Ever since my ex and I quietly went our separate ways some 18 years ago, I would think and/or say aloud, “John, John.” It’s strange why I would have those old thoughts recurring almost ever week if not every other day.
In 2007, I encountered “Jack”, an online agent, who like many others, participate in a well-rehearsed playbook, an elaborate “confidence game”, much like how the media, business and politics at all levels mess around with the minds of the dumb people.
Two more encounters are the “fat bastard”/a “former guru”, both are/were Masons, whose grandmothers were mid-twenties/33rd, respectively. The latter may still have his ring.
So while some don’t pay taxes or fight to abolish taxes, it’s futile to escape this ongoing trap. Just “persevere” with your middle finger and have faith believing that the creepiness of the current system will work itself out of the rabbit hole.
Oh, don’t forget the “troglodytes” from out of, or rather under this world, co-exist among us, disguised as Masons and as other human forms.
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