I came upon him in the night. I was terrified at this apparition—a twenty-eight foot President who had been dead a century when I was born.
Dear Diary, In three sleeps I will be the 45th President of the United States…
“Your kind words will be meaningless,” says the spirit, “if your actions betray them.”
Please notice that I am standing behind a large stack of what appears to be important documents which tells you Mr. Crusher has no conflicts of interest.
What are we going to do about our enemies? I think we should hit them hard.
See you in Moscow!
The false flag operation. The dangers of vaccination. The Prophecies. The End Times. The unipolar global world order of the secret cabal. All are a labor to discern. All are a labor to assemble. To labor them into being is a work of sanity.
Let us leave them to their cold collation. Erstwhile we devour the nation.