Every waking day is a search for the walls of this insane-asylum.
“Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on, or by imbeciles who really mean it.” ~ Mark Twain
Mark left out the “criminally insane who have a very good idea of what they are doing, and are doing it anyway.”
I’ve been looking at Planet X lately. And it fits. The abnormalities in weather, the huge rise in volcanic and earthquake activity. The shifting and slowing of tides. Cosmic events never before recorded. Planetary shifts. Things that can only be explained by coming from a major celestial object. And the elites using this as a cover for their global-warming scam. And then the rush to militarize everything. The under-ground cities, farms and roadways. And all the distractions.
Really, who is there to say that a solid-gold meteorite isn’t heading for us right now and when it hits that we’ll all die rich?
I get a lot of NASA-people that come by my rig. Just the other day this truly out-of-this-world gorgeous women and her friend, not near as attractive, but not ugly either, stopped and I engaged them. They even later came back and asked to have their picture taken with me. It was rather flattering.
I really wanted to interview them, and they would in no way go on record. I showed them how we could cryptically get around that, but time will tell if I see them again.
It was the day of the drone hacking. But I also wanted to ask about Planet X.
Planet-X could be the ultimate Project Bluebeam masking a truly cataclysmic cosmic event. Wouldn’t the ultimate secret be that indeed a winged-Dark Star is coming to make its appointed round and that there really is no escaping the destruction that’s about to happen?
What else explains the mass insanity that is exhibited by our so-called “representatives” after they enter office and seem to shift immediately into being anything but representative?
Say you were made privy to the fact that indeed a destroyer-planet was about to render destruction upon this world, and that there is only room for so many to escape. And you could be one of the lucky ones allowed your tickets to Elysium. And all you had to do was go along with the cover-up. How many people are strong enough to resist either dying a horrible death here, or traveling the cosmos in comfort and living forever?
We know this. Eventually all of this will one day be gone. You. Me. Our Sun. Earth. Our Galaxy. And for all of our so-called “smarts,” from all of the collective knowledge, coming from ancient manuscripts through today, seem trivial when you think that some fucking rock, that no one was paying any attention to could smash into us tomorrow and that before you can say “What the fuck was that?” we’d all become the comic-dust from whence we came.
If indeed Plane-X is for real many calculations have it showing-up about the same time the economy crashes. And from the predicted level of destruction that this event will rain-down upon us I can’t help but think how little money will matter.
Really, if suddenly Planet-X could no longer be cloaked from view and we were told we have a mere month to live, what the hell good would money be? What good would anything be? Any pretense of normalcy would end immediately as society would descend into a living-hell free-for-all.