So what’s this “fake interpreter” story really about?

Now we hear that he sees angels, that he has been mentally ill . . . Who put him up to it? What the f??#%k is going on?

Mandela Ceremony Interpretor Saw “Angels,” Has Violent” Past

Yesterday, while doing yoga, I was trying and mostly failing, to listen to an almost incomprehensible audio, Alfred Webre interviewing Cobra. What drew me to it were Webre’s written words that the Mandela funeral was a “psyop.” However, in listening to the audio, as near as I could tell, Cobra actually said that Mandela’s funeral happened to be timed conveniently for the cabal to also get a bunch of heads of state together to plan further their New World Order. So, psyops? Really?

Well, now, maybe so, because this business about the interpretor sure looks strange, and like we were meant to see it as strange, but then to have our minds go blank, just as with 9/11, and the Kennedy assasination, and all sorts of false flag shooting events in between and since: nothing matches up, nothing adds up. Can’t wrap our minds around it. Too confusing. So just let it go. Let “them” do what they want. We’re helpless. Just give us our meds and our distractions and TV and sex and so on and we’ll just float in on the New World Order without even noticing or caring. . .

At least that’s how I interpret this kind of weirdness. And, luckily, I seem to be immune to their mind control methods. Even as a kid, my mind would just glaze over advertising of any kind. It just wouldn’t stick. Hated TV. Hated its very vibration. Couldn’t be on the same floor with a TV. Was very glad ours was in the basement, and I never went down there except to check up on our state-of-the-art bomb shelter (which, in my Chicken Little terror, I insisted Dad build), and to play ping pong.

Oops, I guess I’d better take it back. I was not immune to fear. Fear of the Bomb. The mind controllers really got me there.

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0 Responses to So what’s this “fake interpreter” story really about?

  1. Life parallels dreams. Last night I dreamed we were all eating juicy grapes that left our faces covered in clown-stains, like Bozo and other famous clowns as we Christmas shopped. Some of us did not yet realize our own appearance was so funny. I laughed myself awake.

    The apparently phony sign language interpreter standing directly behind President Obama at Nelson Mandela’s world wide memorial seem to perfectly mimic the state of all the world leaders present. I have no idea what the speakers had to say about Nelson Mandela. After reading “Mandela: Hero Thwarted” (Posted by Ann) by Alexander Kelly, I sense I know Mandela.

    The phony interpreter for me at least this morning, was perfectly interpreting our world leaders. It’s the first time to my knowledge an interpreter has stood up in front of the world and put truth into the speakers’ words: “gibberish”

    I laughed myself awake from a dream filled with self-made clowns into a world of filled with self-made tricksters. Life parallels dreams.

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