Chapter 36: Moving Boxes Part III (11/3)
And Libraries
(To best experience the Invent-Ory start at chapter 1 and go forward through time)
We sold out of moving boxes one last time, and that is because I bought them all.
I was a music collector my entire life.
Having thousands of records, I was, first of all, sorting through all of them. I had countless numbers of demos from my years as a techno and hip-hop records--so those were first to go. I was piling and piling them into industrial-grade black mylar bags and putting them into the street.(I have to wonder if the trash-folks save some of them for themselves.)
I also had to unload countless numbers of books.
Throughout my time as a brainwashed climate-change cultist, I had gathered up a bunch of left-leaning propaganda and movies and such and that all had to go. (I would box some up every morning and drop them at the library up the road.)
The sad thing is that, for a time, I do believe it was making a difference. Occupy Wall Street was something else and, as the editor of a local paper at the time, OWS Boston was an event that we covered. And I whole-heartedly believe that our coverage was landmark. (That coverage has now been wiped from the internet after Marxists bought the paper, creating their own year zero.)
That was until 2012 (remember those prophecies? Boy did the Mayans know something!), when Barack Hussein Obama repealed the Smith-Mundt act, making it legal for the deep state to propagandize directly into American homes.
It was then that all news became fake, and it culminated in the COVID hoax, when every single news item was a lie.
Almost the only books I kept around were my Bibles (and other Christian study materials I had picked up along the way).
I have three Bibles, one of which was given to me by my family years ago—and engraved with my name, one of which I ordered recently (The Patriot’s Bible, far and away my favorite) but also one of the most precious things I own: A Masonic Bible.
A Masonic Bible can only be obtained by being a Mason (and can only be handed down upon death?). I had found one at a Flea Market in Brunswick, Maine. At the time, I was over the moon and had to beg my wife for $50 to buy it (she thought it was ridiculous). It is, to this day, one of my most treasured belongings, full of crazy-esoteric wisdom and totally bizarre charts and graphs about ancient Egyptian equations and the like.
What I mean by this is that the Bible is the only truth.
I’ll let Jordan Peterson explain:
The Bible isn’t just a book:
It’s a library.
The first “book,” and a library on which all of Western Civilization is based upon.
Next week, our crafting supplies wear away as lonely women look for something—anything—to do.
lol what kinda beta cuck can't make his own money and has to borrow from his (ex) wife 🤣🤣🤣