I'm gonna be writing two themed "Cooking" essays on the current happenings of things.

This one is about the current state of the Cabal's "Kitchen."

The other will be about Spirit Cooking, and what it means to the Cabal's highest echelon of inbred degenerates.

What does it mean to cook?

When you cook, you need a few things. A base to start with, ingredients to spice it up, and, of course, a chef to put it all together.

Well, not everyone can be a chef. There are Chefs, Cooks, and Feeders.

Feeders include everyone from humans to livestock.

We, from their point of view, are the livestock. Humans are anyone whose money works for them -- that is to say, they have livestock which does all the manual labor like plowing the fields. Beasts of burden, who have been branded with the Mark of the Beast. It's not necessarily a physical mark, but a mark on the mind and within the forehead and behind the hands. It's a mark like holes where a marionette's strings are attached.

Humans still are Feeders. But they pale in comparison to the highest elite who call themselves "Immortals."

We are the sheep...

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Livestock serve as the base. Feeders are those who work within that realm; clueless animals meant to be exploited for their labor and meat.

So, we start as the base, and they add some ingredients to cook us up.

Ingredients like promises of power, money, women...

They tempt us, and stew us around in a kettle. They offer us advances above our neighbors and train us with the carrot and stick. They grill into us the 9-5 way of the world. They carve us up with taxes.

All these are ingredients designed to crush our spirits, demoralize us, and keep us "in our place." Which is, ultimately, on their dinner table for them to devour.

The Damn Frogs just won't Boil!

We, pedes, aren't like other beasts of burden. We're frogs. Those who've jumped into the KEK of things might have their theories, but let me put it bluntly. A frog is something that starts off life swimming. Acquires legs for navigating land. And then can leap through the air. It's a creature that exists in all three geographies -- land, sea and air.

• Water is the fluid movement of information. It's the News World, and the place of happenings.
• Land is the firm foundation and the programmed world. It's the Normie's World.
• Air is the higher peaks, where birds and messengers of God speak about their doing. It's the Esoteric Word.

Frogs navigate all these. They can take information from the News, distill it for the Normies on land, and make leaps of Logic through the air only to come back and tell everyone how it might feel to be among the birds. They are a creature that bridges the then and now, the here and there.

They are dangerous to the Cabal...

You can occasionally eat frog legs, but they aren't worth the effort. They cannot become a staple. Frogs falling from the sky is the worst nightmare for the farmer. It means the plague of Full Disclosure is at hand, with Frogs coming down and showing the slaves God is among them and that the Pharaoh's days are numbered.

We have right now, THOUSANDS of cooks in the kitchen helping the chefs try to boil the damn frogs before the rest of the livestock tries to get worried.

And WE just won't fucking' boil!

You can think of Psyops as the boiling pot. When FBI and CIA shills come here to plant ideas in our minds and trick us into falling for false narratives, they are trying to boil us. They are trying to turn up the heat slowly and have us give up or reach a degree of insanity to which the livestock of the field won't listen.

The only problem is, there are way too many of us. One frog jumps and the whole kettle starts leaping. They can't keep us still long enough to turn up the temperature. We keep waking one another up.

Too many Cooks

With how many frogs are in the Kitchen now, it's no longer about trying to boil us. It's just a matter of keeping us contained. Keeping us in the kitchen and out of the dining hall.

The guests, the Cabal fuckwits, are starting to sense that the Cooks and Chefs -- the ones being paid to keep the livestock in line and a steady supply of grub coming out, are losing their damned minds.

The owners of the joint are losing confidence in the establishment's ability to function it's starting to dwell on them. They are getting worried.

So, they hire more cooks to get things under control.

More cooks only means more toes are getting stepped on.

Now they got ingredients flying every which way, and the food's not coming out of the kitchen anymore. It's too crowded between the frogs and the cooks. There's an all-out war going on in the kitchen now, and all the guests are getting worried. Their way of doing things is coming to an end. Once the guests start to flee the restaurant, the livestock will sense the panic and panic themselves.

They'll see the flood of frogs and hear them speak the truth. That the place all the sheep, cattle and pigs never come back from isn't a retirement home. It's a slaughter house.

Conclusion

That's where we are. We're watching the Exodus plagues play out in real time. WE are the frogs falling from the heavens. We are the ones who swim in the news, make leaps of logic, and then croak and ribbit among the livestock to try and wake them up.

Trump is like a modern day Moses.

I anticipate the 15th will be his "Let My People Go" speech... We can hope!