Badtraum2020

After machines gained sentience around 2040 people talked about the singularity as if it was diamond rain. The final harvest of the Gods. Death would soon be eradicated and life would flow eternally. After the machines were set loose against flesh units at the end of the Russia/Ukraine War the success of the metal soldiers was decisive. Who it was that set them loose was undeclared. Many suspected in the ruins of the internet after the mass black outs that it was the World Economic Forum's final play to threaten and scare shitless the global population. It worked. People mimicked Al Quieda in the early 2000s and never used telecommunications when plotting any resistance against the globalists. They met up in person and prayed that any spies would be too slow in getting back information to the programmers of the seek and destroy drones before actions were carried out. The new world resembled a charnel ground of the twisted metal of destroyed cars and rotting human bodies...

To chance is to risk all. Gamblers play to lose and rollers of the cosmic dice stand by the roadside in the rain for three hours, waiting for a car to stop. Only to see Holy Sun come blazing out over Narbonne. As a red bus pulls up driven by a beautiful young woman called Autumn. Smoking rollups and talking in her native French like some Luc Besson Nikita grinding gears in the new post COVID world of France in 2022. She will call you on your bullshit and laugh if you chicken out on the adventure as the answer to getting scared in this staring contest with the Universe is,,,go further. Even if it feels like the grim reaper has crawled into your rucksack and is whispering for you to end it all. NO! Suicide is a life destroying illusion brought on by a profound tiredness of body and mind,,,and not knowing the rules of the game. If you hide away indoors like some bedsit recluse you will never meet a goddess of the highway. It's a nice idea that she might move in opposite yo...

Armed with the essentials: smart phone, bank card, earplugs, I have been living in international airports for about three weeks now. When you can get a connecting flight for less than ten Euros and you can sleep in the airport, get drinking water, use free toilets for washing, have WiFi and charge phones and power banks for free! Why spend eighty Euros for one night in some generic hotel room? It's tiring, true. Food prices in airports are obviously sky high (coughs and smirks) so learning to live on water, crisps, bread, salami bought from a supermarket in town, and the occasional rare overpriced coffee can be a survival course under the glaring perpetual lights and the loud speaker announcement monotony of airport camping. This isn't some Special Forces misery in the cold wild of Scotland with horizontal rain to contend with. No! This is the psychological torture of listening to Debbie from accounts going on her annual holiday to Magaluf talking about cock. Or its...

On a hot midsummer day in England in 2022 Matt Pike and his band, High on Fire,  made it rain. The tribes were gathering outside The Brudenell in Leeds and at first it looked like a pissing contest about who was wearing the most obscure band name t shirt. We all managed to squeeze into the sweaty venue when opening act Dvne ceremoniously set the scene with some virtuoso guitar playing and top level screaming. Well done. What we all wanted now though was the sonic Spetsnaz to drag Zelensky on stage, slap a Ukraine flag emoji to his forehead and hack his head off with a blunt longsword. In other words we wanted liberation! We wanted heavy 60 tonne tanks to roll over libtard eggshell minds and we wanted to hear them pop whilst leaving behind nothing but the red slime of insincerity and cowardice. The UK is now a big open air easy going prison and as High on Fire walk around Oakland California with Glocks concealed in lumberjack shirts. We English settle for home made shank...

At fifty two years of age I decided to go and join the army of Ukraine. The International Legion of Volunteers. Russia had invaded the country about a month before. This being the year 2022 nobody in their right minds believed the propaganda coming from the mainstream media. The COVID narrative had instilled fear in vast numbers of people. The virus proved to be a Trojan Horse for the elite rulers of the earth to smuggle through a vast takedown of the global populations freedoms. I was and remain proudly unvaxxed. Apart from one or two people I know our small group are the only ones who resisted the untested vaccine. It's like a bond we now share. We refused to be broken down by peer pressure and bullying. I have now seen a face of human nature to truly despise. The cowardly do gooder posing as virtuous. Well now that all the data about side effects is coming out how does it feel? So after the massive psyop that was COVID literally everyone's attention shifted to th...

The overexposure and saturation of COVID propaganda is a thick and creepy swamp to find yourself lost in. Why aren't the unvaxxed dying? Why are those with all the required jabs and boosters succumbing? Why are we being constantly gaslit to the point of insanity? Ok. If the NHS is really under threat from over use then maybe we should talk about immigration? Just try it and see how far you get. The elephant in the room for most liberals. Immigration. Might lead to people being sent back to countries of their own. Don't bet on it. Let's look at the word,,,Racism,,,and its power to instill fear in supposedly intelligent rational human beings. In group preference; the desire to favour your own. That's out as well. Until all your left with is a brittle mistrust for anyone who resembles yourself. What an advanced psyop has been used against the British people! Listen to them apologize in the streets and in shops, for being born. You and me are not the same. I fel...

After walking into the forest for a couple of hours, the trees started to thin out. The high trees still provided cover but the forest floor started to feel more spacious and allowed you to see further in front and around. My two rescuers beckoned for me to sit on a tree stump as the older youth made bird sounds into his hand. As a perfectly camouflaged trap door rose up from the forest floor. An older man climbed out of the mouth with what appeared to be two young women. They were all dressed in what looked like green military clothing and all three had shaven heads. The man did not speak until the young hunter presented him with the hard drives from the two drones and the disconnected missile. He at first held each object up to the light, fascinated, before handing them to his female companions. The missile though made him gurgle a strange cry of joy and he danced on the spot like a small child making the missile fly and go boom. He then hugged both the hunters and pointe...