Screw that..I want the REAL 1984 back...now where did I put my parachute pants?

2020 and 2021 suck

With the exception of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, I would have to agree

Go Lightning - Back 2 Back championships FTW :)

Our future is bigger and better than our past. Golden Age incoming.

Watched a protest in Ireland last night. Their president signed a vax passport law.

I think they are rushing it too fast, people are going to balk.

They are rushing it because people are finding out that the vaccine isn't as 'safe and effective' as we've been told. But they still want their Great Reset so they are trying to just force it.

IMHO it isn't going to work.

Sounds like globalists panicking and trying to roll out tyranny as fast as possible.

The whole world is now inflicted with evil rulers.

Thieves, madmen, murderers, and degenerates. Illegitimate, not serving the people, not who the people chose.

I hope you don't mind, I'm just going to leave here the dream that woke me from sleep yesterday that left that thought in my mind. A man with a jetpack bounced from skyscraper blue pointed (pyramidal) rooftop to pointed rooftop before my sight atop an ordinary flat-topped building. His power source clearly running out, he kept at it. Clearly he was insane. He was going to meet a terrible end. He dropped out of sight.

But he managed to come up and land on my building, where I was with another person.

I was now seated, leaning back beside the person lounging beside me, he a softly but very buff male with dark blond hair dressed in a t-shirt and pants the color of milk. When the jetpack man, now without the jetpack, a particularly well built male, though Hunter Biden-esque, got down in front of me and close, having had enough of his antics I punched him in the face, and I realized I was as I am in real life, an attractive, petite woman, and my punch didn't really harm him. He punched me back in the face, and fortunately for my sake, he only hit me as hard as I hit him.

He walked off. The superhero-bodied man beside me might as well have been a statue. No reaction.

The scene shifted. I was standing in the middle of the roof and the Hunter - villain, because I realized these two men were like heroes and villains in comic books, only "because it was the real world" they weren't wearing comic-book-style costumes, was now the one lounging back only suddenly without clothes. Exposing himself to my face, now beyond done with this person who wouldn't leave me alone I tried to pop the Perv in the nuts with intent to incapacitate, but he blocked with his knees and I may not have hurt him at all, but he did not retaliate.

The Bland Lounger, I post-dream named the useless "hero", still hadn't moved. I went to the other side of the roof to phone for the looney wagon or whoever to take the naked man away, and he came over to listen and watch, but him being a supervillain who could fly I realized they'd be outmatched (unless there was an extraordinary effort). I was left thinking, who could help? I'm stuck with this madman and the only one who can match him and should guard me from him won't act. I also felt that the villain was a real danger to me though he had only toyed with me thus far.

Upon waking I had a few successive brief daydreams that seemed like messages. A loaf of French (European, white) bread, like you get at a bakery, followed by brown bread like you'd get at a restaurant. Desirable.

Then a somewhat thicker stick of French bread, but greenish, maybe a touch of mold at the end, the other end torn off and drying out, and tiny dark specks throughout it. Instantly bound for the trash can in previous times, it was now all that was available. I felt it referred to courts, schools, government (but in retrospect also could apply to many other things, including sick (green), blotched, inflamed people, their bodies now spread with what had come through the vaccine; (green) "brood of vipers" as the only, usurping authorities; famine food quality, what would normally have been thrown away; one side of the U.S. damp, growing mold, the other side drying out, structures and infrastructure torn by earthquakes; Green New Deal, pale green horse, food laced with tracking information, "vaccines", DNA, toxins, fallout, corrupted physical and spiritual bread, https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTadcZxZypbBFxqIeBP_tpQJ68cMFRpCM9a8w&usqp=CAU , aand considering the timeliness of this coming across my eyes, the following is looking pretty slam dunk https://mobile.twitter.com/retro_sista/status/1415993283218526208 , (the Twitter bird is now black with a red eye, I see) the black dots/pricks throughout the bread indicating the incorporation of death/something deadly baked in. In sum, the not knowing of what's in the food now but it's dark.)

Third one, a neglected area of the kitchen had developed mold. Now the whole kitchen should be thoroughly cleaned.

Fourth. I saw the Ghostbusters logo and heard the words, "Who you gonna call?" I was reminded of "me" on the roof with the phone thinking of who I could call for help. "Supernatural problems need a supernatural solution."

Fifth and last. Something like "Form up ranks." I saw a square array of neat, trim tan soldiers (all male) marching together, all one color like the children's toys.

So like shape up, get in order. Ready for orders (hearken to God).

I think the entire world has always been inflicted with evil rules. The Internet certainly changed that. Thanks Algore.

In February Irish Taiosech Leo Varadkar was ALREADY sating they will have to likely "sacrifice" their xmas for a second year in a row.

HOW DID HE KNOW IT WOULD BE REALLY BAD 10 MONTHS IN THE FUTURE WHEN THE VAX'S WERE JUST COMING OUT???

It's all planned and the Irish are deep ingrained in the Great Reset.

their brains will literally explode from cognitive dissonance like in Mars Attacks