If You Want My UFO You'll Have to Pry It from My Cold Dead Hands
UAPs? Seriously?
The Normieville commissary is abuzz with the spate of mysterious and vague reports of 'unidentified aerial phenomena'. These UAPs –which Bob at the cash register calls UFOs cause he's got good memory for an old timer– are reportedly not weather balloons but not not weather balloons either. They were shot down for reasons. Implications are low key menacing but do not get more alarmed than absolutely necessary.
Well that's an interesting plot twist. Not the UFOs themselves but the fact that they're getting pimped right now. The fake UFO threat is reportedly the final stench of the new world odor (as per Werner von Braun via Carol Rosin) but that's like a draft version of the script written over a century ago. The world has changed too much to play that card now without blowback.
Here's the irony. The odor already used the UFO card to discredit the tinfoil hatters. If they now say UFOs are real to promote their fake agenda, who gets the credit for being right? Hint: not officialdom, who conspired to cover up the truth for a long time before disclosure. Hello conspiracy fact!
Which is in itself a double irony. Because UFOs and aliens may be real, but the odor's plan is fake. So its own fakery requires supporting the conspiracy theorists who are the ones that know the plan is fake... and will promptly inform their newfound audiences of redpilled normies. Foot, meet gun.
So the Dispatch double dog dares the odor to bring on the UAPs. They will find the resistance well prepared to take them to the mat on this particular subject. If they do so anyhow it's because the the tide is turning against them so hard that they have no other choice.
So let's put all this UAP bullshit aside and carry on hammering the enemy fronts that are straining under growing awareness of state-sponsored corporate war crimes against their own populations. Eyes on the prize. No distractions until after the tribunals.
Only then will we be able to represent as free humans, not the slave race of a tiny cadre of reptile-worshipping freaks. As Calvin said to Hobbes: “The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.”
And that will not change until we do.
Dispach out.