As I predicted it… it’s happenin’….
SOOOOO….. I knew it wuz comin'—during the past couple months I could fell the vibrations of it comin' down the track like that ol’ train Johnny Cash keeps hearin' while stuck in Folsom Prison (a bit like the rest've us!).
WE WILL BE BLAMED for all the carnage.
First, this PREFACE as MAY 2023 update—speaks fer itself:
And here’s a nuther’ one, a swell post by the Naked Emperor (as in The Emperor Wears No Clothes!) sharing THIS article (click on ’er):
They knew: why didn't the unvaccinated do more to warn us?
Read it. Vomit (sorry folks, it is NAUSEATIN'). Make a ginger tea (or a good ol' fash-un Moonshine Rheumatism Remedy if ya need some'thin stronger!). Return here.
As a post-script update I’m addin’ a nifty few-minute VIDDEYO RETROSPECTIVE that shows JUST how normies were well-PRIMED ta paint us un-be-jabbered a guilty shade’ve BLOOD-RED (if you wartch it on YT, do note the quaint “CDC covid-the-game” alerts that pop-up even in May’23:
I’m sure this made ya even more queasy…. sip that ginger tea, n’ read on.
Original post, the prediction:
We knew that IF they recognized they've been harmed (an’ harmed like the dickens!), they'd need a scapegoat. AND IT WILL BE US.
Why? Because WE (the unsanitized unwarshed, we the unjabbered) are accessible, we are HERE, NOW, in their LIVES (even they banned us!). They can reach us easily… by phone, by car, by text, with an extended arm (with or without press-on nails).
MSM will not direct them to the real Weenies… (check out my Three Part Series on THE Sausage Party that runs the World!:)
But no, MSM will not let folks SEE the real miscreants,no sirree, move right along, nuttin' to see here. First, quite a number of them Big Weenies are still on the normies’ hero bucket list of whom to THANK (cognitive dissonance thar…)—cuz it could’a been WORSE. Plus the "rat bastards" (and rat bastardettes) are not within reach. Gates is surely on his learjet (…"vainly" tryin' to orchestrate a total eclipse of the sun), Herr SchwabbyKlaus is likely in some sauna mit leashed (bath-) haus-boy-cum-harrier (wabbit killin' dog of prey) Harari — a’ wrappin' up things at Davos, FauxChee is indisposed (in some "tony" DeeCee mansion, likely admirin' the new enamel pin set of hisself which I fairly recently, to my dismay, found "featured" at our favorite NYC local "hipster" art supply store…cuz he hasn't been thanked 'enuf). Leader-hosen-bags like Turd-O or even Hidin' Biden, Net' an' Yahoo, 'er even BuyBuyBoris or Jump-Ship Jacindy are fully outta reach. So nope, the Big Sausages will remain undisturbed. AND WE ARE LUNCH MEAT.
So WE will be the fall guys. Those that vilified us from the git-go, will continue to do so—them Back Stabbers! (Take it away O'Jays!)
(What they do?)
(They smilin' in your face)
All the time, they want to take your place
The back stabbers (Back stabbers)
(They smilin' in your face)
All the time, they want to take your place
The back stabbers (Back stabbers)(What they do?)
(They smilin' in your face)
Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes tell lies (Back stabbers)
(They smilin' in your face)
I don't need low-down, dirty bastards (Back stabbers)
(They smilin' in your face)
Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da (Back stabbers)
Might be your neighbor (They smilin' in your face)
Your next door neighbor, yeah (Back stabbers)
Yup, now that they have been damaged…they want what WE got. We are whole. We are “healthy.” We are the LUCKY ones. (Oh really?) Nothin' is certain' (what with the nuke-a-motion playin' in the background), but most've us ARE NOT up nights wonderin' if some weirdass cancer's gonna blast up like JiffyPop, if we/ our kids are gonna be infertile, if we'll "shed" on our beloved pets! (vs them sheddin' on us, ha ha). So yup, our so-called friends and neighbors (the ones that already took a dump on us—not literally but ya know what I mean), are gonna let loose again.
Ready, set GO—we are IT!
And it's not ONLY that they'll say we are the ones with blood on our hands (per the above-linked arty-cull). I do imagine they'll want "revenge…" So… since they might be dyin' sooner than they hoped (and we ain't dyin' to prove they were RIGHT), I fear poison pens and MSM viddey-o and AI darts'll be thrown in our direction so they (The Victimized ™) WANT US DEAD. (Just like the big weenies do…)
(Lon Chaney—that’s a knife he’s a throwin’ with his TOES!—from The Unknown…a twisted tale of back stabbin’ if ever there wuz one!)
To best describe all those WHO WILL WANT US DEAD (cuz they are JABS-BAD-MAD), a good portion of unthinkin' humanity, which means “followers” that need a scapegoat, a target fer their pointin' fingers..., as a dog lover I bring you to Roger Water's brilliant lyrics:
From Pink Floyd's "DOGS":
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun, but you believe at heart everyone's a killer
(If ya got 17 minutes, do give it a listen—it's a dang masterpiece!)
So and thus…. WE who thought (deeply!), who researched (endlessly!), we who DID try to 'effin' warn EVERYONE we knew and PLENTY whom we didn't know from Adam (great Scott, another fool !) ....will be BLAMED... wait fer it cuz I AGREE that we will be TOLD the blood is on OUR hands.
And we will be accused.
We didn't speak up? REALLY??? (I'll write “a bit” on that in Part 2 of this stack post….)
I "soitenly" did... and still do!
SOITENLY!
HOWEVAH… they will say THAT:
we didn't do enough (say, we didn't scream at folks in line to STOP, to NOT git their PEE-CEE-ARSE'z an' Clot Shots..) AND YET
that WE (who used our noggins…) were just DAMNED LUCKY and might've (should've!) died slow an' painful deaths--we "free-DUMBS" (as they called us) who spoke of insane concepts like medical choice....because…
they, the "humanitarians," nobly and unselfishly took their jabs like REAL troopers, brave souls!
and they will even assume WE had no friends (see the Floyd lyric), that we were singular fools...tin-hatted asocial, wantin' ta kill grannie an' not make the ULTIMATE sacrifice fer our fellow humans...which to THEM was nothing but a little "prick" (I won't comment here…) –and that maskin' up like mummies was "no big deal"… And thus WE were friendless SELFISH miscreants...
AND...indeed we were isolated, shunned, banned, forced to wait outside in the COLD (once they were allowed inside warm spaces to dine in their muzzles by showing proof they had taken the quantum dot lucifer-ACE mark of compliance!) and... though we were and ARE arguably the "winners" in this game (though most of us are loathe to call ourselves winner and still feel we LOST and do not feel this criminal death-coup was even a "game" to win…War-Gamed though it was…). So winners? Nah.
Many of us are yet isolated from most of regular society... Injected humans are still WEIRD around us and we are not welcome back to joints that banned us. We may be allowed, but that ain't a red carpet welcome.
It's a NO-WIN situation.
So as we'd say "on set" when heavy stuff was comin' thru—Watch yer back!
Backstabbers on the way….
Daisy
(knowin' the REAL Bloodletters and Badmen …ain't us!)
Now ya kin buy me a cuppa java if ya like, alwayz grateful fer y’all!
https://ko-fi.com/daisymoses
Stay tuned fer Part 2!
BONUS BITS…
RED-HANDED GUILT?
When those guilty (to varyin' degrees) are slient when awake…some of us wonder if their dreams betray their secrets or if some vestiges of true conscience not fully destroyed by the nefarious injections…plague them nights… The blood on their hands shall not wash out… Ask Lady Macbeth!
The Denchmark of genius, watch'er go!
FULL MONTY version:
As Shakespeare sez, "What's done cannot be undone." That's the rub, the bitter pill.
Nevertheless, I have hope…whenever it may come, when the spell is lifted…as it will be.
But for now, the spell ain’t broken… so we wait…for them… to wash their bloody hands…
You won't believe this. Less than an hour ago I thought of you in the middle of doing something completely unrelated and wondered where you were and how you were faring. I'm glad to see you're holding your own.
I wonder by the way why the last scripted non-event contained a mushroom ingredient.
I think it's satire DM, but then again and even so, anything and everything can be a trial balloon these days... ;)