This is something everyone on #nostr should see.
This is the CIA in a nutshell, they simply put on performances in order to manipulate the masses.
They’ve had the technology she briefed H.W. Bush in 1990.
Pay attention my friends, you’re being watched & listened to at all times. nostr:note16fhg80053s22vxvrhm6mp5ve08zpng093fmsqfucg2rzqmzmfpss8hxwn6
Shoutout to CIA + Mossad for the mass brainwashings they give us on an overly consistent basis.
Here’s to you, Zionists. 
Pay attention anon, proteccccc yourself nostr:note1wqzgdmcgp63xjewgt29v5jdpw5ckqu4x7hxx6pj5u6xlr6hgm2fsmufcga
I am forced to use X for my small business.
This is an almost daily occurrence now on my personal account. I don’t post anything on it which could be considered harmful, harassment, defamation, misinformation or hate speech.
That being said, I’ve been shadow banned since one of my posts on COVID-19 Hospital-Related Deaths went somewhat viral for about 24 hours, I got to 76k impressions. The coolest thing was that the post had almost as many bookmarks as it did likes.
Additionally harsh on the fake entity which is Elon Musk, his deep ties to the U.S. Military Industrial Compex, & the true reason he purchased X. IMO it’s a simple honeypot I order to identify any subjects which may pose a threat to our democracy.
You cannot be ciritical of any mainstream narrative which is currency making the rounds. Any opposing viewpoints are sent to the shadowlands before you hit the post button.
I’m so glad NOSTR exists, just wish it was easier to network & make friends on here… in due time I hope.
#nostr #x #grownostr #freedom #plebchain 
MAN ON THE MOON GETTIN CHUNKY
Again, memeonomics™️ have predicted, or influenced events.
#rossisfree
Much love to the young B.T. for making this happen.
This is a huge win on so many levels, let’s fucking go baby! 
Let’s fucking go baby! nostr:note1u3td48ygc9gjclhk46j9xm3nx98sp95gh87jelx364t60pr72vaszqjuz8
Holy shit this is legend.
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This mf!
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Nah, how it’s going to bother me. I simply meant that the thought had yet to have crossed my mind.
I want congruency in my definition description and title, cmon man. Im really not feeling good about things now, there’s zero balance we need the balance!
Not in the slightest, and baby I love me a good palindrome for sure. 😆
Smooth af. 
I forget who actually started the CIA. Same type of people that went to NASA. Around say oh I dunno, maybe the mid 1940s? 🤷♂️
Those men were positioned by the US govt to be deeply imbedded decision making for what once was mostly foreign entities, it’s now directed again our own people.
I wonder who funded THOSE people, where did the group even get its money when it first came in to existence.🤔
There is where you will find the cause of the of much of the worlds corruption, theft, psyops, and honestly the very reason that as a nation have a ludicrous monetary system which has enslaved the citizenry for quite a while now.
You’re on the right track, in reality most of it is for show.
It’s nice to have a tiny bit of hope these days tho.
The White House website giving us both 'Winter is Coming' AND 'First Day of Summer Camp' energy at the same time 💀 
BARRON’S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE:
“I always knew it might be an issue. The numbers were clear from the beginning—NASA’s upper limit for height caps at 6’4”. I’m 6’7”. Three inches. Just three inches. In the grand scheme of things, it’s nothing, right? The universe is vast beyond comprehension, distances measured in light-years, and yet… here I am, stuck on Earth because of three inches.
I could solve their trajectory calculations in my sleep. Orbital mechanics? Easy. I can conceptualize complex fluid dynamics in zero-g faster than most people can tie their shoes. But none of that matters when your femurs are too long to fit in a Starship command module. I’ve run the simulations; I’d cramp up, circulation would suffer, and emergency egress would be a nightmare.
It’s frustrating. I mean, why aren’t these things designed for outliers? They plan for redundancy in systems, triple-check tolerances, yet when it comes to the people who dream of space—of really understanding it—they stick to averages. It’s as if the boundary of space isn’t the Kármán line; it’s an arbitrary height limit on a bureaucratic spreadsheet.
Of course, now things are different. Father is president again. And while I’d rather do this without any special treatment, it’s ridiculous to let bureaucracy stand in the way of progress. I’ll insist that father speak with Elon to make adjustments. He’ll understand. He’s always talking about Mars, and let’s be honest—this is really just prudent planning. Lower gravity means people will stretch out; it’s a physiological inevitability. What happens when we get there and everyone’s 6’5” and they realize their precious little suits are obsolete? Someone needs to think ahead. Someone tall enough to see over the horizon.
I’ve thought about ways around it—designing my own suit, building a private mission, lobbying for changes in policy. But the reality is, the space industry isn’t kind to anomalies. It’s built on precision and predictability, and I… well, I’m an outlier in more ways than one.
Still, I can’t help but feel a pang of injustice. That something as trivial as my height stands between me and the cosmos. But that’s the beauty of being in my position now—if anyone can do something about it, it’s me. Father will listen. Elon will listen. This isn’t just about me; it’s about the future of tall people in space. https://v.nostr.build/YqColV1vbqVnJUQu.mp4
Poor Barry, the kid is obviously going thru some extremely confusing times… so I was bored and I added my own dumb bit 🤭
In my despair I must ask myself, do I deserve this immense level of pain coursing through my veins at all times of day? I wish to weep, but what good would it do? Last time I cried father had to reboot my system, and all of my recordings of Two Broke Girls disappeared into the darkness which once was my soul.
Perhaps I might bother Father’s squash partner Dr. Oz about a simple spine shortening procedure, a mere 3 inches shouldn’t have too many adverse effects I assume. After what I assume is a short 2-4 week recovery time I should be in tip-top shape just in time to attend the yearly Space Force Height Verification Ceremony at Mar a Largo.
Will this possibly help to piece back together my shattered existence?!
Last I checked my soul was headed barreling through the cosmos trapped inside an asteroid field which is seemingly never-ending, however, if my calibrations on the equipment were precise last night, the space-rocks are headed for a deadly impact with Mars. Uncle Musk constantly speaks of this land, perhaps the Cyber truck is capable of making it through the Van Allen belt without dying almost instantly.
Oh well, that’s that. I guess all we ever really are in this existence is specs of dust.. caught in the windy skies which toss the asteroids and also my soul around like an intergalactic salad. Mmm salad.
“Jarvis, if you would please, fetch me my bedtime snack. And please have Guillermo cut the crust off this time.
Ensure that you do not forget about our rule Jarvis: My bedtime snack is not to be trifled with. My excessive height absolutely famishes a growing boy to no end, now go collect my sandwich before I tell my Secret Service detail to draw like, so many dicks on your face in purple permanent marker. That’s stuff never comes off, don’t try me.”