Posted on June 1, 2014 by Patrick
By Christine Ann Sands
June 1, 2014
I have a squirrel on the roof of the Anonomobile; but, on the bright side, i was on the top of the Anonomobile blowing a whistle like a bird with a huge whistleblower sign attached to the side and a guy from Operation American Spring on the ground synchronizing his duck quacker kazoo with me to bring attention. People came from all around, because it sounded like we were in the jungle. We were on the Washington National Mall in view of the DC Captiol in front of the National Air and Space Museum–which boasts more visitors than any other museum in the world: 22 million yearly. Snap, snap, snap photo snap, snap as if surrounded by Anonymous paparazzi.
Well, if i could only snap my fingers to get the press, the activists, churchgoers and anyone else who is supposed to have an inkling of saving the world to do something meaningful, i wouldn’t be feeling that the world is better off ending. Government thinks it has a right to kill more than we have a right to the truth, and everyone else is more concerned about going to church, shopping, ball games, doing drugs, watching tv or playing video games to save even themselves.
In DC after having tried to help WikiLeaks for about a year trying to save Julian Assange, and i really don’t think i ever even got a thank you. i did get some jealous women attacking my breasts, but who needs gratitude, right? never try to help Anonymous either, cuz you’ll be sure to get bombarded by a bunch of 12-year olds claiming ur a federal agent and nobody will give a damn if you get killed for it. “never trust anyone,” is the motto in DC, cuz everyone and his monkey’s uncle is a triple agent. funny that the only guys on the ground in DC have peeps that are DoD intelligence, 9/11 truth haters, Bush supporters and are making me cover up the WikiLeaks logos on the Anonomobile to save their asses from getting fired at work.
sad state of affairs in America. the liberals and conservatives hate each other in the name of God, so nobody comes out to rescue the world in DC. the activists are too busy trying to control all their power, so they fuck everyone in the ass who tries to help out. the passersby in DC are nothing more than zombies who look at the revolution as a tourist attraction. the only hope for humanity is God to end the world. the only hope for humanity is for the banking system to collapse so that the Year of Jubilee comes.
the world is fucked: movie stars, sports stars, rock stars and porn stars glutton in vomit luxury while orphans and widows and teens with missing limbs starve to death cuz America bombed their country cuz it’s run by bitches little bastard brothers, and Americans don’t give enough of a damn to care that their own money is used for murder. the world deserves what it gets: death. people will reap what they sow: death. “My people perish from lack of knowledge,” saith the Lord. Yeah. That’s my Sunday morning sermon for the day.
Press, popes, religion, activists, citizens all are responsible for the current state of affairs for the sufferings of humanity. Nay, I tell you, this world will come to destruction before there is a new Heaven and a new Earth.
So let it be written. So let it be done.
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