And just by happinstance it was certain things, made public already.

And sealing is the narrative of conspiracy theorists. Spoiler alert. Theory > Factcheck empiracally.

https://youtu.be/skPKlBRNMOo?t=383 What a super, super film. Really a look into the history of the sport from a totally new vantage point. A tragic rise, a fitting end, and the silence of crowds in apprehension that evil once so aptly triumphed.

The eternity of their defiance

Untamed reluctance.

She’s Passionate about Borderline Personality Disorder! By Quintilian of Counter-currents.

Every formal declaration of rights I have encountered, probably sharing similar sources*, have important similarities. They are logically inconsistent in their own terms. The corollary is that they are political guidelines and depend on various systems of unstated practices of interpretation, conventions and tradition.

The problem of logical consistency is more attenuated the greater the number of explicit protections they enumerate. They not only become more reliant on presupposed assumptions, those assumptions multiply and create novel tensions. Should every name be attached to the same phraseology, the list of all men and all their rights would become a prohibition against differentiation of any kind. It is a degenerate case involving the annihilation of anything human and anything right.

Neil Harbisson is an "activist for transpecies rights" and self described cyborg. Fully colorblind, his head implant is a light sensor on his head that converts colors into vibrations used to distinguish color. https://www.emmaion.com/post/cyborgs-citizens-and-rights

I have no quarrel with prosthetics, but the gimmicky terminology disguises a novel and dangerous moral framework. It redefines prosthetics as a physical component of self. They declare rights for mutants[?], a right not to be "disassembled" and a right to "express" one's self through temporary or permanent body modification.

Everything plausible about it is a restatement of principles of fairness and dignity. But our moral nature is not purely internal and selfish in essence. Extending an absolute moral privilege of the individual to include prosthetics is no less myopic. The degree of individualism arbitrarily isolates inner lives from how we relate to the world around us. As Quintilian of Counter-Currents says of the American Founders beliefs, "...a well-ordered and just society could only exist when it was composed of rational individuals with virtuous and well-ordered inner lives."

In brief, it is special pleading in the guise of universal values.

In the case of sexuality, the social connotations are explicit. In the milieu of sexually dysfunctional minorities today, both sexual proclivities and their expression are adamantly normal. As with the cybernetic moral code, sexual expression is axiomatically harmless [Diddle unto others as you'd have them diddle you]. In practice, they contend it should be celebrated - whether in the form of pronouns, clubs or parades. Actions, words and beliefs which run counter to these dogmas are considered violations of human rights.**

The rainbow mob, like their cybernetic cousins, couch novel rights as direct descendants of the traits of moral policies generally owed among man. But these are not human rights, they are guidelines prohibiting discrimination among sexual behaviors and proclivities.

The language of the rainbow mob lacks a meaningful basis to exclude the silent P in LGBT. Note: they make no attempt to do so. Although couching their morality in terms of consent, the T's belie that façade. Harmful sexual actions perpetrated against young children have been enacted with force of law.

It begs the question: Is there a point at which performative dysfunctions legitimate discrimination? With a hypocritical modicum of consistency, Sailee Khurjekar says no.

Part II to discuss "Discrimination"

There must be a large and homogenous enough group to exploit deterrence.

First distinct memory burned into my mind.. 3 years old. Mother looking nervously, just had to fill the cool water in the spray bottle. Just to press my father's clothes. No problem. She turned her back and I reached out for the most dangerous thing in the room. Burning hot iron. Of course, always, ever, to this day. I will reach out for the most dangerous thing.

Nothing hurt like mom. Nothing. Since then the broken nose, ribs, the piece of the brain pulled out of my head, the thunder and crack of scar tissues adorn my head. Oh, every time I think of it my ears ring like a tidal wave. Even now. Ha, the broken nose, the screaming. Such child's play. I find myself screaming, fleeing, running in terror as the police pull the bag over my head.

"FUCK FUCK" as I inhale my own vomit.

So much brain damage. I can't look down on anyone down to the card board beggar. Yea, I'll slip resumes into the narrow cracks of the windows they'd slip fivers through. But I'll never be rid of the headaches I get when I even think of the arrogant trees that waved me goodbye as I forgot the difference between being dead and waking up in hell.

It was an empirical test, of that I was conscious. Was I in hell on earth, or was I in hell eternal? It didn't matter, but I wanted to know.

So the thunder stuck me, as the alarmed passengers passed me by at 70k/h inches away. And my false deception left me alive. I rose screaming, certain that I was in hell. As the hood went over me, FUCK YOU, they pulled the bag over my head and didn't notice me vomiting into my own lungs as I lay upon the handcuffs and stopped screaming.

. "...individual freedom cannot be reconciled with the supremacy of one single purpose to which the whole society must be entirely and permanently subordinated." -Hayek

Every effort has been made to spread anxious concern about this dangerous and prolific virus. The Faucci clones, who replicated across the English speaking world with remarkable speed, appear nightly to deliver the latest covid numbers like gruesome weather reports. The messaging has clearly been effective. The masking and lockdown of huge populations as well as hundreds of millions of vaccine doses attest to the effectiveness of this propaganda. Perhaps that's what it took to implement effective public policies!

For the same reasons it has been effective, a large number of people have become skeptical of the policies and prescriptions. The media messaging has been marred by transparent statistical manipulation, selective reporting, appearance of conflicts of interest and methodical censorship.

This post will be in progress to assemble articles and information intended to overcome this reluctance. To berate, inform, bribe and threaten them. When this entry is finished, it will provide incontrovertible proof that their lack of trust is not only unwarranted, it is sinful.

[Placeholder post. Gathering sources.]

Thin blue line, that means close ranks. The grey NPCs given animation by their solidarity to the police. The guy who show up to the scene of trouble with training and ostensible mission of public protection.

The Ausborn Police hierarchy is a shadowy organization which some journalist worth their salt should have begun investigating, speaking to their past connections, biographies, qualifications and career. https://babylonbee.com/news/australian-hospitals-over-capacity-with-people-beaten-by-police-for-not-wearing-masks

While it's funny to see the street level antics, the regular off camera activity should be studied with reference to what happens before and after a camera exit. Obviously on-camera activity has stretched the bounds of credibility for decades.

This situation does not develop without pointed absence from the organization. In emergency situations, such draconian activities become a necessity on a wider population, for lesser offenses. However, the habits, the appetite was well established over sever generations of officers. And they reconnect with the roots of imprisonment with each-other in the land of exile. Australia.

I think as the curtain closes, and the screen fades, there should be a clip of George Bush assuring us that Islam is a religion of peace. So Feeble Clone, why would you write such a thing? Rape, and mutilation! You are a sick and demented man. Where do your thoughts come from, and when will your face be on the front page as a serial killer?

The answer is simple. I have been reading the Koran. What most people don't understand about Islam is that it is most unambiguous in its prescriptions and tawdry in its promises.

To ask such a question of me implies you don't know a thing about Islam or what it represents. If this story seems demented, do not blame me. Blame the fevered and demented mind of a false prophet, his greedy followers and the depraved imams who plot as they hold hands with politicians who urge people to report Islamophobia to the police.

Addendum 2021-09-28 https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9998635/Muslim-doctor-charged-female-genital-mutilation-nine-young-girls-seen-court-again.html

This Doctor part of "secret" network. This doesn't call for a signals intelligence operation. Look, sometimes people mean exactly what they say.

And this is foreign, in a religious context. Until you begin to understand the conspiracy theories say the covidians have been taken by an L Ron Hubbard. No, they have been taken by a virus, and such plans existed in living memory were already explicated? It could not have done better. Faucci reassured people, like in 2003, that he knew what he was doing. And on some deep intuitive level, people knew that he did.

They didn't realize that he knew instantly that his gain of function research was not only implicated, he was among the physical originators. What confidence we had, him and his mimes, all the faucce clones and all the feeble clones of his mimes. He knew instantly, there is no doubt.

Even I would have known. Instantly. But I doubt even he could have predicted the course of the new humanistic religion - do no harm, but without the Hippocratic oath or Nurenburg convention.

A man wakes up in a house, not knowing where is it.. There, a young girl. After a series of interactions with her, and grapes brought by the beautiful young boy Mohammed promised in case there was a faggot or two, he makes love with her. When he has sex the second time, he realizes she will always be a virgin. He begins to contemplate the reality that after centuries, he will tire of her. He knows after millenia, he will tire of everything. He begins to feel the horror of his situation. Every interaction with the women hastens the point at which solitude will overwhelm him. When the girl tries to comfort him, he violently rapes her and cuts off her hands. "That will teach you to steal my happiness. By Allah I..." He mouths "Allah" again, drops the knife and looks down at her. Realizing her hands will not grow back he tries to cut himself and it heals instantly. He stabs himself, heals instantly. "Allah has fulfilled his promises! He is the lord of hell! If I shall eventually kill all of the virgins, it makes no difference if I do it now or in a million years." He picks up a knife and murders her. He runs screaming out of the house knife upraised. fin