Showing posts with label mask. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mask. Show all posts

Thursday, December 11, 2025

The Soulless Ghouls

 

Only mask I've worn - EWS

 TRT 20.23

When the state-sponsored terrorist attack of covid was unleashed upon humanity, not all of us were taken in by the satanic fraud. Along with many others, I intuitively and instinctively knew it was a globalist-driven psyop, but the overwhelming majority were readily deceived.

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Sunday, December 20, 2020

Mask Burning


Mask Burning: The After-Party Report . . .

The mask-burning party was last night and, to be honest, I was nervous. I had no idea if anybody would show up, especially on a Wednesday night, and who would show up if we did get some attendance - Constitution-loving people, the cops, or the whack jobs that act like fascists while looting and burning.

For starters, no police despite a sign in front of my house announcing the party. Second, no whack jobs. Yea!

We did have about a dozen people show up. Those that were hungry were fed and most pitched in with a little dish or treat. I forgot to put out the speakers for Christmas music. By the time I remembered, we had a bunch of small groups going, all having their own conversations. So, I skipped the music.

We held off on the mask-burning until about 8PM because everyone was enjoying themselves. When we did finally get around to it, it seemed anti-climatic. As I stood watching the people there, I realized that the mere act of gathering was far more powerful than tossing a mask into the fire pit. Still, that part was so popular that we did it twice.
Interesting note: the masks melted before they burned. Makes me wonder what the heck we’re inhaling chemically off store bought masks. Yeech!

The other thing that struck me — and I joked about it — was that there was plenty of laughter. We were peacefully protesting and even had a our little fire just like the big city, but instead of mindless rage, there was laughter. Try THAT is Seattle, city of the angry army of imbeciles.

Tyranny hates laughter, especially at its expense. More of this is absolutely needed - and we can have fun doing it.

When we finally broke for the night, everyone left in good spirits and energized, with a commitment to do this again. Hope and camaraderie are powerful emotions. With those, we can get a lot done.

Did we change the world overnight? Nope, but we did take a baby step.
The next baby step will happen next month. I’ll keep everyone posted and let you know when and where.

Also, I have some other thoughts triggered by the conversations last night. I’ll share them in the next couple of days.

Be safe everyone - but remember . . .

Live is for living, not cowering. Stand tall.

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Layers of Masks*

I think I lost more friends and family by being honest with them than friends and family I lied to my whole life.

When one lies to another that person  puts a mask on. Whether they fudge the truth or withhold important facts, a full clear view is not revealed.  Wearing a mask tricks your perception into whom you are interacting.  It could be straight up deception impersonating another, or in a drama sense for entertainment.  Either way, the person you are seeing is not who they are portraying. It takes a thimble full of intellect to tell the difference. When the criminal and the actor combine undetected it's trouble. So stands President Donald J. Trump. He's wearing the biggest popular culture mask of all. The Trump family Christmas portrait has masks on top of masks.

Did you ever live with someone for an extended period of time and know a secret about them that they didn't know you knew?  Never confronting them directly?  You are wearing a mask, not exactly truthful or honest, maybe staying silent for security sake.  Just 'holding your cards' as a poker player might say, but your true self isn't present in that relationship.

 "Al, does this dress make me look fat?" 

 "No, Peg, your fat makes you look fat. The dress is fine."

My ears burn when I hear someone say, "I love my job." I listen carefully, then realize the con of tricking me into asking questions all about her and her mundane life.  It doesn't take long for the Job Lover becomes the Bitch on Wheels, hating the Boss, gossips on the company and if I stick around, find out she is looking for a new job. Actually. An Appearance Mask, gosh, there are so many.

I still startle and amaze life-long television watchers - which is pret'ner 100 per cent of people - pointing out the Green Screen/Chroma Screen effect of television production.  It's how the weatherman does his reports. Where I was familiar was the Cable Access studio in Sacramento.  It was a 10X15 room, painted white.  At one end was a green movie screen. On that screen was projected a live stream video, for example, an empty parking lot.  No people to harass the talent and the crew, a long panorama.  The reporter can be standing there giving the always most in-depth reporting as local news can deliver.  SHE'S NOT IN THE PARKING LOT, FOLKS. She's in the studio, even if  she signs off "This is Karen Montgomery, reporting from an empty parking lot on the West Side.  Back to you, Jughead."

I first saw this used in a cable access studio 12 years ago.  May we assume technology and production values would improve?  I have seen snow reports obviously staged with someone throwing rice in a fan to simulate the snow being blown by The Creator.  Hilarious when slip ups happen.  Every hurricane report to me is suspicious, no matter how brave/stupid the reporter is standing on the beach in a rain slicker.  Hollywood is everywhere, my peoples. 

I was disparaging the present day reporters wearing their surgical mask, talking into the camera. How absolutely asinine it is, as if, he/she/ze is going to spittle on you ensconced in your sofa. But, they have always worn masks. Even Walter Cronkite.


Discernment is weak as we live in what I have named, "The Wrestling Age".  As one screwed up kid, I couldn't be convinced professional wresting wasn't real. I will acknowledge my lapse of insanity, my defense youth and hormones. "Can't you see Bruiser and Crusher can take a punch?" I'd argue.  I can safely state today with confidence that professional wresting is fake. I had been wearing the My Own Lying Eyes Mask. Familiar?

Now UFC is forced upon us. Wasn't play-acting punching someone in the face enough for people?  We have to see the broken cheek bone sticking out.  The blood real blood. The matches are vicious, brutish and short. Life in a nutshell. I don't understand it, never will, but when I meet a fan of UFC,  I shy away.  The Tough Guy Mask is thin skinned and unpredictable.

Afterwards I felt awful  going to my first "random" drug test for work and sneaking in my dog's pis as part of the specimen (I passed).  Kinda funny, but it made me a liar and a cheat and I resent it today, just to keep my status as a wage slave in the system.

As I will refer to a recent post of mine - https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/11/personal-standards.html - much of recovering myself from a self administered mentally torturous situation, to my present state of half-sanity has to do with striving to stay truthful and being honest. I say that in the humblest way.  One can follow the journey on the 750 posts of EWS.  Staying honest with people at all times isn't as difficult as being honest with yourself. Just a word of advice, kid.

My point in all that personal history review is on topic of wearing a dirty, ineffective piece of cloth around your face in public these days.  If I can be grateful to all those Maskists out there, I can only thank you for showing me out front that you can't or won't live an honest life. I can stay away.  Not a chance of showing your true self, you are up to something. Taking masks on and off all your days whether they were visible or not.  I suspect you don't want to show your true self in order to get something out of me, or someone (The G, perhaps).  

Obedience to be a manipulative device to normalize being dis-honest. That is sinister and mean.  

Maskists, wear that mask at all times because I want to keep an eye on you.


Saturday, September 12, 2020

Masks...02

 

1) People in masks can't smell bullshit.

2) A political candidate campaigning in a mask.  How absurd.

3) Rob me of pretty young lady's smile? How cruel.

4) I must say, wearing a mask does improve some people's looks.

5) Oxygen kills virus.  Remember that.

6) Seeing children in masks hurts my heart.

7) So much for the crime prevention attempt of installing cameras in public transportation centers. Cameras anywhere, for that matter.

8) How full of shame you must have to wear a mask in public - for no reason?

9) You would think Wells Fargo bank would have a problem with masks, seeing as how many stick ups and payrolls they lost.

10) You wear a mask - you are hiding something.


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Masks...01

http://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/06/masks.html

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