Democrats used Mueller in the same way they used Biden. Like marionettes.

Ukraine is recruiting elderly and mentally handicapped now. Evil.

My nonverbal kiddo just said kitty cat and whiskers.

How can people in NYC not see that stuff is expensive because they've elected leftoids for 20 years?

Better get your bitcoin buys in before the government fines the major banks over the debanking of conservatives.

The big #banks are getting ready to have to pay massive fines for debanking conservatives during the #Biden term. #nostr

You're not another gender. You're just ugly.

Why are democrat men all so bitchy and effeminate?

Going to make a good sized bitcoin buy today at a discount.

The words "influencer" and "content" need to be catapulted into the sun.

I'm not noticing prices getting lower and it should be insulting to hear of this booming economy or golden age.

How can they not see the glaring contradiction of being free to openly call the president a fascist?

“What if COVID wasn’t just a medical emergency — but a financial incentive structure for soft democide?” When a hospital makes more money from a dead COVID patient than a live one, and when dissenting doctors are threatened or silenced, you don’t need a conspiracy — you’ve built a machine that accidentally kills the right people to protect the wrong system.

What if COVID wasn’t an accident? What if, after Russiagate, Ukrainegate, two impeachments, and relentless media warfare failed to stop the rise of populism — rogue elements inside our own government hit the emergency button? Not just to stop Trump, but to halt the larger movement — the loss of control over the narrative, the return of tradition, and the rising skepticism of elite institutions. The timing was perfect. The release originated from a lab in Wuhan, funded with help from U.S.-based EcoHealth Alliance and NIH-backed gain-of-function research. The same officials who denied this connection under oath were later exposed via FOIA’d emails showing internal panic — and coordination. Hospitals were flooded with federal money — but only when patients were diagnosed, isolated, intubated, and declared dead from COVID. The elderly, the religious, the chronically ill — those seen as “burdens” to the system — were wiped out in cold clinical silence. Families were locked out. Priests barred. Goodbye replaced with FaceTime. And those who asked questions were silenced, deplatformed, or fired. They called it public health. But what it looks like — when you step back — is State-sanctioned democide, incentivized by bureaucracy, and globalized through fear. It wasn’t just China. It wasn’t just Fauci. It was a convergence of interests — global and domestic — that saw COVID as a reset button. A resetting of the power dynamic between the People and the State.

Tomorrow I'm ordering some more tropical fish. In my shopping cart are 9 cardinal tetras, 9 Congo tetras, 9 albino cardinal tetras and 6 albino corydora cats. One day shipping. I redid the aquascape of our big living room tank to have a bare candy area in the front corner so that the corys have an area to sift around in the black sand. The albinos should stand out against the black. I pruned back a pretty considerable amount of plants to open it all up more. And the way I set up the hardscape and wood gives it the feeling of depth. I put darker things toward the back so that from across the room you get the illusion of it being a glass portal into a riverbed. Also the tank looks quite different depending on how close to the front glass the light on top sits. It feels like several different tanks just from light angles. I went really minimalist with the plants to keep it as open as possible because these neons display some insanely cool behavior when they are happy doing these crazy schooling figure 8 patterns in the late evening. There's a window that hits the front corner of the tank between 5pm and 8pm so these fish experience a real sunset. Between that, the live foods (I keep a brine shrimp hatchery and infusoria culture), pristine water from tons of water changes and extra strong filtration, these things display the coolest breeding behaviors. And then they gobble the eggs up in maybe two seconds. The only fish I've had luck breeding were my celestial pearl danios in another room. They lay their eggs in a little bowl of moss and rocks you place in a dark corner of the tank. They're sunrise breeders. You can move the bowl to an empty tank after a couple days and watch for babies.

Holy shit ethereum just busted 3700

The Equity Trap: “But I’m one of you” Jacob often thought of himself as a man ahead of his time. Though barely 27, he had already written countless diatribes on social media that made their rounds, shared by his growing circle of online comrades. They called him brave, incisive, a voice for the downtrodden. Jacob didn’t disagree. He was so proud of himself for his sober and moral perspective. He was better than those “greedy fascists”. Over several months of owning the capitalist pigs online Jacob developed a hefty opinion of himself and his sense of compassion. “Those poor, unfortunate souls are just too dumb to understand. They’ve been brainwashed by capitalist propaganda into a greedy and selfish mindset. If they only knew the truth like I do…” Jacob thought to himself. From the modest duplex he shared with his wife, Sarah, and their two kids, Ella and Max, Jacob typed with a sense of righteous fury. “How can we call this justice,” he wrote one night, “when millionaires and billionaires hoard their fortunes while others starve? A better world is possible if we dismantle privilege and redistribute wealth!” The words felt so good as they spilled onto the screen. It tickled just the right place in Jacob’s psyche. Jacob liked to imagine his posts igniting revolutions. His comrades in the group chat agreed. He felt a magnificent rush of dopamine coarse through his system like a person playing a casino slot machine. It felt so good to be so righteous. So exalted. Sarah, leaning against the kitchen counter after a long shift at their small town’s only diner, lovingly mocks him. “Baby, you’ve been posting that same rant for weeks. It never stops. All it does is annoy people.” “It’s important,” he replied, barely looking up. “Important,” she repeated, folding her arms. “And what about the rent that’s due? Or the kids’ school fees? Or the fact that Ella’s shoes are falling apart?” Jacob sighed dramatically. “You don’t get it, Sarah. We’re part of the problem. Compared to most of the world, we’re privileged.” “Privileged?” Her voice rose, incredulous. “We live paycheck to paycheck. We’ve got nothing to give!” “Not true.” He gestured around the cramped apartment as if presenting evidence. “We’ve got a roof over our heads, a fridge full of food, running water, internet, cell phones—” Sarah cut him off. “Basics, Jacob. Basics. You want to give up the basics too?” Jacob returned to his screen, typing furiously. Sarah shook her head and went back to cleaning, muttering, “One day, you’ll regret this.” The Revolution Arrives The revolution Jacob had championed wasn’t supposed to reach his doorstep. It was supposed to target them—the billionaires, the CEOs, those parasitic landlords, the true hoarders. But one gray morning, a thunderous pounding at the door jolted the family out of their routine. BANG. BANG. BANG. Sarah froze mid-coffee pour. Ella and Max peered nervously from the living room. Jacob, heart pounding, went to the door. He cracked it open to find three officials in gray uniforms standing stiffly on the stoop. “Comrade Jacob?” the lead official asked. “Uh… yes?” “We’re here for an equity requisition.” Jacob blinked. “Equi-…wha? We’re the good guys. What? No, no, you’ve got the wrong house. We’re not…we don’t have anything to requisition.” “Let me educate you in plain language so you can understand. It’s like an audit. Do you know what the word means?”, the investigator interrupts while choking back his frustration behind a cold and clinical tone. The lead official raises a clipboard and very deliberately taps his pen on it with every syllable. “Your household exceeds the global median income. By definition, you’re privileged.” “What?” Jacob spouted. “That’s ridiculous! We’re barely making ends meet!” The official pushed past him, nodding to his subordinates. “All households are subject to inspection. Equality applies to everyone.” It’s Just Business. Don’t Take It Personally In a whirlwind, the officials began cataloging the duplex. One opened the fridge, scribbling in a notebook. “Half-empty,” the official noted. “Still excessive by global standards.” “Excessive?” Sarah snapped, stepping forward. “That’s our kids’ food!” Another official pointed at the TV. “Unnecessary luxury. It’s just business. Don’t take it personally. You seem like nice people. Use your creativity. Why are you using television to parent your children anyway? Studies show that screens are bad for development. We’re doing the kids a favor.” “It’s a hand-me-down!” Jacob protested. “We need it to keep the kids entertained!” The official’s pen hovered. “Many families go without entertainment devices. You will be forced to spend time with your kids. I informed you about the scientific studies. It will be redistributed. Or do you want me to place a notation in your file that you are a science denier? A conspiracy theorist?” Jacob stood helplessly as they boxed up the TV, Ella’s toys, and even the family’s well-worn microwave. “You can’t take that!” Sarah shouted, her voice cracking. “How am I supposed to cook?” The lead official didn’t blink. “You’ll adapt.” Panic Among the Comrades Desperate, Jacob whipped out his phone and opened the group chat. “Guys,” he typed frantically, “they’re here. They’re taking everything.” Replies came in quickly. Comrade Ryan: “They came to my place yesterday. Took my bike and laptop!” Comrade Lisa: “Jacob, this is how we create equality. Don’t complain now.” Comrade Jacob: “Easy for you to say, Lisa. You’ve got a dishwasher!” Comrade Lisa: “And arthritis. The dishwasher’s a necessity for me.” Comrade Ryan: “At least you don’t have a car, Jacob. They took mine!” Jacob’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “Ryan, you didn’t even use your car! Tell them to come back and take your stuff instead!” Before he could send the message, one of the officials plucked the phone from his hand. “Hey!” Jacob cried. “All electronics are subject to redistribution,” the official explained. “Your phone components will fund a community initiative.” “What initiative?” Sarah demanded, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The official didn’t flinch. “A program for transgender homeless individuals with alopecia. We are working toward a society in which everyone is represented.” Jacob stared, speechless. A Lesson in Privilege The officials moved to the kids’ bedroom. Ella clung to her stuffed bear as they boxed up the rest of her toys. “Please,” Sarah begged. “Leave her bear.” The lead official hesitated, then nodded. “One item per child may be retained.” “Wow,” Sarah muttered bitterly. “How generous.” Jacob stood in the wreckage of his living room, his fists clenched. “This isn’t what I meant! I didn’t mean us!” The lead official turned to him. “Everyone must sacrifice for the greater good, comrade. This is the equality you fought for.” Jacob opened his mouth but couldn’t form words. His slogans and posts echoed in his mind, hollow and mocking. A Hard Truth Hours later, the officials left, their van loaded with the family’s belongings. The duplex felt cavernous, stripped of its comforts. Sarah sat on the bare floor, holding Ella close. Max played with a single block, the only toy he had left. Jacob sank beside Sarah, his head in his hands. “I didn’t think this would happen.” “No kidding,” she said, her voice thick with anger. “You thought it would happen to someone else.” “I thought…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “I thought we were fighting for justice.” Sarah looked at him, her eyes sharp. “Justice? This isn’t justice. This is tyranny, Jacob. And you helped it happen.” Jacob’s breath hitched. “I didn’t know…” “You didn’t think,” she cut him off. “You let them twist your compassion into something cruel. And now, look around. Look at what you’ve done.” Jacob stared at the empty shelves, the echoing walls. For the first time, he truly saw what had happened: in their zeal to dismantle privilege, they had destroyed everything—including themselves. As night fell, the duplex stood silent and bare. Jacob sat awake, staring at the space where the TV used to be, haunted by a single, devastating realization: the world he had fought to build was not a utopia. #dystopianfiction #socialcommentary #totalitarianism #satire #psychologicalwarfare #nostr #liberty #freedom #cautionary

Erasure of Political Opponents from Records Mind Game: Retroactively deleted purged figures (like Trotsky) from photos, books, and archives. Purpose: Rewrote history to make dissent disappear and confuse the public. Falsification: Official encyclopedias, newspapers, and records were "updated" to reflect the current Party line. Communism is deadly. #marx #marxism #communism

False Reporting of Election Participation Mind Game: Claimed 99% voter turnout in one-party "elections" with near-unanimous support. Reality: Participation was coerced, votes were monitored, and results were pre-determined. Propaganda: Used inflated statistics to show enthusiastic support for the regime. #marx #communism #leftism

Chernobyl Disaster (1986) Mind Game: Initially denied the scope of the nuclear meltdown. Reality: Tried to conceal radiation levels and the health impact for weeks. Lies used: Fake radiation readings, false statements about containment, and delayed evacuations. Thousands suffered as a result. #marx #marxism