How are you going to do that from your keyboard, Poltroon? You're a 52 year old chickenshit who has finally realized your life is worthless because you are weak. Now, like Gendron and Ramos, you are trying to bring value to your life before you blow your brains out.
Frankly, Fredo, I doubt you have the guts to man up and do the right thing by dropping your hate, dropping your racism and dropping your conspiracy theory bullshit as an excuse for your own life failures.
Why does that matter?
The pussified response of a coward who blames others for his own shortcomings.
Im not ending the party. it's not my party.
it's just winding down for natural organic reasons.
sorry deep state, society is ascending past you.
timeline 2.
The Second Coming
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?