I’m out here on the landing, smoking and thinking… thinking and smoking. Two things I love to do. Two things the demons would strip from me, if at all possible.
They can’t come at me directly, mind you, but they’re always out there, waiting and plotting… plotting and waiting. Out there, casting about across the dark landscape, deep within their march of madness.
You see, they can’t do what they’d really like to do just yet. It’s too risky to just slap shackles directly on our wrists, haul us off in droves to reeducation camps or simply put bullets in our heads.
The good people of Gotham would wake up, fight back and there are far too many eaters in Gotham to handle all at once.
No. It has to be done incrementally. A gradual tightening of the reins over time is what’s in order. Yes sir, demons aren’t very smart and often smell funny but they know how to conserve their bullets.
Take everything with a grain of salt while continuing to inch up toward your victim. Worm about in the dark. Don’t shoot ‘til you see the whites of their eyes.
You know, those sorts of things.
‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’
The following should have been included in my last post, but I didn’t see it in time, so here it is. It gets a post all to its own.
Aren’t we lucky?
Real or not, it was planned, just like the supposed pandemic.
Everything around us is smoke and mirrors, blatant lies. The ‘breaking news’ that keeps scaring grandma will never stop as long as the populous keeps on going along with it. Seriously.
Also, they (the demons in charge) are systematically disassembling the US, brick by brick. We’re in an economic freefall right now; a spending spree the likes of which that has never even been dreamt of.
It’s far too late to stop any of this nonsense. Sad, but true.
I don’t trust history, because it’s all been rewritten, so I’m not sure if Rome actually fell as they tell us it did, but I’m certain the US is going down that same path.
It will fall, and very soon.
Sad… but true.
‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’
Have a great day, hope you’re enjoying your weekend, and please do with it what you will!
I’m working on a new album, so I’ll be sharing links and posting music stuff for a while. If you want to support, I really appreciate it.
If it’s not your thing, no worries. 🙂
Rock on!
I've been doingtime
rolling hillsin front of me
and I'm doingfine
without your chainson top of me
What if the moongoatswallows the sun?
Maybe the moongoatfollows the sun?
I've been feelinghigh
when you'reaway from me
and I'mrunningwild
escaping destiny
What if the moongoatswallows the sun?
Maybe the moongoatfollows the sun?
‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’
Have a great day and a wonderful start to your weekend!
The only way to win was to not play the game in the first place, but that’s not really an option anymore. Now, if you want to survive what’s coming our way without becoming completely enslaved to an evil dystopian system, you’ll have to find a way to break free from it all.
I have to warn you, it’s not going to be easy. There are no free rides out there. The law of the jungle never really left us, it was just disguised, but it’s coming back now, in a big way. It’s about to become overwhelmingly obvious to even the most staunchest critic.
The alternative to fending for yourself, however, is far worse. People trying to live within the dystopian society won’t survive for very long. The whole system will eat itself alive, like that weird snake eating its own tail. Demons are a bloodthirsty lot and they’ll have their genocide eventually.
Bottom line is…
We never should have played along in the first place!
‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’
System of Control
It all began generations ago.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the scams pulled on our ancestors are the ones reaching fruition now.
Social security, driver licenses, health regulations, seat belt laws and all the rest were the foundation for the rest of the shackles that will now be forcefully placed around our necks.
I get that it’s tough thing to wrap your mind around. We’re still being told repeatedly how great these things are. ‘Get rid of regulations and restriction? You must be mad, young feller!’ Indeed.
But the truth is, it was never about the public good. The rule makers and heartbreakers don’t care at all about the public good. They never cared about the public good.
Once you understand that part, the rest of it falls into place.
Digital IDs
The idea is a simple one.
In the demon’s world, if you want to participate, you must first hand over everything you have – all your information, your whereabouts at all times, your freedom and your soul. Easy-peasy, Japanesey.
According to the demons, everyone must be tracked and traced, kept in line. They are the slave masters, our overlords, the kings and queens of the modern realm. They trick us into enslaving ourselves.
It’s just a question of finding the right coercion.
That’s what all of this nonsense was really about.
I hate to burst your bubble, but it was always about culling the mases while introducing and pushing whoever was left into a new type of slave system. They demand that you follow their rules.
Rules are rules, folks.
Remember, as far as the pandemic was concerned… it was never about health, it was always going to be a depopulation event. That hasn’t changed. It won’t change.
But, that’s all for now.
‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’
Social media frowns on freethinkers, so I need to learn a whole new set of skills. In real life, unplugged, I’ll have to learn to hide behind smirks and quips that mean nothing on the surface without context.
Online will be a problem, until they delete my profiles and kick me off. With each passing day, the control grid grows tighter. I doubt I’ll ever get used to these shackles. They’ve been in place for decades, but they make my skin itch.
It’s only a matter of time.
‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’
The new world swallows up the old.
It could have at least bought the old world a dinner, or maybe taken it out to a movie first. The new world doesn’t care. It’s only looking for one thing, darling. Once it gets that, it’ll be on its way out the door in a hot minute.
The new world. Oh, it’s not something that anyone is going to really want once they have it, like sitting on pins and needles, anxiously awaiting an event that ultimately lets you down. It’s like that but much, much worse.
Afterwards, those who do manage to survive this man-made holocaust that’s being pushed on us, will look back at how things used to be in a new light or perhaps most will simply continue along with the charade. Claim it was the old world, filled with freedom and liberty, that was the bad one.
Won’t make any difference at that point. The damage has already been done. Most have already bitten into the poisoned apple, so, for them at least, it’ll be game over.
The rest of us will have to deal with the fallout.
It’s only a matter of time.
‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’
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