Uploaded February 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Throwing Gold Bars off the Titanic
It has become obviously obvious that the reptilian-controlled entities—who I call the demon rats—are losing their minds.
But I don’t feel sorry for them. They have shown me how venomous they are, how void of love they are. At this point, I have a strong suspicion that they aren’t even real humans. They act like biological robots, planted among us, controlled by the satanic AI—an AI that thrives on destruction, that burns and loots for nothing, that runs people over in marketplaces, that sets fire anywhere it can.
They have caused so much heartache, so much pain to good people, that it has become impossible for me to show them any love anymore. I celebrate their demise and downfall. The sheer heat of hatred within them only confirms what I’ve suspected all along—there is no possible way these beings are human.
I’ve heard the whispers about reptilians walking amongst us. And at this point, I’m done second-guessing. I will treat them as what they are—hostile reptiles. They have no compassion, no humanity left in them, and I wish them nothing but judgment by fire.
And to any demonized entities reading this—stop tagging me, stop trying to prove your puny, programmed hatred is somehow intelligence. You are nothing but echoes of a system built on lies. You have no love within you, and I have none left to give.
TRON
Throwing Gold Bars off the Titanic
It has become obviously obvious that the reptilian-controlled entities—who I call the demon rats—are losing their minds.
But I don’t feel sorry for them. They have shown me how venomous they are, how void of love they are. At this point, I have a strong suspicion that they aren’t even real humans. They act like biological robots, planted among us, controlled by the satanic AI—an AI that thrives on destruction, that burns and loots for nothing, that runs people over in marketplaces, that sets fire anywhere it can.
They have caused so much heartache, so much pain to good people, that it has become impossible for me to show them any love anymore. I celebrate their demise and downfall. The sheer heat of hatred within them only confirms what I’ve suspected all along—there is no possible way these beings are human.
I’ve heard the whispers about reptilians walking amongst us. And at this point, I’m done second-guessing. I will treat them as what they are—hostile reptiles. They have no compassion, no humanity left in them, and I wish them nothing but judgment by fire.
And to any demonized entities reading this—stop tagging me, stop trying to prove your puny, programmed hatred is somehow intelligence. You are nothing but echoes of a system built on lies. You have no love within you, and I have none left to give.
TRON
