If truth is still an enemy of the state?

Freemasons Freemasons Freemasons Freemasons Freemasons Freemasons and Freemasons…

Nearly everyone who at one stage claimed Russia’s gold was stolen in 1907 to create their privately owned US Federal Reserve banking system the establishment claims was created in 1913, was dead by the time everyone else was told to relax as Russia’s gold wasn’t even stolen until 1917 they’ll say, their official storyline, and Washington are all official storytellers, then Roosevelt seized American gold by a presidential fiat, then gave it to the privately owned Fed, and they used it to finance their German National Socialism, a fake nuke by Hess up the Thames in a Portuguese smuggling vessel about two weeks before the big Scotland lie, then Hitler’s friend Muso sailing a similar device into Manhattan in Erich Topp’s submarine as everything became a big lie to fit an even bigger lie when nuclear paranoia spread, but all it ever really was was just Luciferian deviates within international Freemasonry conspiring as one to crush everyone’s human rights, as they’ve demonstrably done…

Freemasons Freemasons Freemasons Freemasons Freemasons and even more Freemasons…

As for conspiracies, don’t forget Prescott’s old company was Twin Tower Building Supervisor…

And the Central Intelligence Agency had it’s New York office in WTC7 where your SEC was…

Where all the illegal Bush/Carlisle Treasury-Note-trading investigation records were kept…

One of various financial mechanisms used to finance a buildup of a Chinese WMD industry…

Just for the record America, back around a time when the Central Intelligence Agency arranged for some Skip’ creep to literally run me over with a semi-trailer, breaking my back and doing not much good for the rest of me, the real budget for the CIA was in the vicinity of nearly a billion dollars per week with that completely swamping young me back then with just enough cash to get shitfaced on a dozen longnecks to also try to deal with the physical pain from my pelvis fractured when some other evil Skippy had run me over with a car doing an estimated 55 Mph, as well as the broken back from that semi running me over, then not having the decency to park it on my head until I’d ceased twitching if you get my general drift, as well as also deal with the loss of my real father’s daughter Mary who was brutally tortured to death at the area in South Australia called Chain of Ponds…