorified as some genius, smartboi(tm). Nope, believe it or not, you (more than likely) half-wit, I am telling you because some hopelessly hopeful spark within me, keeps thinking that maybe, just maybe, one of you stupid monkeys might just not inject your own child with some genetic serum and maybe that kid will grow up and find a way to be free. Free of all the human stupidity and human cowardice and weakness that surrounds us.
Most reading this will shrug and do nothing and change nothing. Some will say I sound “angry” or “bitter”. Neither is true. At most I am slightly saddened at having to be on this planet with so many idiots. I mean, there are so many cool things I could be doing with just a small-ish antigravity ship and a few gauss rifles. So much space to explore. So many alien things to observe and study. And even here on this planet, if we were not constantly hamstrung by a small tribe of psychotic child-rapists, we could make this place so cool to live on.
And even if it were wild and brutal, but natural, still, that would be light-years ahead of where we are now. I genuinely would prefer to live on a planet like the Xenozoic Era comic books, where humanity is holding on by the skin of their teeth and dinosaurs and all sorts of deadly things hide in the jungles all around us.
Do you still doubt that they are out to get you? To destroy the very concept of family, which they already largely have? To destroy you and your loved ones specifically and particularly. That voting isn’t going to fix any of it? Do you really doubt these things? Or are you just to scared to face them?
And the usual refrain: Oh, but what can I do? I am just one person.
Listen up.
Nothing, in the entire history of humanity, was ever fixed, improved or made better by a committee. It always, always, always, all, changes because of one guy. Just one. He may lead others, he may get help, others may even propel him forward, but it always starts with just one guy.
I know I am doing precisely that. I am literally doing everything I do, from when I wake to when I fall asleep to try and ensure, in every way possible, that my children grow up knowing the basic utterly fundamental true things about life.
Objective reality exists.
Consequences for everything you do and don’t do exist.
God is love and God exists.
Life is hard and you can and will fail. Many times. Just get up again.
Never, ever, ever, compromise yourself or sell out your principles. You don’t need to let them know what they are. You can let them think you have. You can lie to liars and cheat cheaters, but keep your own code yours; and true.
Learn to navigate in this world of lies and shit. You can’t always stay clean, but stay you. Always.
Family, the one YOU create, not necessarily the one you were born in, is the most important thing. Wether you’re a man or a woman, pick a wife or a husband that is willing to die for your children.
And pick a wife or a husband that will be baptised proper Catholic if they are not already, and will die before even thinking about divorce.
Be a good father or mother and a good husband or wife.
Save your asshole parts for the rest of the world. At home, be good.
Don’t ever give your power, loyalty, or trust to another human being that does not deserve it. Know that none really deserve it. And give it sometimes anyway, but choose. You choose. Not them, to whom and when and why. And know the answer to those things: The whom, the when, and the why.
Honour matters. Even if they will all tell you and prove to you it doesn’t matter to them. Your word matters. Even if they prove to you a million times over theirs doesn’t. Learn to navigate them and their lies and dishonour, but keep your own honour and your own word. Not for them. For you.
Love like a fool and hate like a madman, but be no fool and no madman.
And in the heat and the alarm, my son, smile at death and danger in its teeth, and know God and know your father, dead or alive, near or far, will always be with you. You are never alone.
And in the heat and the alarm, my daughter, do not fear, for God is with you, and know your father is with you, dead or alive, near or far, I will always be with you. You are never alone. So stay calm, see opportunity and seize it in whatever way you can, no guilt, no doubt, no mercy, no fear, no hesitation, and escape and survive. And when one day, finally, you too, come to an end; then don’t worry, you’ll only be coming home. And I’ll be there when you do.
Do you teach your children? Do you know you would die for them in cold blood in a horrible way if need be? Do you know you’ll do whatever needs doing to see them grow free of the parasites hounding us and that have hounded us since we were born? Do you know you should and will and must have children and change this world? If your answer to any of these is no, or I am not sure, then, you, do not know God.
Not at all.
And what’s worse, you also don’t even know yourself.
As those of you who follow the YouTube channel know, I sometimes like to pose “What if” type questions with respect to firearms, and usually in two scenarios: One realistic and one totally blue-sky.
This probably comes from my years of playing RPGs where such choices for your characters sometimes came up. And possibly having worked with a gun for some years too. Anyway… my blue-sky handgun/fantasy weapon is, of course, the .454 Casull revolver with 30mm grenade launcher. I have wanted this as a real firearm (yes, yes, laws be damned, the Apocalypse is coming don’t ya know?!) for years. I mean… if I could have one at the low, low, price of total war… almost worth it.
.454 Casull for Raptors. 30mm Grenade for T-Rex.
But what about a real handgun, for the real world? Only one… Forever.
Yes, it is a very cruel and harsh mental torture. I am not even sure how I would go about it, so, here, with you, I will share my mental process.
Calibre: Almost certainly .357 Magnum. .44 Magnum acceptable too. 41 Magnum would be ok too but the ammo is too rare.
While I generally don’t trust .45 and 9mm, there is a case to be made for the 9mm automatically suppressed Silencerco Maxim 9. It has a high mag capacity and it’s a little bit unwieldy, but not impossible to carry concealed and the quiet aspect is very interesting. I’d say if I decided on a lesser calibre than .357 magnum then the maxim 9 would probably be it.
So as not to disturb the neighbours
However, although the maxim 9 is certainly a contender, and depending on legal requirements (suppressors are illegal in many countries) I am more likely to go for a custom made 8 shot .357 magnum on the base of the Ruger Redhawk, but with a 6″ barrel and custom grips. The image below is tragic in terms of photoshop skills, but it gives an idea.
Yes, I am right and your objections are all wrong.
I can hear the squeals now:
Impractical! Too Big! Too Heavy! Too Slow! Not enough ammo!
Now, listen here, you young, millennial, know-nothing, here is my reasonings:
In a post apocalyptic wasteland: The laws don’t matter, I’d strap it to my leg and woe betide anyone foolish enough to irritate me. There might be faster drawers (not many, I tend to be obsessive when I practice and you bet in such a world any moment I am not actually shooting I’d be practicing) but few would be as accurate under actual life fire and with that revolver, assuming it’s well-built, which it would be, I’d be ok out to 50 metres with a bit of practice. I know because I used to be good out to 50 metres with headshots from concealed draw in 2 seconds. It was some 26 years ago and time is not your friend in such things, and I am out of practice, but the extra 2″ should about make up for it, since I used to have a 4″ .357 Ruger GP 100 back then. And centre-mass is good enough for me these days too. And a .357 magnum in your lung will still spoil your whole day.
As for the not enough ammo, again, unless you’re fighting zombie hordes, 8 shots is plenty. Even if you’re fighting 3-4 guys, you thing they will all stand-and-deliver as their friends’ heads turn into pink clouds? 8 shots is about enough for me to shoot 4 different people and be sure they are hit. And at anything like actual gun ranges, 6 for 8 or even 8 for 8 wouldn’t be all that hard. Keep in mind average gunfights are done at about 6 feet. And if you are fighting a horde, I still think a lot of spray and pray is not as effective as calm and deadly with each shot. Either by luck, genetics, mild Aspergers, a few decades of martial arts, or whatever, in every very serious situation I have been in, I tend to enter what Myamoto Mushashi called “The Void”. I wouldn’t be able to do it consciously mostly, but when the SHTF my brain automatically switches into everything is in slow-mo and my movements become close to perfect. I am not bragging, it’s just how it happens. Always been that way since I was a child. So, as long as I get to keep firing, I am fairly sure each shot would go very much where it’s meant to.
The too big, too heavy criticism doesn’t apply as far as I am concerned, as I have no issue carrying a heavy handgun 24/7. I have big hands too so it’s not too big for me at all.
All-right then but what about in the supposedly civilised world? The only thing that changes then is conceilability. Yes a 6″ revolver is harder to hide than a small semi-auto or even a full sized colt 1911, but, again, not impossible to do if you are careful and actually practice this art as if your life depended on it. This aspect though, does bring into it the slow factor. I agree that drawing a concealed 6″ revolver is probably, for most people, including me, going to take longer than pretty much any full sized semi-auto. So I’ll give you that one, but… we’re talking fractions of a second here. Maybe half a second at the outside. And half a second is a lot, it’s 3 fast rounds from a smaller calibre weapon, but… most people will not hit the side of a barn at 10 feet under combat situations.
More importantly, if you have decent situational awareness, the chances are you can see trouble before it kicks off. If you cannot, your speed of drawing and firing is probably moot anyway since you’ll be shot before you even know something’s up. And if you do have decent situational awareness, then you’re unlikely to be any slower drawing than the bad guy, since, in my case, certainly, I’d already be holding the gun, even if still holstered, in a way you would be unlikely to notice I even have a gun, much less that I am holding it already and am ready to draw and fire.
Other criticisms
Too loud. Yeah, sure. But in a civilised world I am not really planning on offing strangers in silence. And in a self-defence situation, whatever the circumstances, as my dad always says, better to be judged by 12 than carried by 6. And in certain home invasion by multiple attackers, the sonic boom is certainly an advantage in terms of changing the intruder’s underpants, assuming their friend getting sprayed onto the nearest wall wasn’t in their line of sight.
Too much penetration. Eh. If you’re actually ok at real life gunfighting, your general awareness of a backstop is pretty much engrained. It’s not perfect, and shit happens, but the chances are that unless you’re firing in a crowd (why would you?!?) the chances of some innocent bystander catching around that went through a bad guy are not huge. And if you use hydra-shock or cor-bons, most of the energy gets dumped into the target.
So that’s my answer. Please feel free to leave your own version/thoughts/criticisms in a comment.
So… the new Fürher of Germany, Olaf, must be in total agreement with the idea of giving a perfectly normal German citizen up to 3 years in jail for simply stating factual observations.
I wonder what kind of formal greeting Olaf will request of loyal citizens in due course. In case you didn’t know who he is, he’s the new Chancellor, who replaced (fallen) Angel(a) Murky-led.
I can’t think of any other reason besides the operators being too drunk to be relied upon to fly drones without them spontaneously going into fatal tailspins.
NATO’s top military commander General Cavoli reportedly cancels several MQ-9 Reaper drone missions scheduled today, March 15 – drones were originally supposed to fly near Russian territory.
Russian, Chinese, and Iranian navies to hold joint military exercises in Gulf of Oman from March 15-19 – Chinese Defense Ministry.
America’s (((leaders))) are not going to change tack and it looks like they may try to involve the rest of Europe in a hot war.
I am a little disappointed that Russia seems to not be very effective in terms of the non-hot approaches, and tend to be rather passive to the various colour revolutions the US is fomenting.
They certainly have enough goodwill to have other countries, including in Europe, break away from the US stranglehold.
German arms manufacturer Rheinmetall refuses to supply Ukraine with shells for free, after it was asked to produce 250,000 shells per month at its own expense.
Chief executive officer of the arms company Armin Papperger, says he will NOT produce anything without German government providing the payments as he will not be paying out of his own pocket.
Fancy that. Selfish German. Not even willing to support Jewish Cocaine Clown’s Nazi Troopers.
If you are still one of those brain damaged, mutagenic overload people who still think none of the evil that goes on and especially that has gone on for the last 3 years is due to any sort of intent by persons who literally worship Satan, well, here is yet another data point to try and nudge you our of you genetic misfortune of birth:
Andrew Lockley, anindependent researcherpreviously affiliated with University College London, led the effort last fall, working with European Astrotech, a company that does engineering and design work for high-altitude balloons and space propulsion systems.
They have submitted a paper detailing the results of the effort to a journal, but it has not yet been published. Lockley largely declined to discuss the matter ahead of publication, but he did express frustration that the scientific process was being circumvented.
“Leakers be damned!” he wrote in an email to MIT Technology Review. “I’ve tried to follow the straight and narrow path and wait for the judgment day of peer review, but it appears a colleague has been led astray by diabolical temptation.”
“There’s a special place in hell for those who leak their colleagues’ work, tormented by ever burning sulfur,” he added. “But I have taken a vow of silence, and can only confirm that our craft ascended to the heavens, as intended. I only hope that this test plays a small part in offering mankind salvation from the hellish inferno of climate change.”
European Astrotech didn’t immediately respond to an inquiry.
Personally I wonder who funds Andrew’s work.
Directly and indirectly. I just think that might be an interesting avenue to explore, so if some intrepid investigator wants to look it up somehow, let me know.
David Keith, a Harvard scientist who has beenworking for yearsto move ahead with a small-scale stratospheric balloon research program, questioned both the scientific value of the effort and its usefulness in terms of technology development. In an email, he noted that the researchers didn’t attempt to monitor any effect it had on atmospheric chemistry. Nor did the work present a feasible “pathway to use this method for deployment at reasonable cost,” he wrote.
When asked if being provocative might have been a partial goal of the effort, Keith said: “You don’t call something SATAN if you’re playing it straight.”
It’s not as if Billy “the Goat” Gates is involved with Satanist Marina Abramovich, or had anything to do at all with the patenting of coronaviruses built by the Pirbright Institute that somehow became Covid 19, or the creation and pushing of genetic serums that have killed, maimed, sterilised or crippled millions by now.
It’s not as if he’d role played the whole thing out in something called event 201 before Covid 19 appeared. Or as if he’s in any way involved in the latest roleplay of a new pandemic that will kill kids mostly named Catastrophic Contagion.
And becoming a proper Catholic in order to really understand what’s going on and how to fight it, well, that would be even crazier conspiracy theorist nonsense right?
Of course. Keeping the neckbeard, fedora and trench coat with a copy of Dick Dawkins The God Delusion in its pocket is the only way to be that makes sense. Sure. If you’re a genetic mishap.
As you know if you visit here regularly, I am about half-way in the writing some blog posts aimed at providing some simple advice on what to do if/when the zombie apocalypse really kicks off properly.
I also made it clear that panicking, or becoming more scared, is really not the answer.
Now, look here, a homeless couple, not only was surviving rather well, but they even had started some kind of venture in the pharmaceutical industry. Personally I assume their arrest is due to big Pharma frowning on competition, especially when they produce healthier drugs than the ones they try and force on you under the guise of it being a “vaccine”.
So yeah, if they can make a go of it, what’s your excuse?
I mean, ok, they jumped the gun a bit and started their plan too early, hence the indefinite “interruption” they suffered, but still, you have to give them points for entrepreneurial can-do attitude!
In case you had any doubts still… Why Graphene.
As anyone who is not functionally brain dead by now knows, the genetic serums passed off as “vaccines” by the depopulationists contained graphene. And once you see what can be done with graphene, it was sort of obvious to me that at least in part, this was a way to get millions of test cases on which to experiment with all sorts of control technology. Technology that can hack your brain, and your DNA (this was published in March 2019).
In fact I variously referred to the people who injected themselves with the serum as being equivalent to the human shields in the old PC game called Syndicate. In Syndicate, where you controlled up to four Cyborgs, you could eventually develop technology that produces a kind of mind-control tool that “zaps” normal citizens to follow your cyborg around, a useful thing to have, because the enemy cyborgs would now have to mow down layers of human shields before their mini-gun bullets hit your cyborg.
In my own RPG Game, Surviving the Current Zombie Apocalypse, one of the Mutant abilities those who took the serums can have is described as follows:
5G Connectivity – The mutant does not need a smartphone to receive news, entertainment and games. It’s beamed directly into his head. His level of control over this is to be referee determined. Drone Mutation – At certain times the mutant gets directed by a drone operator. The mutant will have no memory of what he did or for how long this took place unless he happens to have noted the time shortly before activation and checks it again after he is released from duty.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe they are there yet in terms of detailed mass control down to individuals thanks to the genetic serums. I think they are still working on that, but controlling crowds by directed microwaves is certainly already here and has been for decades. See Operation Crimson Mist in Rwanda. Oh, and by the way, the guy who wrote that was killed off. He had also exposed the utter bullshit story concerning who the perpetrator of the Port Alfred Massacre was. Bryant was a mentally handicapped guy framed for it, who was supposed to die in a fire. Instead he survived the fire. He “confessed” after being strapped to a chair and being “interrogated” for 3 days with 3rd degree burns.
The stuff Joe Vialls wrote about I was familiar with myself from other avenues, so none of this is news to me. I have mostly been aware of all these technologies since the early to mid 1990s. This graphene latest round is the next step in the Satanic Pedophile Club’s wish to control the world at all cost, and more importantly, make every single human in it a literal slave to them.
Does it sound insane? Sure. Is it? Sure, it is. They are in fact insane, which from the Latin, mean the opposite of healthy. They are a bunch of evil, corrupt, moral degenerate pedophiles, so, sure, they are far from well-balanced.
Oh, wait… you mean the ideas presented above, along with all the facts that back them up if you can still do any logic or objective thinking? You mean people like me and Joe Vialls sound insane? Yeah… well, see, after more than 30 years being right every single fucking time when I come up with the latest “conspiracy theory”, which the rest of the world then quietly assumes as fact approximately 20-25 years later, I really don’t care what anyone stupid thinks. I really don’t. I never really have, but I used to think maybe a few could be saved. The last 3 years have mostly disabused me of that notion. You go right ahead and take your booster shots. Take all the ones that they had set aside for me too. You can never be too safe.
The reality is that I am right about Mars. I am right about the antigravity machines, and I am right about the evil pedophiles that run most of the planet. I also happen to be right about Catholicism, about martial arts and a bunch of other stuff. But I am not telling you this to be glorified as some genius, smartboi(tm). Nope, believe it or not, you (more than likely) half-wit, I am telling you because some hopelessly hopeful spark within me, keeps thinking that maybe, just maybe, one of you stupid monkeys might just not inject your own child with some genetic serum and maybe that kid will grow up and find a way to be free. Free of all the human stupidity and human cowardice and weakness that surrounds us.
Most reading this will shrug and do nothing and change nothing. Some will say I sound “angry” or “bitter”. Neither is true. At most I am slightly saddened at having to be on this planet with so many idiots. I mean, there are so many cool things I could be doing with just a small-ish antigravity ship and a few gauss rifles. So much space to explore. So many alien things to observe and study. And even here on this planet, if we were not constantly hamstrung by a small tribe of psychotic child-rapists, we could make this place so cool to live on.
And even if it were wild and brutal, but natural, still, that would be light-years ahead of where we are now. I genuinely would prefer to live on a planet like the Xenozoic Era comic books, where humanity is holding on by the skin of their teeth and dinosaurs and all sorts of deadly things hide in the jungles all around us.
Do you still doubt that they are out to get you? To destroy the very concept of family, which they already largely have? To destroy you and your loved ones specifically and particularly. That voting isn’t going to fix any of it? Do you really doubt these things? Or are you just to scared to face them?
And the usual refrain: Oh, but what can I do? I am just one person.
Listen up.
Nothing, in the entire history of humanity, was ever fixed, improved or made better by a committee. It always, always, always, all, changes because of one guy. Just one. He may lead others, he may get help, others may even propel him forward, but it always starts with just one guy.
I know I am doing precisely that. I am literally doing everything I do, from when I wake to when I fall asleep to try and ensure, in every way possible, that my children grow up knowing the basic utterly fundamental true things about life.
Objective reality exists.
Consequences for everything you do and don’t do exist.
God is love and God exists.
Life is hard and you can and will fail. Many times. Just get up again.
Never, ever, ever, compromise yourself or sell out your principles. You don’t need to let them know what they are. You can let them think you have. You can lie to liars and cheat cheaters, but keep your own code yours; and true.
Learn to navigate in this world of lies and shit. You can’t always stay clean, but stay you. Always.
Family, the one YOU create, not necessarily the one you were born in, is the most important thing. Wether you’re a man or a woman, pick a wife or a husband that is willing to die for your children.
And pick a wife or a husband that will be baptised proper Catholic if they are not already, and will die before even thinking about divorce.
Be a good father or mother and a good husband or wife.
Save your asshole parts for the rest of the world. At home, be good.
Don’t ever give your power, loyalty, or trust to another human being that does not deserve it. Know that none really deserve it. And give it sometimes anyway, but choose. You choose. Not them, to whom and when and why. And know the answer to those things: The whom, the when, and the why.
Honour matters. Even if they will all tell you and prove to you it doesn’t matter to them. Your word matters. Even if they prove to you a million times over theirs doesn’t. Learn to navigate them and their lies and dishonour, but keep your own honour and your own word. Not for them. For you.
Love like a fool and hate like a madman, but be no fool and no madman.
And in the heat and the alarm, my son, smile at death and danger in its teeth, and know God and know your father, dead or alive, near or far, will always be with you. You are never alone.
And in the heat and the alarm, my daughter, do not fear, for God is with you, and know your father is with you, dead or alive, near or far, I will always be with you. You are never alone. So stay calm, see opportunity and seize it in whatever way you can, no guilt, no doubt, no mercy, no fear, no hesitation, and escape and survive. And when one day, finally, you too, come to an end; then don’t worry, you’ll only be coming home. And I’ll be there when you do.
Do you teach your children? Do you know you would die for them in cold blood in a horrible way if need be? Do you know you’ll do whatever needs doing to see them grow free of the parasites hounding us and that have hounded us since we were born? Do you know you should and will and must have children and change this world? If your answer to any of these is no, or I am not sure, then, you, do not know God.
Not at all.
And what’s worse, you also don’t even know yourself.
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By G | 16 March 2023 | Posted in Believe, Catholicism, Face on Mars, Freemasons, Increasing Happiness, Martial Arts, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Relationships, Relationships, Sedeprivationism, Social Commentary, Systema, Zombie Apocalypse