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Adnow: Russia’s Propaganda Shitshow Unleashed
If I’d known all it took to flush out the Russian Adnow bots and their ruble-hungry, crypto-starved attack dogs was a little dig at JD Vance, I’d have done it ages ago. I had a blast the other day blocking and reporting the living daylights out of every useful idiot and Russian bot on X—pure…
AdNow, Andre Ulmann, article, BTC, BTC-e, Charles Morand, CIA, GRU, Jean Clementin, Kennedy, KGB, manipulation, Mitrokhin, Mitterrand, Musk, NATO, Propaganda, Russia, SVR, X.com -
The Tate Brothers Bolted from Romania: Romanian Justice Clears the Runway for Trump’s Private Jet
On February 27, 2025, Andrew and Tristan Tate hopped on a private jet and jetted off from Romania to Florida, USA, leaving behind a trail of accusations, victims, and a Romanian justice system that seems to have folded faster than a cheap lawn chair under pressure from a transatlantic phone call. Yep, you heard that…
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The Origins of Soros and USAID Conspiracies: Who Cooked Them Up, Why, and Who’s Buying the B.S.?
There’s a special breed of stories slinking through the shadowy corners of the internet and the brains of people with apparently too much free time: conspiracies about George Soros and, more recently, USAID. These theories are like bargain-bin soap operas—they stink of desperation, and I don’t mean just the financial kind. So who spun these…
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“Globalists” vs. “Petty Local Tyrants”: A World Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Let’s cut the crap: the world’s a damn mess, and no matter how you spin it, someone’s always trying to pick your pocket or tell you how to live. On one side, you’ve got the so-called “globalists”—those slick suits from Brussels or Davos, sipping $15 lattes and dreaming of a planet where we all hold…
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Threads of gold began to fade.A pattern shifting, choices made,Your heart, a garden turned to stone,Once blooming roses, now grown alone.My water cannot bring it back to life,I can’t force you to avoid the strife.You sail a distant sea,While I watch from beneath this tree,Grief may sting and shadows fall,I understand, though losing all.
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