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1stname1ndname · 7 months
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abovetopsecretxxl · 5 months
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commiepinkofag · 8 months
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A gay “kiss-in” demonstration Yonge and Bloor streets, Toronto, 17 July 1976
L to R: David Foreman, Tim McCaskell, Ed Jackson, Merv Walker, David Gibson, Michael Riordon. Credit: Gerald Hannon, Canadian Lesbian and Gay Archives, accession 1986-032/08P(35).
On February 9, 1976, gay activists Tom Field and Bill Holloway were arrested at the corner of Yonge and Bloor streets in Toronto for kissing in public. They were charged with obstructing the sidewalk and committing an indecent act. Ironically, the men had been posing for photographs for an article on homophobia to be published in the now-defunct newspaper Alternative to Alienation. …
Field and Holloway were found guilty of committing an indecent act by Judge Charles Drukarsh on July 13, 1976, and were each fined $50. The ruling infuriated Gay Alliance Toward Equality [GATE], the Body Politic, and members of the community. The need for protest was in the air, but only a very special kind of protest would do. 
A few days later, on July 17, GATE and the Body Politic sponsored a kiss-in to support the right for gay people to publicly show affection. About twenty people paraded in same-sex couples at Yonge and Bloor streets, kissing as they walked. Policemen watched from the sidelines, but did not intervene. The protesters had made their point. — Donald W. McLeod
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Namaste 🙏. Finally timespace/spacetime lines are merging congruently. This happened in 2Q13 [?]
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naturalrights-retard · 5 months
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A Swiss official has called for the arrest of Klaus Schwab and other globalist elites over allegations of “democide.”
Top banker Pascal Najadi has joined forces with Dr. Astrid Stuckelberger, a prominent health expert from Geneva, to demand criminal prosecutions of those behind the deadly Covid shots, which they describe as “bioweapons.”
Najadi and Stuckelberger outline details of their claim in a bombshell new documentary titled “Cutting off the Head of the Snake.”
In the film, they delve into the dark underbelly of globalist organizations headquartered in Geneva, Switzerland.
NN reports: Najadi specifically focuses on the World Economic Forum (WEF), which his late father, Hussain Najadi, reportedly co-founded along with Chairman Klaus Schwab.
Hussain Najadi was assassinated in 2013
Pascal Najadi is a retired Swiss business banker who wields significant influence around the world.
His job was to advise countries and heads of state on the financial direction of the country.
In one example of his power, Najadi was responsible for the recent resignation of Switzerland’s President Alain Berset.
The resignation came after Najadi filed a criminal lawsuit at the high Supreme Court of Switzerland against Berset.
He accused Berset of making false statements surrounding the effectiveness of Covid mRNA vaccines.
As a result of Najadi’s case, Berset will now step down as the nation’s leader at the end of this year.
In the documentary, Najadi reveals his late father’s disdain for the Geneva-based WEF.
Hussain Najadi left the organization in the early 1980s, leaving Klaus Schwab at the helm.
“Everything evil in the world related to democide unfortunately comes from Geneva,” Najadi said.
“You have WHO [World Health Organization] in Geneva, you have GAVI [Bill Gates’s Vaccine Alliance], then you have the WEF, which my father was a co-founder and left Klaus Schwab out of disgust in the early eighty’s that has diplomatic immunity.
“I, as a Swiss citizen right here, now declare that the WEF is not eligible anymore for diplomatic immunity,” Najabi said.
He urges the Swiss authorities to arrest those responsible for advocating a “global humanity injection by a bioweapon.”
Najabi argues that Big Pharma, Big Tech, Bill Gates, the WEF, the WHO, and other globalist entities are implicated in the scheme.
He notes that he and his mother are victims of the “bioweapons” and says they are both “dying” after receiving the injections.
“I call on the Swiss authorities and security to arrest those people immediately.
“Why? The WEF, WHO, GAVI, Big Pharma, Big Tech, and Bill Gates all advocated a global humanity injection by a bioweapon injecting nanolipids into 5.7 billion people.
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wen-kexing-apologist · 4 months
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Thoughts on Last Twilight Ep. 5
Okay so a tell tale sign of a really good show for me is when I am rendered incapable of talking about it, which is why you’ve never seen a single analysis of I Told Sunset About You or I Promised You the Moon out of me, because if I think about that show too hard the bees return to my brain. And I’m having that problem with Last Twilight too where my chest feels absolutely bursting with feelings but I do not know that I am capable of writing anything about this show that is structured or coherent without prompting. So, here’s some incoherent ramblings I guess. 
First off, Aof is fucking brilliant and I am really desperately in love with the way that Mhok and Day just so beautifully complement each other/round each other out. I love that they have two completely disparate backgrounds and yet they can relate to one another so well. 
Mhok was literally imprisoned, and with the ankle monitor and very likely under some form of house arrest or curfew. Mhok walked through the world after his release from prison completely branded as a criminal, and unable to maintain his career because people always took him at face value. Day lost his career because of his blindness, and then willfully imprisoned himself in his own room because of how heavily he was grieving. 
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Mhok knows what it is like to be looked at and judged, and I really loved earlier on in the show how confused he was at why Day would be bothered by that, presumably because he got used to being stared at himself. And I love that Mhok learned his lesson about that by trying to understand Day in a way no one has really taken the time to do for Mhok himself. I love that Mhok is able to take his own experiences of being stared at as a comparison for what it is like to not know if you are being looked at and judged. 
Rung lost her life, and that has fundamentally impacted Mhok and Mhok’s relationship to his sister. Similarly, Day lost (or at least thought he lost) the life he had which has fundamentally impacted himself and his relationship to Night. I don’t know that I have enough information yet to definitively declare how Rung’s death has impacted Mhok’s behavior and approach to life, but I do like to think that Mhok’s experience around Rung’s death, the fact he wasn’t there for her, the fact that he had to go through his first year of life without her imprisoned, may have been a contributing factor to how and why Mhok is so determined to get Day to live his life again. 
I don’t know, I was just thinking about Mhok’s suggestion that Day does his normal thing and goes to Gee’s game immediately following a conversation about Rung’s death and how he thought he would be able to make her False Rice again some day, just felt so clarifying to me as to how and why Mhok approaches Day the way he does. Because Day and Mhok both understand the meaning of “I thought I had more time” so well, for such fundamentally different reasons. 
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I love that Mhok is starting to open up more to Day. Which, when you think about it, Mhok has been pretty private about his life despite knowing so much about Day’s life right out of the gate. I personally read this as a strong indicator for Mhok’s feelings for Day and how he is making a concerted effort to move from caretaker to lover. And there are so many fun layers to that relationship because their current relationship is not balanced. There is a bidirectional imbalance in the caretaker and client relationship. Mhok has power over Day’s daily life and if he wanted to he could have radically more control over Day’s autonomy. As Day’s caregiver, Mhok inherently has access to much more personal information about Day than Day would have for Mhok. Yet Day is still his employer, still his boss, working for Day is still what pays Mhok’s bills. So in order to sort of bridge that divide, Mhok needs to start working to shift their balance. Mhok already balances the physical caretaking elements of his relationship to Day rather well, and has let Day determine what he can do on his own and what he needs help with, so he isn’t stripping Day of his autonomy. 
If Mhok really wants a chance with Day, then the needs to reciprocate the personal information, and I love how smoothly everyone handled the scene. I think Sea did a phenomenal job with how he had Day react to Mhok’s story, as if some things started clicking in to place for him. Day and Mhok have never talked about Mhok’s background, at most Day has brushed aside the information about Mhok having assault charges. I don’t know yet that Day understands just how much Mhok is capable of relating to Day’s feelings and experiences, because he’s been so busy in the past few episodes focusing on how much Mhok is incapable of relating to Day’s feelings and experiences. 
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I am not the first, nor will I be the last person to say that I loved the allusions to Day and Mhok’s relationships to their siblings. Once again there is some commonality between them there, in that their relationships are complex. We currently have a very limited view of Rung. As far as we know she was ambitious and hopeful, and then she hit a really bad low after her nail salon failed and ultimately completed suicide. We haven’t seen any indication from flashbacks or the like of Rung’s flaws, we haven’t actually seen her fail Mhok, or be heartless to Mhok. Yet Mhok agrees with Day’s initial comment that the hydrangeas means heartless. Because Mhok is still mad at Rung for leaving him, he is still stuck in his grief. We haven’t seen him put in any time or effort to process his own pain, instead Mhok is doing what grieving people do, and helping someone else instead. 
I am sure Rung was not a perfect person, I am hoping we get more flashbacks of her and get to see more of her flaws, more of the relationship she and Mhok actually had. I am hoping we get a change for Day to help Mhok navigate his own pain, just like Mhok has been helping Day. But it was certainly interesting to see the parallels between Day saying that Mhok has fallen for Night’s act, thinking him nice while Mhok has associated his sister with heartlessness. 
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And I don’t know that I have the energy to get in to it right now in any further detail (hey look at me, trying to keep things short), but I do just want to acknowledge the fact that Mhok has really committed to giving Day as much of a sensory experience as he can. When Mhok took Day out on the practice date, he wore perfume so Day could smell him (and as an aside I love that Mhok puts effort in to making himself look good even though Day can’t see him). When Mhok took Day out on the walk to cheer him up, he brought him to a bridge on a public road, where there are sounds, and there is a fence that Day can feel; he brought him to a flower shop where Day can smell and feel the flowers and where there are bright colors that might register within Day’s limited vision. 
Mhok was constantly touching Day in so many different ways. Casual/platonic touch when he’s performing his duties as caregiver; quickly and playfully when he’s trying to get Day to chase him; heavily and intentionally when he’s both comforting Day and when he’s turning up the charm. One of my favorites is honestly the moment that Day lets his fingers curl around Mhok’s hand when Day switches to using August as a guide. 
Anyway, I love this show so much, it is quickly climbing the ranks to become one of my favorites of 2023.
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ptseti · 15 days
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Bill Gates ask the Danish government to support DTP vaccination of 161 million African children…
Gates claimed it was saving 30 million lives, so the Danish government asked for the data, of which Gates had none…
So they went to Africa and looked at 30 years of DTP data. What they found was “SHOCKING”…
Girls injected with the DTP vaccine were dying at 10 times the rate of those who weren’t vaccinated
this fvcker needs to be ARRESTED
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spacedoutman · 20 days
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【𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤】
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(𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭)
Description: They called themselves Kiss, deciding the moment they joined, they'd kiss everything goodbye in exchange for going out in a blaze of glory. But is it really worth it? Is anything really worth it?
(Heavily inspired off the Dillinger gang + Pretty boy Floyd.)
♥ X
Note: I wrote this at 1:42 a.m and finished it at 2:20 am. I am running on no sleep for the past few days. It's canon, Peter Criss wears a stetson and dresses like walking dollar bills. Ace has had about thirty death scares and looks like a farmer (Reference: Homer van Meter) , Paul has been arrested twice and Gene had an edgy phase a little too early.
(I have so much lore for this | Art is Gerda Wegener, Queen of Hearts)
Warnings: Violence
!𝐚𝐨𝟑
Cackling and gunshots made for a terrible chorus—oh, and screaming. There was a hell of a lot of that. Ace’s legs shook as he sent a fury of bullets into the crowd after the pure gold chandelier. His heart jumped like he’d been shocked. His shoulder threatened to fly out of socket as his Tommy gun kicked like a mule. The light was so bright it burnt.
He stumbled back into Paul, who gripped his colt, jerking it to any unfortunate soul in the crowd who dared to twitch. His eyes rested ungodly wide. He breathed shakily, Ace pulling him a bit as he fell.
“You gonna’ give us what we want?” Gene snapped to a low growl as he let the rough sack sink over his shoulder.
The bank teller’s eyes widened. More people dropped. He stumbled back, slamming against the larger-than-life safe. Crystals glimmered in the sunlight as they dropped off the chandelier like rain. Ace jumped to catch as many as he could. “Ace, you’re supposed to be watching!” Paul hissed, pushing Ace off. Ace wobbled back, giggling as Gene kicked open the golden gate, storming around the counter.
He pressed his fingers into the teller’s face, pulling him over hard. He made it look easy. He glared at him through a wicked gaze. The man’s chest caved with every shallow breath he took. Gene grinned as he watched the cold sweat pour down his face. “What’s your name?” Gene taunted slyly, caressing his cheek.
Paul gulped. Hard. Ace shoved him away. “Back off.” Ace groaned, more bored than anything. He combed a hand through his messy hair. The teller’s eyes darted to the rest of the staff, who cowered against the sparkling fence separating them from the rest of the lobby. Paul rushed in, his heels clicking and reflection racing across the blue marble tiles.
Gene could hear Paul’s heart thudding through his ribs. Paul leaned to the counter, snatching everything that even looked valuable. His head was about to burst.--oh. He also grabbed the shotgun. “You know what?” Gene reached in his pocket with his spare hand. “I like that. What’s the code?” The teller shook his head rapidly.
“It’s a time lock!” He shrunk as far down as Gene would let him.
Gene looked down from a lifted chin. A smirk spread on his lips. “Is it?” Amusement drenched his voice. “You’ the manager?”
Paul raced out, slamming the gate behind him. His hat threatened to fly off. “I like those pearls.” Ace said childishly, holding out his open hand. Large, gaudy pearls hung around a lady’s neck. She reached back with trembling hands, barely able to hold herself up as her legs turned to jello. The man beside her held himself. A tight scowl landed straight on his face. “—Oh, and I’ll take your rings.”
“Paul, is anyone outside?” Gene’s shouts echoed through the massive bank.
Paul hopped over the sprawled out bodyguard and the pool of red. He raced to the window, sliding the dramatic gilded-maroon curtains out of the way. A crowd started to gather and no one in it looked particularly happy. Paul jerked to face Gene, who leaned closer to the teller, flicking his tongue like a snake. Ace climbed onto a desk, swinging his legs to and fro like a kid.
“Peter, work your magic.” Paul huffed, barely able to even chase his breath even though the smell of fine perfume was appetizing.
Papers flew off along with a jar as Paul caught himself on another desk. Ink splashed. He held his machine gun tight, crouching behind it and gulping down his thudding heart. His ribs were too tight for it to go down. Ace’s laughter boomed louder than any explosion. Gene smirked, backing out with the teller. He took him by the hair and turned him around to face the vault. The teller gasped.
Peter Criss straightened his silk tie. His face was straighter. He wore a dull look as he slid his sleek black bag off his shoulders, kneeling in front of the safe. The teller gulped down vomit. “Come on out, girls.” Gene cooed, glancing at the all male staff, who could win a record for how fast they did what they were told.
Peter grabbed his bag and walked out, dusting his hands like he wasn’t robbing a bank. Ace curled up on the desk, chest burning from laughter. He forced out little sob-wheezes and clutched his bowler hat tight to his head. Paul dropped his gun, throwing his hands over his ears. Gene dropped the teller, doing the same and crouching away.
BANG!
Ace screamed and giggled as his heart picked up pace. The adrenaline pumping through their veins numbed them, just like the intense, grating ringing. Gene swept his bag off the floor, blowing a kiss to the teller, who hugged himself tight as possible. Gene backwards jogged, tipping his hat before spinning around and speeding in.
The safe door creaked before—CRASHHH!!! It fell like a boulder, denting the floor. Peter ran over with a couple bags.
“Watch them, Ace!” Paul cried, holding back panic as he rushed for it.
Gene held his jaw from dropping. He had never seen anything like it for the third time. Peter’s bags were already almost full. Paul stumbled and fell. It was like being a pirate and stumbling on millions of years of treasure. Cash was stacked to heaven—aka, the roof of the shiny, dark grey safe. Gene clutched his chest as his heart leapt over a beat so hard it hurt.
“Get packing!” Paul cried, his voice breaking a bit.
Gene knelt. Ace slung himself up. “Alright, the lot of you..” He purred all flirty, resting his finger on his lower lip. “Whose ready to play a game of.. drop or get shot?” The thirty or so people hit the ground. Ace cackled, lifting his gun from beside him like it was his baby. A man stood up. He opened his mouth. Ace narrowed his eyes. A tight, long smile crept across his lips.
“You don’t want to play?”
Ace made a circle around the end before running his finger down the barrel. He watched like he was thinking over something. He couldn’t be more wrong. He looked back at the man, his hands shaking as adrenaline pumped. The man’s eyes were shut tight and his face contorted in fear. His arms were glued to his sides. He could hardly stand.
Ace was bordering euphoric.
He aimed the thing. The man’s eyes shot open as he tried to choke up anything before—
-he toppled like a domino. Gunshots exploded. A blood-curdling scream burst from Ace as he joined him, his neck almost snapping as he somersaulted over the desk, crashing into the floor hard enough to shatter every bone in his body. Paul whipped around. Gene joined him. Paul glanced before turning right back to look.
“T-The.. the fuck?” Peter stammered.
He could barely be heard over shots which fired like whole ass explosions. Their ears all rang like hell. Peter clenched the bag, freezing for a split second then hitting the ground. Paul’s rasping breaths quickened. His chest clutched his lungs as his whole body curled in on itself. He shut his eyes as tight as possible, screaming in horror. Gene’s breath fled.
He sobered like a drunk man as his eyes tried to dart from each row of fire. The curtains fell like feathers. Zipping ripped through the air along with a sharp stench as bullets smashed into and bounced off the walls, gates and even a couple people. A vacant look landed on Gene’s face as dizziness hit him.
“.. F-Faster!” He faltered, grabbing Peter’s shoulder and shaking him quickly. “Oh god, what the hell are we gonna’ do?!”
Peter yanked himself up. “Peter, Peter.. no..” Paul whispered through his clenching throat, Gene shaking him harder. Peter fell in on himself. Memories raced through his head. Paul just knew Peter was going to get up. “It’s a death run!” Each word flew through one ear and out the other. Peter grabbed his gun tight, standing up and racing straight into the fire.
Gene fell back against the counter. Paul did too. Shouting blared. Ace’s scratchy, guttural wails echoed like they were in a cathedral. Sirens made for a nice instrumental. Shock and horror melted off his voice. Paul exploded into terrified sobs. Gene’s head fell. He shut his eyes tight as possible. Peter shouted taunts and curses in a furious storm, racing from window to window and firing.
Gene’s lids were dyed red. His heart not only dropped into his stomach but hit every bump and ridge on the way. His legs grew weak. His gun slid from his hand.
Heat layered in the already burning room. Sparks hissed like a yard of angry cats. A firework flew in.
Maybe being in it to die wasn’t so worth it now.
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twinflamedreams · 11 days
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1stname1ndname · 6 months
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abovetopsecretxxl · 5 months
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Son of WEF Founder is dying, wants Arrest of Schwab, Gates et al ✌@abovetopsecretxxl
https://berndpulch.org/2023/10/28/son-of-wef-founder-is-dying-wants-arrest-of-schwab-gates-et-al-%e2%9c%8cabovetopsecretxxl/
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explorationsoftheid · 9 months
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STOP IT!
OK, I’m going to rant a bit, but it’s something that’s been bothering me for a long time. One of my special interests is the English Language. I have studied it, I have learned many of its (often arcane) rules. Most importantly I know that words have meanings. These meanings are not trivial, they change the meaning of what you say. If you use a word incorrectly, your whole statement can at best not make sense, at worse it can mean something you never intended. You can even do harm without intending to.
Take for example the word Privilege. What is the actual meaning of Privilege?
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Privilege is a right, immunity or benefit granted to someone based on their status, power, wealth, position, etc. The Mayor not getting arrested for drunk driving is privilege. The idiot son getting into Yale because the family made a big donation is privilege. Privilege is based on status and is granted by someone else.
Yet, I’ve been seeing people saying “Masking is a Privilage”
NO IT’S NOT!
Masking is a skill. It is an ability some people have and others do not. Like math or dancing it is a talent someone has inside of them. It is NOT based on status and it is NOT granted by someone else. Masking is a SKILL. I can’t dance and my friend can’t do math. It would sound absurd to say that those that can have the privilege of dancing or doing math. No, they have skills that we don’t, it’s as simple as that.
The problem is not merely of semantics. It’s not merely that people are using the word wrong. The problem is the deeper meaning of the word. Privilege has a strong implication of someone doing something wrong. Most people would use the word privilege if the President took a call from his friend the real estate tycoon and helped him avoid criminal charges. They would not say the same if the President took Bill Gates’ call and helped him try to cure malaria. Privilege has an air of doing something wrong especially to benefit themselves to the detriment of everyone else. No good can come from privilege.
Yet there are those that call my masking a privilege. By doing this they cannot help but make me and others who can mask, who have that skill, feel guilty for doing it. Hey, we all have enough gilt heaped on us just for being neurodivergent. Don’t make things worse by adding more, just because we have learned some coping skills that others may not be as good at.
Stop calling masking a privilege, it isn’t.
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misfit-mania-the-first · 10 months
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EARN It Act is back, and so are its sibling bills
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The us government is currently trying to destroy privacy and encryption online under the guise of protecting children. These four bills, along with age-gating internet usage will lead to abortion arrests, widespread grooming of children, and loss of all privacy with age verification.
Here are some links to learn more. I don’t expect you to take me at my word. I want you to understand what’s happening.
https://www.badinternetbills.com/ has a summary of each bill and a section for contacting your lawmakers, signing petitions, and even more links with useful information about what exactly these would do to the internet
https://linktr.ee/stopkosa this linktree has a lizzo contact link to let her know, an open letter against KOSA, a call script, petitions, and a link to a discord that is completely focused on fighting all bills and acts listed above
I understand you’re burnt out. I know this is the third time we’ve had to fight Earn it, but they are trying to wear us down, trying to make us weak so they can slip these in and take us down. We can’t let them win.
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xox000xox · 7 months
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WATCH: Bill Gates car gets surrounded by very angry people.
“MURDERER!!! We know who you are you son of a bitch!!! Arrest, Bill Gates!!!!!”
@GeneralMCNews
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naturalrights-retard · 5 months
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#10 - 97% of scientists don’t agree on ‘climate crisis.’
#9 - EU politician makes bold statements about Donald Trump.
#8 - Tucker Carlson declares, “The whole George Floyd story was a lie.”
#7 - Man gets dragged out of Hillary Clinton rally for asking about Bill Clinton’s trips to Epstein Island.
#6 - Big Pharma doesn’t want you to know that statin drugs are impairing brain function.
#5 - New research finds heart anomalies within 48 hours after the COVID-19 shot.
#4 - Florida Surgeon General drops eye-opening revelations on Biden admin’s booster push.
#3 - Swiss banker calls for arrest of Bill Gates and those responsible for “democide.”
#2 - Whistleblower reveals startling data linking tens of thousands of New Zealand deaths to the COVID jabs.
#1 - Pfizer hid nearly 80% of COVID-19 vaccine trial deaths from regulators in order to qualify for Emergency Use Authorization.
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