I still get a chuckle when I think of how all the bouji imbeciles who ran around LARPing like they were the second coming of the French Resistance turned out to be nothing but the dupes and puppets of that Bond villain from Hell.
Irony is a dish best served with your last meal.
In your unheated COVID camp hut, in the dead of winter. In North Dakota.
I have no idea why I'm posting this insanely disturbing collage other than to say that it reminds me very much of the horrible hallucinations I'd have when I was a kid.
The only difference is all these figures would be moving in weird cycles and/or morphing into even more horrible things.
It was like being in Hell, all the time. No lie.
Hey, he's probably got a bigger audience than anyone on Minds or Parler, right? 
"Step 2: Cavort with horrible people like John of Brazil and Harvey Weinstein."
A teenaged sin-film racket, you say? Those are some very serious allegations. We should investigate this matter right away.
Tell me, Miss, can you identify the man in these photographs? Does he look familiar to you in any way?
"Dear Mr. Alien, please nuke us from orbit. The human experiment has failed. Yours truly, the non-evil sane people."
Master of Puppets is pulling the strings... in Hell. Supposedly.
No question about it. Anyone who says otherwise belongs is a dangerous extremist who should be put in a Covid camp, for their own protection.
And the moral of this post is, "be more like the dog."
Tell me which breed you'd like to reincarnate as in The Den of Intrigue.
Need more Knowledge? Come enroll at the Secret Sun Institute of Advanced Synchromysticism.
