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I am frequently asked if I have visited Israel, whereas yet, it is simply assumed that I have.

Well, I don’t travel. I really don’t, and if I did, I probably wouldn’t visit Israel. I remember how it was in 1948 when Israel was being established and all my Jewish friends were ecstatic, I was not. I said: what are we doing? We are establishing ourselves in a ghetto, in a small corner of a vast Muslim sea.

There’s something happening here, what it is ain’t exactly clear. But, the picture is coming into view if you are willing to open your eyes and realize how evil our billionaire overlords really are. If you make oil scarce, you create famine, and famine creates death on a massive scale.

I am frequently asked if I have visited Israel, whereas yet, it is simply assumed that I have.

Well, I don’t travel. I really don’t, and if I did, I probably wouldn’t visit Israel. I remember how it was in 1948 when Israel was being established and all my Jewish friends were ecstatic, I was not. I said: what are we doing? We are establishing ourselves in a ghetto, in a small corner of a vast Muslim sea.

There’s something happening here, what it is ain’t exactly clear. But, the picture is coming into view if you are willing to open your eyes and realize how evil our billionaire overlords really are. If you make oil scarce, you create famine, and famine creates death on a massive scale.

Give people a chance to quietly prepare. Violent resistance will happen soon enough. Let it happen in proper time. I am thinking somewhere between 2030 and 2035.

Something has shifted. You may not be able to name it precisely, but you feel it — in the cost of your groceries, in the tone of the news, in the conversations at church that drift toward things nobody used to say out loud. A quiet, persistent sense that the world your parents handed you is becoming unrecognizable, and that the pace of that change is accelerating. You’re not being paranoid. You’re paying attention.

Something has shifted. You may not be able to name it precisely, but you feel it — in the cost of your groceries, in the tone of the news, in the conversations at church that drift toward things nobody used to say out loud. A quiet, persistent sense that the world your parents handed you is becoming unrecognizable, and that the pace of that change is accelerating. You’re not being paranoid. You’re paying attention.

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