OCCULT SPORTS III: Another Psyop Super Bowl Thrills the Plebs, Muggles & NPCs
OCCULT SPORTS III: Another Psyop Super Bowl Thrills the Plebs, Muggles & NPCs
The Media Manipulated Masses Are Not So Swift
“In the 1970s and ’80s, professional football players didn’t make much cash. To make good on their gambling debts, they had to fix the game with certain plays, so the bookies got their coin back. Point shaving happened in multiple sports, on sports teams all across the country. Today, game fixing still occurs. Keep an eye out for the refs; players make too much money nowadays to worry about gambling debts.” — Mafia “Made Man” Michael Franzese
“Every sport you love could be fixed.” — Reed Tucker
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Dig the evil tweet, top left above, from the fake White House persona of demon-eyed Dark Brandon immediately after the end of Super Bowl 58 last night.
That presumptuous, sardonic snark from our oblivious and dangerous ruling class is yet another example of how conspiracy theories that promote a demoralizing sense of helplessness upon the masses are promoted by the occupying regime and amplified by the cancerous controlled corrupt collectivist corporate criminal clown media.
True or false doesn’t matter. The intent is mind-virus corruption, stifling oppression in support of a single approved narrative, and an all-important impotent sense of defenseless vulnerability before a suffocating evil cult that controls everything and wants you to know that they control everything. True or false, it doesn’t matter; the perception is what matters. This is happening more and more.
Whether America went to the moon or not, NASA and the U.S. government have gone out of their way to create ambiguity and doubt around the event — all the lost research explaining how we got there, all the lost video footage, all the fake and missing moon rocks, all the laughably ridiculous video footage, etc. Whether we went to the moon or not, there’s sure been a lot of circumstantial evidence circulated that we did not. True or false, it almost doesn’t matter; the accomplishment has been tarnished.
Whether or not 9/11 was an “inside job, the U.S. government has gone out of its way to create ambiguity about the event — all the still-hidden footage of the plane/rocket/missile hitting the Pentagon, the alleged terrorist’s passport discovered mostly unscathed a few blocks from WTC, the collapse of WTC7, George W. Butch sitting glumly in that elementary school classroom for 20 minutes, etc. Whether we went to the moon or not, there’s sure been a lot of circumstantial evidence that we did not. True or false, it almost doesn’t matter; the tragic unifying horror of that day has been tarnished.
Whether or not the U.S. government conspired with W.H.O., W.E.F., U.N. and the Gates Foundation to commit genocide by lockdown and mRNA injection, all parties involved have gone out of their way to create ambiguity about the event — vilifying the proven treatments of Ivermectin and HCQ, pushing deadly ventilators and needlessly isolating the elderly, moving the goalposts constantly on vaccine efficacy and safety, global authorities changing the definition of both “vaccine” and “pandemic,” etc. Whether what occurred was a genocidal “plandemic,” there’s sure been a lot of circumstantial evidence to suggest that’s what it was.
Whether Big Michelle Obama is actually Big Mike Robinson or not, the U.S. government and Democratic Party have gone out of their way to create ambiguity and doubt around her gender — that floppy thing in her pants on the Ellen show and a few other events; the absence of any pregnancy pix, plus the fact the Obamas kids look much more like the combination of Martin and Anita Nesbitt, longtime Obama-family friends, than the former prez and first lady; Joan Rivers’s untimely death during simple surgery, weeks after matter-of-factly claiming Barrack Hussein Obama is gay and “Michelle is a tranny,” etc. Whether Michelle Obama was born Michael Robinson or not, there’s been a great deal of circumstantial evidence the past 15 years that makes consideration of that bizarre reality not beyond the pale. True or false, it almost doesn’t matter; her personal brand is permanently damaged.
So too was yesterday’s all-too-predictable Super Bowl overtime comeback victory for the Kansas City Swifts, an entire team of über -masculine men subsumed before the steamrolled sorceress story of T. Swift’s cinematic showmance with the mRNA vaccine’s poster boy. Whether it was fixed or not, the Narrative wants you to suspicious.
Blatant game-changing holding calls against K.C. were ignored by the refs as the Chiefs marched downfield to victory. Meanwhile, the Dept. of Irony conjured up a sick twist for the 49ers’ kicker Jake Moody, who set a record for most successful extra point attempts in a row earlier this year, when he inexplicably missed a clutch point-after kick that ultimately proved the game-loser. Like many a Super Bowl coach before him, 49ers’ coach Kyle Shanahan called a curious game, to say the least, almost seeming to lean into his team’s weaknesses by throwing like crazy when he had the NFL’s #1 rusher Christian McCaffrey ready to go (McCaffrey finally got action late in the game).
But the crazy crony capitalism capper was the Xiden tweet, bragging about fixing the result to suit their vvicked vvitch and wannabe goddess Taylor Swift and her collection of not-so-benevolent black magick broomstick beldams whom she brought to the Big Game's Big Lie.
The Swiftie coven was a creepy collection of manufactured pop culture’s latest and not-so-greatest Lilith worshippers, including the ridiculous clown Ice Spice, who was caught blatantly casting spells from the million dollar luxury box. Other vvitches in this oversized cat litter (box?), so to speak, included Swift’s singer/songwriter frenemy/vvitch Lana Del Ray, Hollywood actresses Blake Lively and Keleigh Sperry (married to Ryan Reynolds and Miles Teller, respectively) and TS’s manufactured BF and pfascist Pfizer shill Travis Kelce’s obnoxious family.
So whether the NFL is fixed or scripted — and it is, it has the right to, the NFL won the legal freedom to fix games and plot entire seasons in 2007; that’s why the NFL is legally classified as “sports entertainment” and not “professional sports,” the way Major League Baseball, NBA, NHL, all are; only professional wrestling and roller derby are likewise legally classified as “sports entertainment” — the White House went out of its way last night at 10:50 pm to Xweet that it was fixed. Whoever sent that Xweet — not Xiden, the dementia-ridden pedozombie traitor is looooong asleep by then, likely dreaming of chasing panicked naked eight year olds down the secret passageway into his shower — surely had that nasty, cynical, arrogant social media braggadocio of sports corruption vetted and approved.
The remnants of the “Q” crowd and the usual army of insincere clout-chasing algorithmic-driven pundits of predictability are all lamenting the easy layup for Swiftie to endorse Pedo Joe. But it more and more looks to me as if the narrative gaming of bait’n’switch for the normies, cattle & sheep continues its inexorable march towards a last-instant-possible swapping of our octogenarian puppet for California’s Gaping Gov. Gavin Newsom to step in and more credibly steal the presidency than the current slab o’ cadaverous rotting flesh and uncontrollable bowels would be.
For a long time I thought that Big Michelle Obama — the outspoken above-mentioned linebacker-shouldered trans-evangelist and influencer who proudly launched and popularized the Drag Queen Story Hour movement via her children’s library in Long Beach, CA, back in October 2017, with an X-monickered horned demon-creature fronting, no less — would be getting (s)elected, but my D.C. contacts say her polling numbers have cratered, especially with black men, many of whom are questioning her gender (but not me! I don’t question it at all!).
Still, Big Michelle has got lots of, ahem, baggage, while Gaping Gavin showed via his debate with Ron DeSantis that he can lose a debate on logic but win it with Hollywood actor charm and relentless spin, hype and lies. It doesn’t matter that he killed California, starting with San Francisco and now the entire state; he’s got an entire country to murder, and his predecessor is falling down on the job (literally!).
So I’m fully expecting Gaping Gavin Newsom to slide into line like an oil slick, as late as is humanly possible. Maybe even after the Democratic convention. Perhaps Big Michelle will get the V.P. nod, but just as likely they keep cacklin’ Kamala, Veep Kneepads, one of the dumbest and most easily blackmailed puppets you could have in your back pocket. Just in case.
Another presidential (preferred) candidate, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., had an advertisement during yesterday’s Super Bowl, and what a waste of money that was. The commercial repurposed a 1960s TV ad for his uncle, JFK, and appealed to nostalgia when he should be targeting the youth vote with something fresh and new. Classic case of “means well but clueless.” (RFKjr. Xweeted this morning that “The ad was created and aired by the American Values Super PAC without any involvement or approval from my campaign.”)
Either way, expect the biggest shit show yet come November, if the election is even allowed to happen at all. Nothing’s off the table at this point, “Whatever’s the most entertaining,” as Lone Skum has mischievously warned us, as he ostensibly works to save free speech while going warp speed on A.I., brain chips, child slavery for his battery-operating vehicles and all kinds of other things that billionaire oligarchs do quietly while employing an army of PR shill, bots and True Believers to make the masses think he’s some kind of media Messiah.
Meanwhile, speaking of media Messiah Medeas…the Golden Girlboss Goddess capstone-ing the pop culture pyramid continues to inspire millions of column inches about What does she meeeeeeaaaaaaan??? The naïveté and hopefulness from middle aged white women conservatives about what’s coming next from The Taylor Swift Story have been cute in their gullible optimism but totally disconnected from Narrative reality that’s been constructed and continues to evolve via “The News Benders.”
Some lady pundits predict TS/TK are gonna get married. Not me. I don’t think TS/TK are gonna get married because it’s not smart for Taylor’s personal brand to be married; so she won’t be. But some Conservative Inc. mouthpieces have been pimping and positing that if TayTay and Travis tie the knot and have kids, it’ll be a victory for nationalist neo-natalism — white nationalist neo-natalism is their subtext, FYI — but my guess would be, again, Taylor Swift is not having any kids.
Taylor Swift is already 34 and she’s the biggest star in the world; after this weekend, she is bigger than ever. You can hate it — I do — but it’s a fact. At the apex of her fame but aiming ever higher, T. Swizzle’s not going to be slowing down to have kids. IF Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce get married and bring a kid (or two!) into this media hellscape, they’ll adopt some African ones while TayTay goes on to even greater pop culture heights. Maybe President someday. I’m only mostly kidding.
But I’m not kidding about the Super Bowl or Superb Owl. It’s fixed, or at least whoever’s running this shit show wants you to suspect it’s fixed, straight from the horse’s ass in the White House on down. “Just like we drew it up!”
Was it? Wasn’t it? Did they? Didn’t they? Does it even matter? If all the world’s a stage, is it possible for one actor to identify another if neither is sure the other’s been cast? Certainly not to the sleepwalking muggles, talking point programmed chattel and other assorted narcissistic nattering nincompoop NPCs. “It’s a Brave New World. On a mirror.”
Source: A Wrinkle In Tom
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