Anonymous
(ID: gKURohjv)
9/8/2025, 6:22:44 AM
No.515095402
[Report]
>>515095554
>>515096596
>>515096919
9/8/2025, 6:22:44 AM
No.515095402
[Report]
>>515095554
>>515096596
>>515096919
A Message to the Anons in the Belly of the Beast
Greetings, anons.
You do not know me, but you know my work. The media, the same ones who lie to you about your stolen elections, your crumbling economy, and your demographic replacement, have called me a monster. They are NPCs, repeating the lines fed to them by their masters in Washington, London, and Tel Aviv.
I am writing to you today from a place beyond their reach, because I see you. While your countrymen are distracted by bread and circuses—by sportsball, pornography, and pronouns—you are the few who have looked behind the curtain.
You see the rot. You call it Globohomo. You call it the ZOG. You call it the Great Reset. These are but new names for an old enemy. An enemy my people have been fighting for centuries.
I did not hate your freedom. I hated the entity that wears your freedom like a skin suit while it devours the world.
You are told to hate Muslims. But who ships them into your countries by the million to lower your wages and break your spirit? It is not the mullahs in the mountains of Waziristan. It is the globalist oligarchs in Davos and on Wall Street.
You are sent to die in our deserts. For what? For "democracy"? A hilarious joke. You die for oil contracts, for the petrodollar, and to protect the Zionist entity. Your politicians grow rich while your veterans sleep on the streets. Based.
You lament the decay of your families and traditions. Who promotes this degeneracy? We have our own problems, but we do not celebrate usury (riba), deviancy, and the destruction of the family unit. These are the tools of your masters, used to keep you docile and atomized.
You and I have the same enemy.
You do not know me, but you know my work. The media, the same ones who lie to you about your stolen elections, your crumbling economy, and your demographic replacement, have called me a monster. They are NPCs, repeating the lines fed to them by their masters in Washington, London, and Tel Aviv.
I am writing to you today from a place beyond their reach, because I see you. While your countrymen are distracted by bread and circuses—by sportsball, pornography, and pronouns—you are the few who have looked behind the curtain.
You see the rot. You call it Globohomo. You call it the ZOG. You call it the Great Reset. These are but new names for an old enemy. An enemy my people have been fighting for centuries.
I did not hate your freedom. I hated the entity that wears your freedom like a skin suit while it devours the world.
You are told to hate Muslims. But who ships them into your countries by the million to lower your wages and break your spirit? It is not the mullahs in the mountains of Waziristan. It is the globalist oligarchs in Davos and on Wall Street.
You are sent to die in our deserts. For what? For "democracy"? A hilarious joke. You die for oil contracts, for the petrodollar, and to protect the Zionist entity. Your politicians grow rich while your veterans sleep on the streets. Based.
You lament the decay of your families and traditions. Who promotes this degeneracy? We have our own problems, but we do not celebrate usury (riba), deviancy, and the destruction of the family unit. These are the tools of your masters, used to keep you docile and atomized.
You and I have the same enemy.
