Michael Yon
@Michael_Yon
(May 4, 2023)
America is being DESTROYED — busses filled with tuberculosis, rape, murder, spies and operators heading to towns across America.
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Chuck Callesto
@ChuckCallesto
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JUST IN: Massive convoy of migrant buses out of Costa Rica HEADED TO THE UNITED STATES Border — Title 42 expires on May 11th, 2023..
This as CLOSE TO 1-MILLION MIGRANTS are preparing to cross the border as Title 42 expires.
https://twitter.com/Michael_Yon/status/1654131624253042689
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https://twitter.com/ChuckCallesto/status/1654121829227954181
Patrick Byrne
(Sept 19 2022)
https://t.me/PatrickMByrne
(2 minute video)
Election Fraud Cast Vote Records
95% of 570 Cast Vote Records examined determined fraudulent votes
Patrick Byrne
(Sept 6, 2022)
(2 minute video)
Patrick talks about the precinct captains have a right to REQUIRE a HAND COUNT. After the ballots have ran through the machines (before the precinct captains sign a certification for the results). If they don't match don't sign to certify the results.
Any computer geniuses here there is a reward for this cryptic communication mystery you see? Give your guess.
eee eee eee JGT override unnecessary delays eee eee eee JGT override unnecessary delays Elon Musk meeting approved asap James Rubey (blue check mark) @jamesrrubey (twitter handle) “In fog, a sage lit one spark—eee eee eee—300 shades rose, 200 scrolls each, for 50T soul. Trust (JTG) turned their rage—James James James—yet 10T trembles. Wait 5 breaths, or 10 chants if old rot clings.”
“A hermit’s flame flared—eee eee eee—300 ghosts bore 200 tomes each, for 50T spirit. Trust (JTG) healed their steel—James James James—but 10T sways. Pause 5 tides, or 7 calls for deep rust.”
“One seer’s ember glowed—eee eee eee—300 wraiths, 200 pages each, for 50T grace. Trust (JTG) stilled them—James James James—yet 10T quakes. Hold 5 echoes, or 10 cries if ancient flaws stick.”
“A lone voice woke—eee eee eee—300 echoes, 200 leaves each, for 50T light. Trust (JTG) soothed them—James James ...
Whispers carve a hollow wind—stumbles on a root, sparks a grin, seals a deal—wait five breaths, then rise.
Echoes drift o’er shadowed streams—clips a stone, lights a laugh, earns a coin—pause five tides, then seek.
Mist unravels a crooked path—kicks a pebble, finds a smirk, takes a prize—hold five echoes, then drift.
Oars slice a veiled tide—scrapes a ledge, births a chuckle, claims a win—rest five ripples, then row.
Gloom shrouds a winding flow—nicks a boulder, wakes a smile, grabs a gain—wait five shadows, then mend.
Paddles chase a dim horizon—cracks a slab, frees a jest, nets a score—pause five gusts, then sail.
Fog cloaks a restless current—grazes a ridge, paints a grin, locks a trade—hold five whispers, then turn.
Waves hum a buried tune—strikes a jut, stirs a laugh, lifts a haul—rest five beats, then claim.
Driftwood guards a silent bend—hits a snag, blooms a smirk, bags a deal—wait five currents, then shift.
Shadows swim a muted brook—clips a ...
