Forwarded from SpyGate Down 🇺🇸 🇷🇺 🇧🇷 🇫🇷🌺 (HoldConnecticut)
Take a trip with me please to the year 2076, the Tricentennial Anniversary of the founding of our great Republic-If-You-Can-Keep-It.
There is something I need you to see.
I’ve been gone for a pretty good while now. My midlife keto crisis and candlelight kale salads having bought me a decade more than my gene pool deserved. Nurse Hot-Wife is gone as well. She grabbed her sensible surfboard and joined me in the chorus eternal years ago.
My re-union with Mrs. Patriot scandalized more than a few Episcopalians up here I can tell you. But for my money New Englands chosen-frozen are lucky to have made the trip in the first place, and (to be fair) a lot fireworks were loosed on that day. Sorry not sorry.
I want you to watch the Grand Parade in DC with us, this 300th birthday of our Great Republic. There are Patriot Dignitaries that I need you to see. You will not regret it.
And…
Scene.
If the youngest of the J6 Prisoners is mid 30’s, there will be a handful of them still warm for that Tricentennial Parade in 55 years. Absent a CDC matrix chip to keep me going I’m not going to be able to make the trip. And Fauci can’t mandate any chip from where he is in any event.
But I know who will be there…
My grandchildren.
Fresh in their memory are the stories from Grandpa Crackpot about “The Plan” that wouldn’t quit. They remember the tears of joy from the old man as he spun spine tingling tales of Q and the Anon’s. It would be all-too fantastic were it not for the e-history tests at dear old Devin Nunes Memorial High.
An Australian Thespian (not that there’s anything wrong with that) taught me that I should be “willin” to trade all my nights with Nurse Hot-Wife, from this day to that, to come back here now and fight for our freedom.
The J6 Heroes will be a lasting tangible (and emotional) reminder of this, our Holy Quest.
These J6 men and women are almost all alive and among us today. We are living in the greatest hour of the Nations history. What a fearsome honor that we share.
Buck up, neighbor. Watch some Mel if you need to, hit the showers and eat that nasty ass rabbit grass. We have a lot of ink-blood to spill and Congress isn’t going to hang itself.
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There is something I need you to see.
I’ve been gone for a pretty good while now. My midlife keto crisis and candlelight kale salads having bought me a decade more than my gene pool deserved. Nurse Hot-Wife is gone as well. She grabbed her sensible surfboard and joined me in the chorus eternal years ago.
My re-union with Mrs. Patriot scandalized more than a few Episcopalians up here I can tell you. But for my money New Englands chosen-frozen are lucky to have made the trip in the first place, and (to be fair) a lot fireworks were loosed on that day. Sorry not sorry.
I want you to watch the Grand Parade in DC with us, this 300th birthday of our Great Republic. There are Patriot Dignitaries that I need you to see. You will not regret it.
And…
Scene.
If the youngest of the J6 Prisoners is mid 30’s, there will be a handful of them still warm for that Tricentennial Parade in 55 years. Absent a CDC matrix chip to keep me going I’m not going to be able to make the trip. And Fauci can’t mandate any chip from where he is in any event.
But I know who will be there…
My grandchildren.
Fresh in their memory are the stories from Grandpa Crackpot about “The Plan” that wouldn’t quit. They remember the tears of joy from the old man as he spun spine tingling tales of Q and the Anon’s. It would be all-too fantastic were it not for the e-history tests at dear old Devin Nunes Memorial High.
An Australian Thespian (not that there’s anything wrong with that) taught me that I should be “willin” to trade all my nights with Nurse Hot-Wife, from this day to that, to come back here now and fight for our freedom.
The J6 Heroes will be a lasting tangible (and emotional) reminder of this, our Holy Quest.
These J6 men and women are almost all alive and among us today. We are living in the greatest hour of the Nations history. What a fearsome honor that we share.
Buck up, neighbor. Watch some Mel if you need to, hit the showers and eat that nasty ass rabbit grass. We have a lot of ink-blood to spill and Congress isn’t going to hang itself.
https://teleg.eu/s/SpyGateDownEnclave
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