In 1991, I went to a multi-plex theater with a friend to see “Dances with Wolves.” Midway through the film, I heard a couple gunshots ring out. I looked around and saw everyone else in the room was watching the screen, including the ex-Navy guy I was with. He told me to ignore it.
Of course, I realized I was with an idiot. I got up and we…
In 1991, I went to a multi-plex theater with a friend to see “Dances with Wolves.” Midway through the film, I heard a couple gunshots ring out. I looked around and saw everyone else in the room was watching the screen, including the ex-Navy guy I was with. He told me to ignore it.
Of course, I realized I was with an idiot. I got up and went to the door overlooking the hallway. I saw a bunch of teens running past our room. I went outside and asked them what was happening. A girl told me somebody was shooting outside the theater where “Boys in the Hood” was playing.
I knew then how incredibly uncurious, obedient and focused on the screen people were. They all heard it. It wasn’t coincidental with any gunfight scene in our movie. It was as clear as if it happened outside our theater, because it did.
The Tavistock Institute, along with the Stanford Research Institute, and all their evil, Eastern European jewish professors, long ago cracked the human code. Add in the fluoridation, chemtrails, denatured food supply, near constant TV, radio, movie psyops, and we have one horribly malformed gene pool. They are genetically and epi-genetically whipped.
Still, here WE are. Painfully aware. Awake. Angry. Seething, at the diminution of our species. But, without the stupefied billions of lost souls, and trillions of funny money printed annually, not a damn thing we can do. Except stare at the crash, as the locomotive headlight, careens ever closer to oblivion.
In 1991, I went to a multi-plex theater with a friend to see “Dances with Wolves.” Midway through the film, I heard a couple gunshots ring out. I looked around and saw everyone else in the room was watching the screen, including the ex-Navy guy I was with. He told me to ignore it.
Of course, I realized I was with an idiot. I got up and went to the door overlooking the hallway. I saw a bunch of teens running past our room. I went outside and asked them what was happening. A girl told me somebody was shooting outside the theater where “Boys in the Hood” was playing.
I knew then how incredibly uncurious, obedient and focused on the screen people were. They all heard it. It wasn’t coincidental with any gunfight scene in our movie. It was as clear as if it happened outside our theater, because it did.
They just didn’t want to know.
The Tavistock Institute, along with the Stanford Research Institute, and all their evil, Eastern European jewish professors, long ago cracked the human code. Add in the fluoridation, chemtrails, denatured food supply, near constant TV, radio, movie psyops, and we have one horribly malformed gene pool. They are genetically and epi-genetically whipped.
Still, here WE are. Painfully aware. Awake. Angry. Seething, at the diminution of our species. But, without the stupefied billions of lost souls, and trillions of funny money printed annually, not a damn thing we can do. Except stare at the crash, as the locomotive headlight, careens ever closer to oblivion.
What a shit show.
I have that movie Dancing with Wolves. It’s good!!
I’m not much of a TV watcher but have gotten into “Yellowstone” on Peacock.
I’m part Blackfoot and wish I could move to Montana. The land’s beauty is overwhelming in that show.