Possessor

The 2020 film, Possessor, is a portrait of the life of an assassin who, through technology, “possesses” the body of someone, using that body to murder some VIP. The possessor either commits “suicide” in the possessed body, or allows herself to be killed by the responding officers, waking back up safely in her own body. Is this tech in use today? Is it really so hard to consider it a possibility, what with the advances made with Neuralink and others? Many disparate killings have occurred over the past decade, by unassuming individuals with no criminal past, and no evidence of advanced weapons training. And yet they move and kill like a professional, all the while knowing that they are going to their death. Are they “possessed” technologically, by a remote assassin? If so, why is Hollywood seeding the public with these concepts? As a way of mocking us, breadcrumbing us with outlandish truths?

The sniper who let the killer squeeze off a few

Get a load of the chicken wing on the SS sniper. The Secret Service should be staffed with beasts and killers, not waffling clowns like this guy, or the ponytail brigade running in fearful circles, adding to the chaos. Give Trump private security, let the beasts of Blackwater guard him effectively, not these bozos.

Also, I hear tell that the red band on this guy’s wrist is some sort of Talmudic talisman retardation. Automatically disqualifying.

Trump shooter previously appeared in a BlackRock ad

This is extremely weird. 20-year old Thomas Matthew Crooks, now dead but not before taking the life of an innocent bystander, once appeared in a BlackRock ad (WATCH HERE) looking very normal. Those acquainted with him also considered him normal, albeit a “loner”. There’s also a clip of him receiving his diploma, again, looking very normal. Not much to go on, but it’s enough to make one wonder why someone like this would suddenly throw their life away in an attempt to kill Trump.

Another thing that is odd: both Crooks’ parents were professional behavioral therapists. What does that mean in the big picture? Too soon to say, but the fields of psychology are filled with Frankensteins and Oppenheimers, tinkering with things that should be left alone.

So, the shooting. Crooks had to have known that this was a suicide mission, that he wouldn’t make it out alive. He openly carried a rifle onto a nearby roof, in full view of rally attendees. How did he get onto the roof? Some say that he brought a ladder, or a ladder was already waiting for him. He shimmied across the roof, found a suitable position, waited, and then fired. This all happened while attendees were screaming that someone on the roof had a gun. I’m a little surprised that the gunman wasn’t dressed in military garb, to fool the Secret Service snipers, but it appears that he wore clothes to blend into the crowd of Trump supporters.

So Crooks shoots, fails in his mission, and is immediately killed by counter snipers. All this doesn’t really add up. Is this really an act committed by a relatively normal person? What social and professional circles did Crooks move through? Considering his parents’ profession, and his appearance in the BlackRock ad, I’d say he was in close proximity to very dark organizations and machinations his entire life. I’d say he was used by the permanent state as a disposable tool to achieve the death of Donald Trump.

I honestly think this could be another case of technological possession. There’s always the shadow of the professional in shootings like this one. Crooks came within 1 inch of achieving his aim. How much training would it take to get this close to a candidate, evading the enormous police presence, and come so close to achieving your goal, all the while knowing with certainty that you are about to die a horrible death? Was 20-year old Crooks really capable of all that?

Washington’s greatest mistake

Is America losing faith in democracy? Are we slowly releasing our grip on a grand experiment that some believe should be held onto firmly, no matter the consequences? Or are greater numbers arriving at an inevitable disillusionment, as one does when they realize that the water they see in the distance is just a mirage? We’ve chased this particular mirage far into the desert, and the unspoken conclusion is that we should’ve never chased it in the first place. The illusion of democracy creates unjustifiable dreams in far too many people. Politicians and candidates spout fantasies, dreams that will manifest if they should be elected. The Promised Land never emerges, and the loss of hope instills intense resentment among those who believed the lies.

We should never have indulged the fantasies that come with the democratically-elected Presidency. Who does the President represent, anyway. Has his many incarnations really ever represented us at all? Eight years of some new huckster, borne aloft by his skill at weaving fantasies, spends his tenure as a short-lived activist, ensuring his agenda is fulfilled, never our own. The ideal President would be one who does almost nothing, aside from ensuring the well-oiling of the clockwork machine created by our Founders. But we have had nothing but an unbroken succession of activist Presidents, each throwing the nation manufactured chaos as he makes good on the promises made to his wealthy and influential supporters.

The greatest mistake our nation ever made was made in its infancy, and made by arguably its greatest hero. George Washington retired after two terms to his farm, setting the standard for American Presidents ever since. What would our nation look like now if he’d remained President until his death in 1799, passing the baton to either to one of his three children, or to another of the Founders.

As anathema as it might be to the public conscience, America should have established a hereditary monarchy, of Washington, Jefferson, and Adams. Imagine an unbroken lineage of Adams’ on an American throne and ask yourself honestly if we’d be better off. We most certainly would. Imagine a direct descendant of Jefferson currently sitting on an American throne, us free of the societal fracturing that results from Presidential elections.

Imagine an Eisenhower remaining in office until his death in 1969. A far steadier and sturdier nation would have resulted than what we’d got.

A forgotten tidbit of American history is that, in 1789, America almost did get a king, albeit a Prussian one. In that year, as the relatively weak and disordered nation struggled to maintain control, held together by the Articles of Confederation, Nathanial Gorham (president of the Continental Congress at that time), wrote to Prince Henry of Prussia, son of none other than Frederick the Great. Prince Henry was offered to accept the role of King of the United States. How would history have panned out, had we been ruled over by a Prussian instead of this 8-year succession of grifters and activists?

Democracy eventually ends in dictatorship, so why not head off that inevitability by establishing a constitutional monarchy? Why not establish a university, in the vein of West Point, that breeds future rulers? Why not something, anything, other than what we have now? But we know it won’t happen.

America will cling to democracy as one clings to an opiate addiction, even as it takes its final, narcotic breath.

The Great Replacement comes to Springfield, Ohio

Springfield, a city of around 55,000 residents, has been thrown into crisis as a result of an influx of 20,000 illegal Haitian migrants having been settled there over the past four years.  This Middle America town has been thrust to the front lines of an engineered demographic revolution known by many as the Great Replacement. Having arrived and settled this area under our far-too-generous asylum system, the city is scrambling to provide housing for these newcomers, ironically providing aid and charity to their replacements.

Why does America, and why do Americans, feel obligated to self-immolate to provide aid to these foreign masses? Why does it seem like we as a culture have no self-respect when it comes to invasion-level immigration? Haiti has fallen into lawless chaos, but why does that mean that we are obligated to accept every person fleeing the chaos?

Time to learn self-respect and put an end to this slow-motion suicide.

The Lancet estimates that over 180,000 may have been killed by Israel in Gaza

Using a carefully calculated ratio of four “indirect deaths” to one “direct death”, the prestigious Lancet Journal estimates the Gaza death toll could be at least 180,000, with most of the dead still buried under the rubble. And the killing shows no sign of abating, as Israel continues its random bombing runs of what remains of the Gaza population.

America will never come to terms with what it has wedded itself to in Israel, which is no less than the unrestrained dark heart of the human race, a prehistoric evil given modern weaponry, a vicious creed that can only be accurately described as psychological rabies, meaning and identity derived only through the slaughter of its perceived enemies. That is what Israel is, and what it will always be. This creed that animates it is built upon mass murder. I sincerely hope that serious scholars are writing tracts for posterity’s sake on this abyssal evil.

Israel, the ultimate victims in its own mind, gives itself free rein to exact disproportionate blood atonement for imagined enemies. Sure, Israel has many enemies. When you murder entire villages, drop white phosphorous on Lebanese farmers, and hold an entire people captive in an open-air concentration camp, enemies will seem to appear overnight.

Israel will never stop until someone makes them stop. They will never stop until the money and weapons cease to flow from American taxpayers. Until then, Americans will be forced to foot the bill for this cold-blooded, black-eyed societal crocodile. But cut off the funds and guns, and this crocodile won’t sink back into the mire without trying to take us with it. It’s grown too big, too bloodthirsty, too inhuman. Just imagine what some future American generation will be forced to live through because we couldn’t put the cork back on this particular bottle.