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reading faces: Admiral Rogers and Michael Flynn

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Quite a line up:

From left, FBI Director Robert Mueller, National Intelligence Director James Clapper; CIA Director John Brennan, and Department of Defense’s Defense Intelligence Agency Director Lt. Gen. Michael Flynn, testify on Capitol Hill in Washington, Thursday, April 11, 2013, before the House Intelligence Committee hearing on worldwide threats. (AP Photo/Manuel Balce Ceneta)

Brennan looks simply evil to me; there seems something evidently awry in his soul. Comey is a different fish altogether, despite his size (2.03 m) he strikes me as somewhat feminine and malleable, which makes me wonder if he was subject to a MK Ultra sexual assault in his youth. Clapper just looks like a typical high-level bureaucrat to me, a man accustomed to bullying and power, nothing special.

They present a stark contrast to Admiral Mike Rogers and General Michael Flynn. Something nagged at my mind every time I saw pictures of Rogers; then I realised – he is the stalwart no-nonsense uncle/father/teacher from every 80s film.

Rogers is the 80s dad whose precocious redhead 16-year-old daughter, Stacy, calls him after midnight from a gas station payphone, in tears after Chad tried to cop a feel in the Prom; 80s dad Rogers listens attentively then says “where are you? Stay there”, because he is after all not merely 80s dad Rogers but also NSA director; his wife Mabel screams “what is it? Tell me! Oh my God, Stacy!” and 80s dad Rogers says calmly: “Mabel, go to bed” then gets his handgun from the bedside table, and drives out to pick up the sobbing Stacy, offering not a single reproach (despite having warned her “be careful of Chad, Stacy, he’s up to no good” throughout the film) then he drops her off at home into the arms of his sobbing wife, says “Have some pancakes. I’ve got an errand to run before I turn in” and drives off to Chad’s house, Chad is boasting about how he took Stacy’s virginity by force when 80s dad Rogers calmly walks into the frathouse and pistolwhips Chad into a bloody mess and whispers: “You’re lucky you were lying about hurting my daughter, Chad. Because I got some brothers in Angola who owe me a favour.”

And now let us turn to General Michael Flynn.

He has a similar “feel” to Rogers though his nose is a fokcen hawkbeak, begad; like Rogers, there is something unshowy and based here. I don’t think Flynn would be a 80s dad but as with Rogers something tugged at my mind; then it came to me:

That’s right. General Flynn is Jim Caviezel.

 

He is the Man in the Suit.

My joy would only be complete if it turns out Flynn had a big-ass dog called Bear. At least now we know who can play Flynn when QAnon the Movie goes into production.

the demonic chain

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It is often noted that homosexuals were typically abused as children. I dare say, if one examined a modern paedophile, for example this sterling individual,

they would have been abused as a child, and that abuser abused, in filial obligation for endless term, and so on back to demonic agency & inception.

Which brings me to this Brucey Bonus:

As I see matters, the problem is with the upper class elite ‘English’, ultimately those of Norman descent although constantly recruiting more widely. Since this group arrived in England, there has been a pattern of coercion, exploitation. Jumping a few steps; what I take from this that the British Establishment is (and has always been) strategically working-for ultimate evil. And that a key part of this corruption is either rooted in sex and/ or uses sex as the means of initiation and to enforce loyalty.

The personal consequences are perceptible. As a middle class non-elite person; it has always been evident to me that there is a shallowness/ hollowness/ unemotionality; a robotic, dead-eyed or snake eyed – quality in most of the upper class people I met. There is no depth, no reality, no soul. 

Of the three people whom I know to have attended a posh boarding school, one boasted of being forcibly sodomized by a 17-year-old (he apparently loved it, even though he was 9 at the time) and another was almost certainly raped. Given that much of the British elite attended these schools, I suspect they practice systematic rape and humiliation, as a form of in-group bonding and MK Ultra-style conditioning. It is not merely the Old Boys’ Network, it is the MK Ultra Network.

I think of Ranulph Fiennes writing that he would never send his children to Eton. I think of the peculiar dead-eyed stare of which Bruce Charlton writes; and I am glad I was spared such privilege. And these are the people who have ruled us for centuries.