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Brainwashed Into Low-Functioning Morons




When being normal is deemed crazy in a land of morons.

Stay in the present and hold the line, as the machine-gun fire of death could be heard ever so clearly. People were falling dead and maimed with every shot given by the hateful enemy. The gruesome scene was covered in scarlet and purple with precious jewels in goblets of wine.

The ancient agenda, the lockstep effort, and the social engineering program were ongoing and ever-expanding into the ears and souls of hapless victims, born and raised in the lie. How would they ever know? When the truth was told to them, they simply heard nonsense, madness — how could that be?

Meanwhile, the war was waging, silent weapons, deceitful explanations told by greedy sell-outs, ignorant fools, heartless controllers, and brainwashed simpletons. The society was full of low-functioning morons — the diabolical objective was working.

Behind pretense and seemingly logical rational, the management of the morons continued into the dawn of a new age; a golden age full of morons doing what was expected, what they had to do if they wanted to go the easy way without resistance.

What were they supposed to do in the war, fight? Of course not, this was the ultimate surrender; what was there to fight for anyway, freedom of conscience? That was an outdated and mythical concept, of course, not meant for those invested in such wonderful modern technology.

Technology was the ticket anyway, it was worth the brainwashing, the enslavement, the giving up without a fight mentality, the sell-out cowardice, the stand-for-nothing moto, the weak and pathetic morality, and the emasculating/defeminizing role reversal — yes, technology was worth it all, of course.

What other way was there anyway? The age of believing in theories as facts, lies as truth, and enslavement as freedom was here. Life is relative anyway, at least, that was easier to believe for the morons.

Indeed, in a crazy land, being normal was deemed crazy, yet some dared to be normal and were called crazy; most would rather be crazy and deemed normal in a crazy land. It was crazy.

The normal lived among the crazies like persecuted minorities; all the while being called the dubious oppressors, the ones discussed in the Jesuit educational system, the ones the crazies have heard about who were responsible for all the injustices!

Overall, mankind was amazing, God’s creation was wonderous and beautiful, yet there was this trouble, this tribulation amid the splendor. Modern life was a picture of ease for many, yet most were unhappy, as their brainwashed minds and hearts constantly ruined their blessings — like trained spoilers, as faithful morons to the hive mind agenda.

God was with the people, ever ready to comfort them in their troubles, yet the vast majority didn’t believe in God — their theories touted as facts concluded such to be fanciful notions from low-functioning idiots and imbeciles. After all, they were morons, a step above such.

Therefore, they marched on with their brainwashing intellect intact, supposing they were great ones, even deserving of statues and plaques in honor of their tireless loyalty to believing in theories as facts and shunning fanciful notions that reasonably made sense.

Streets named after them, maybe a school or library if they were so honored by the hive mind elite, and of course some digits on a screen. Such were the rewards for morons in the land of the crazies.

Meanwhile, people were suffering from their willing ignorance, from their choice to believe the lies. It was as if the hive mind controllers were lying to them, yet that couldn’t be the case!

After all, the hive mind controllers are important people, they’re on the screens and have power, money, and status — it must be something else, it must be the crazies’ fault and that exclusive God they always talked about…

All the while the masses were being set up for betrayal and destruction by being brainwashed into low-functioning morons in the land of the crazies.

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