Seasonal Affective Rage

Straight no chaser govmit blues

Yes, when things go wrong

So wrong with you

It hurts me too

67 in 2024 and soon, next April, the spirit of ‘68 will bless me and the good sought found. Here now I subsist and grub. Even after Covid and 26% decrease in residency and probably 70% in commuters San Francisco remains an expensive city. Of course I live cheap which saves me from the shelter and have lived cheap nigh on 50 years. Not clear how long till the House wins.

Everywhere this winter, Anno Covid 4, birds are being butchered for an imaginary monster. Is man next? How soon? Are chemtrails involved with 5G? Are demons directing all of this?

The Chinese Hungarian gypsy on Stockton doesn’t know. ChatGPT reported me to the FBI when I asked. Drinking a cup of coffee I was when my interrogator and I jousted with the one way chat from an undisclosed anti-terrorist unit Swiping and Sweeping my computer from afar. I was sure all would be well, free speech such as mine only dangerous in hindsight when the metrics are done being analysed. I thought of it more like my tussle with LinkedIn on free speech and free thought. Kindly after the fact having censored a truth filled Substack repost willy nilly without a by your leave or by the way I was told ONLY YOUR EYES ONLY. Hmm. Well I thought.

What post was it and how did it get seen as harmful speech? Unable to find harm I appealed and won. A Covid topic.

Take my mind beyond the dreams

I was slippin' into darkness, yeah

Take my mind beyond the dreams

Where I talk to my brother, oh-oh-oh
Who never said their name

Slippin' into darkness, yeah

All my troubles though I choose

I was slippin into darkness, yes

Sooner than I expect no doubt at all everything’s gonna be different so moving into winter I am wary and weary. Weary of GOVERNANCE. The fraud is killing us swiftly now as our eyes, these eyes, our tight tense taut open eyes witness mass death unfolding but cannot see it. Mephisto bewilders the best and the brightest and us too.

“Be confident collapse and catastrophe in the usual fiscal sense will not happen. You my only true friend on Earth will make a lot of money trusting me.”

All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around about the wide world over
And you'll never find another honest man

Trump listened well.

In 1987 Donald Trump purchased 93% of Resorts International, a CIA front founded by Crown Agents Allen Dulles and David Rockefeller as the Mary Carter Paint Company in the 1950’s. A year later Trump bought the Atlantic City, NJ Taj Mahal Casino from Resorts International, then began buying up other properties on the Atlantic City boardwalk.

Soon Trump was tapped out and couldn’t make his debt payments.

Enter Wilbur Ross, billionaire bond trader portrayed by the Illuminati financial media as an “independent investor”. In fact, in 1992 Ross was heading Rothschild Inc.’s bankruptcy advising team, which represented bondholders who were threatening to foreclose on Donald’s house of cards.

Ross saw how Trump had the ability to sway masses of people, something certainly not missed by his bosses at Rothschild. So he struck a sweetheart bankruptcy deal for Trump, where he would relinquish a 50% stake in his Atlantic City, NJ Taj Mahal casino in return for better debt terms and a Presidency to be named later.

Rothschild and their City of London partners in crime, not only got a new East Coast money laundering center in Atlantic City. They now had their straw man Trump by the balls.

Later Ross would partner with Jared Kushner in buying commercial properties in New York through Invesco. Jared married Trump’s daughter Ivanka, who prior to that had been dating Lord Jacob Rothschild’s son Nat. Ross got behind Trump’s candidacy and would later be named Commerce Secretary.

For the Democratic faithful feeling a big smug right about now, don’t forget that Hillary Clinton had herself been endorsed by Lynn De Rothschild.

https://substack.com/home/post/p-149533307

Dean Henderson

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