The Three Little Bear Cubs Have Woken Up

When I started this Substack I told myself I was not going to fire off articles in the emotional heat of the moment. 

I have been struggling with focus and the precise order in which I want to present the sub-tales in the medical corruption saga for maximum impact, because it’s really part of a much, much bigger saga about modern ignorance and ancient wisdom. And mental focus and sharp wit do not come as easily as they did 20 years ago. 

But I’m going to break my self-imposed rule.

Among the Five Eyes Bears, Mama and Papa Bear have been grumbling a bit in surly recalcitrance all along, right through the winters. 

But their three little bear cubs have been sleeping quite soundly through a two year hibernation.

The cute little bear cubs have stirred and woken now and they are causing quite a ruckus. 

The supporters of the Australian truck convoy showed up in Canberra today.

I encourage you to find videos of this on Twitter and Telegram as they are quite astonishing, but sometimes there’s nothing as powerful as a good old-fashioned still picture.

And it looks like the Canadians are just getting started. If 50,000 trucks in Ottawa and Edmonton and Winnipeg weren’t enough, now the tractors are rolling through Toronto.

This is what happens when you destroy trust. Watch Claudia explain how that happens. It’s less than 4 minutes:

This happened because as powerful as the psyop has been the past two years, it is just not strong enough to do the impossible.

The converted are lost forever, but nothing can convince even normies that a sizeable fraction of the most polite and apologetic culture on the planet are racist, anti-semitic, Islamophobic, homophobic, transphobic bigots. (Yes, he really said that.)

You’re just not going to convince the rest of the world of that. 

SORRY.

(See what I did there?)

And oh wait, just wait, until New Zealand gets involved. You haven’t heard much from quiet little New Zealand, have you? Don’t worry. The good little Kiwis with their number 8 wire mentality have not been asleep.

Their truck convoy arrives in Wellington tomorrow. 

This is the most marvelous series of red-pilling events and it just warms the cockles of even my old and shriveled little black heart. Never, no never, could I have imagined a year ago that anything like this could have happened.

The only thing that could trump Justin’s delusional projection is seeing a video from the much slicker propagandist Ardern (who has implied in the past that she is too classy to use Twitter).

I hope she cracks and gets caught on camera stating that the truckers (many of whom will be Pacific Islanders including Maori) rolling into Wellington are white supremacists. How delicious, how delightful that would be.

But in New Zealand, alas, the Schwab protégés are smarter and slicker than the Canadian ones and they are harder nuts to crack, so I anticipate that the gaslighting will have to be more pitying and subtle than that. 

Most likely the truckers in New Zealand will merely be victims of white supremacist propaganda. Yes, that’s it! But still, their weaknesses always get to them. Never count on the great narcissistic dark mother and neocolonialist white savior nanny and single source of truth to miss out on a photo or video opportunity to reply to a staged, softball question from the bought NZ media with a pitying line about how unfortunate it is that she must protect the ignorant and vulnerable populations from disinformation. 

I digress. 

Old hippies are getting a bad rap these days. I know because I am one.

Let me tell you something. There are lots of old pissed off hippie ladies like me in this movement. (I’m older than I look.) 

And we are your worst nightmare.

Because instead of going back to grad school for Karenology when we hit middle age, we harnessed the energy to fight for what really matters. 

Some of us may not have children. But we have nieces, nephews, and cousins. 

Also, we love nature. Maybe even more than the humans which are just a subset of it, after all. 

And when you declare war on nature, and on the very nature of evolution itself, all bets are off. 

Between the raving mad lunatics who think they are smarter than hundreds of millions of years of evolution that formed extant photosynthetic pathways, to the goblins who want to re-engineer humans to be smaller, allergic to meat, and with cat-like eyes so they won't hurt the planet anymore, we see this 4th Industrial Revolution Build Back Better psychosis for exactly what it is. 

It’s pure madness. It’s a war on biology. It’s a war on evolution. It’s a war on nature. It’s a war on reality itself. 

And we're mad as hell, and we're not going to take it anymore. 

It’s not even the year 2000, it’s the year 2022. But where are the flying cars? We were promised flying cars. I don’t see any flying cars. Why? Why? Why? 

Because the ones promising the delivery of flying cars for over 20 years have decided that what you really need are fake forests. 

What the hell am I talking about? This. (And it’s also under 4 minutes.) 

But they destroyed trust. We were promised flying space cars:

and all we got were these stupid fake forests:

Scomo and Justin and Jacinda are up shit creek now.

They have been exposed.

They are weak, incapable dividers who thought they could manipulate the most innocent populations on Earth with do-gooder rhetoric and unearned guilt. 

They are puppets who are going to crack. 

Nobody is coming to save them. 

And the walls are closing in. 

And it is glorious.

Because when you come for hundreds of millions of years of biochemical pathways and you alienate even the vegan tree huggers in Vermont, nobody can help you anymore.