CLOSED AS NON-COMPLIANT (PERSONAL BLOG) ~ MJM
posted by Weaver
I wrote previously of the limp-wristed ‘men’ who ponce about on the world’s geo-political stage, tap-dancing to the tune of the Rothschild-dominated WEF and acting as if the un-godly plans of the Deep State are a fait accompli.
As I walk through the streets of this town, I notice effeminacy in myriad forms, from ‘men’ with brightly-coloured hair, clad in half-mast trousers and other ill-fitting garments, to the obedient ‘rebels’ with their hipster beards and tattoos to the shuffling NPCs whose shoulders are bowed by their compliance to their overlords’ pronouncements.
It is easily-observed that those who comply, who readily pay their unlawful taxes and whose lives are superficially ordered with wives, school-reared vaxxed offspring and a 3 bedroom semi belong to the most gullible of classes: the ‘educated’ and ‘comfortable’ chattering or ‘middle classes’.
Mattius Desmet makes the point that this is a predictable aspect of Mass Formation (psychosis). It is as though their lives have been rewarded, not for their maverick or independent qualities, but for their ability to re-gurgitate that which they have been indoctrinated with throughout their days and years in a false education system. A system of brain-washing to which they have no defence, such is their complete lack in the ability to think critically.
Previously, such a milieu of people would be referred to as the bourgeoisie. Such types choose safety over life. They never ‘rock the boat’; they defer to all the isms (feminism being the most deplorable), they do as they are told – ‘put the muzzle on’, ‘do as the white-coat assassin decrees’, ‘do not question the narrative of the Mass Formation engineers’, ‘know your place’, ‘all is good’ are the hollow mantras of these hollow men.
It is a recipe for stagnation and disintegration in which the lies are the neurotoxins that poison the man. Add into the mix a poisonous cocktail of food, drink, television, drugs and misinformation, bake at 350’C for half a life and serve the crumbly cake with a hefty dollop of delusional custard.
