Maybe I just have psyop fatigue, but this whole 5GW house of mirrors is really pissing me off lately, and causing me to disengage with everything I see that either spikes hopium or reinforces doom. I’m sick of the expectations for good things leading to rug pulls, as much as I’m sick of the fear narratives and doomsday scenarios. We all want the Hand of God to come down and flick “team black hat” in the nuts so hard it causes hell to implode and take all of the deep state minions with it. Instead, I feel like we’re on our own version of “15 days to flatten the curve” except it’s in the form of holding the line until some grand act of justice actually happens, and we get the America we were promised restored to its former glory.

Sorry for the rant, frens. Sometimes the Great Awakening feels futile when I observe the lefty types in my life continuing the same lefty bullshit 3+ years into what I believe to be a “dystopia lite” covert disclosure operation. If normies can’t see the unveiling of their globalist uniparty heroes as the actual villains we know them to be, then what gives?

We know there’s no good way to rise up in protest, because those protests will be infiltrated by bad actors, demonized by the media, and corrupt government officials will always abuse their power against the people. Total backfire, just like J6. This leaves us with faith in God that things will change for the better. I’m a believer, but I’ve never witnessed a true miracle in my life, and a miracle is what it’ll take to overcome this tyranny. (“God wins,” I know). I’m not saying miracles can’t happen, but hinging our collective future on a longshot seems like a bit flimsy of a gamble to me. I’m not blackpilled—I do acknowledge the wins we get here and there, but they don’t feel like enough to overcome Goliath. It angers me that we apparently need worse suffering to happen for everyone before normies will bother themselves to actually wake up.

She was very secretive and clandestine before making the scene.