If you are a truly human being, then you don’t want to be confronted with what follows. Were this vast, unspeakable cultural nightmare not so horrifically real, I wouldn’t publicize it. But it is. And it’s time we paid attention. And yes, I know, thanks to Qanon and our own investigations, more and more of us are paying attention. Even pre-Q, years ago we learned of rampant pedophilia among Catholic priests; and, thanks to the revelation of coded Podesta emails in late 2016, this virulent, long-running cancer, with its attendant codes of denial and secrecy, that wields the sword of blackmail and has infected every level of society — Hollywood, sports, entertainment, business, politics — is now, more and more, thanks mostly to brave victim whistleblowers and the alt-media, stretched out in full view of anyone who cares, who dares, to pay attention.
Pedophilia — and much much worse.
I was introduced to glimmerings of this shadowy world in the late ’90s, when reading Kathy O’Brien‘s memoir Trance Formation of America: The True Story of a CIA Mind Control Slave. For years I didn’t believe it. But I couldn’t forget it. So I know just how difficult it must be for others to allow themselves actually grasp the terrible import of this abomination; how, for so long it has twisted life on earth in nearly unimaginable ways.
Let’s begin with a Qanon post, three days ago:
I saved the very worst for last, wherein a victim speaks of her satanic abusers “laughing like hyenas” during their sacrificial rituals. The more pain, the better; the greater the suffering, the more gleeful their attitude.