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To be chanted whenever the O Machine 1 fails: Rumor has it that the Enigma Was to Churchill a foul stigma And that the ancient, creaking Babbage It was to him but so much cabbage Colossus One and Colossus Two Those gadgets too he began to rue They say he let them rust and rot - The pity is that he did not (I checked with the Lizard People on this – Churchill’s secret Second World War computers, powered by a primordial Lemurian source of energy so dangerous that even speaking its name in the ancient language of the Atlanteans is said to be fatal, are secured in a locked vault on Oak Island and guarded around the clock (set to Martian time) by the Trilateral Masonic-Vatican Continuum of deadly albino flying fish.) 1 E.M. Forster, “The Machine Stops,” 1909, Much-anthologized
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Did the Lizard People make Churchill Destroy His Secret Underground War Room Computers in 1945?
Of course one asks what was the library doing With a pipe wrench.                                  -The End-
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
William Shakespeare Murdered Edward deVere in the Library with the Pipe Wrench
Contagious Infospores infect the wild, wild internet west. Apparently the worst is the best that some can do. The goal, to make truth suspect-- to interject theories of conspiracies. Connect, connect, don’t inspect too closely. It’s mostly slander to create fear, garbled and unclear to avoid lawsuits (which doesn’t seem to be working). Fat toad preys on weak minds who can’t be bothered to analyze information and facts. They prefer hysterical attacks. It's easier to fear and hate than digest cause and effect, and accept ineluctable fate-- than to consider responsibility, mistakes and liability. It’s simpler when it’s all a plot by the powerful to persecute you (as if they have nothing better to do). And to remember that people whom you fear and hate are people not unlike you. 26 dead people didn’t disappear. They are in the ground, and in the hearts and minds of those who are living, here.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
InfoSpores--a poem for Alex Jones