I HATE GASLIGHTERS & THEIR LITTLE INDOCTRINATED PUPPETS

Still image from – “Hello Baltimore by Lloyd Marcus the Unhyphenated American” video – 2015

By Carrie K. Hutchens

I’ve met some gaslighters throughout my life-time, but never in the abundance found in present day society.  It’s overwhelming.  It’s maddening.  It’s enough to make a pacifist go ballistic and not so gently put some faces (along with the bodies) in a corner for a major forced time-out.

Oh, and those little indoctrinated puppets that think they are so very smart and righteous make a polite person want to scream all those words we thought we would never use. 

Who raised those brats who have no impulse control and think they have some special right to kick people in the head (attempted murder in my book) and not have anyone fight back?  Who taught them that it was pure and good to run in packs in search of a helpless victim to viciously beat, stomp and kick without mercy?

The feral monsters roaming the streets looking for prey have lost their way – if ever they had it to begin with.  They are nothing more than a plague the masters have released upon society to cause a chaos they blame on the opposition… a chaos they claim they can save us from.

It’s all a game.

A dirty game.

A game only the dishonest and vicious would instigate.

The masters have no conscience, as they seek power and more power and even that isn’t enough – they must have the ultimate power to control all people and all things at all times.

The indoctrinated have no clue.

It’s said quite frequently that Trump supporters are a cult, which would suggest that they mindlessly follow him with no thought of their own.   How wrong those are who say it and those who believe it.  Trump supporters are not of “one mind” or “one thought” and definitely not into “talking points” such as seen on MSM, where it seems everyone is following the same script hour after hour, day after day.

Nope!  You aren’t going to see Trump supporters parroting talking points like good little puppets.  They think and talk for themselves – obviously so.

I’ve never seen or heard of Trump supporters stopping traffic, pulling someone out of the vehicle, beating the heck out of them and kicking the person in the head for the heck of it, but I have seen the feral monsters of the Left do so and so have you, if you follow the chaos on the internet.

All that violence is from the Left… allowed by the Left… and protected by the Left.

(Who encourages them… allows them to do… and bails them out after they have?)

MSM spews the lie that the rioters are the victims (or champions of same) and we are all to blame, and therefore, by insinuation, if not direct claim, that we deserve the violence, destruction, injury and even death at the hands of these so-called victims, aka champions.

BS

Yes, that is right.

I call BS, as you should.

I call it as I should, as you should, as every normal and law-abiding person should.

The feral monsters are obviously physically dangerous and meant to terrify the population.  There seems to be no reasoning with them, once they have their sights on a chosen victim.

Then there are the indoctrinated puppets that get on Twitter, for example, and proclaim they are all knowledgeable and everyone else that doesn’t agree with them are ignorant racist Trump-supporting Walmart shoppers who probably live in trailers and don’t have degrees, because after all, that is what they are told the opposition either is or to accuse them of that anyways.  Alinsky tactics come to mind, as well they should.

The latter indoctrinated puppets are quite dangerous in their own way.

While the feral monsters are meant to gain power and conquer the population by fear, the latter indoctrinated puppets are used for mind control, so to speak.

They sound smart and in control.

They lie.

They say lies well.

They toy with peoples’ minds.

They are gaslighters-in-waiting.

They may not even have a clue they were gaslighted.

Maybe they do.

What they don’t do is refer to history or even current events about how this story has played out elsewhere and will play out here, if they win the game.

They “think” they will be the winners.

Wrong!

They are only tools… only a means.  They are/were never meant to be anything more, should the Left win this battle of the souls.  After all, there are only a few slots at the top of the power grab and only a select few were ever intended to occupy them.

Think a puppet would be given one of those precious slots?

I hate gaslighters and indoctrinated puppets.

(Did I say that already?)

Both try to convince you truth is a lie and lie is a truth.

One is trying to redefine truth into what they say it is for the purpose of taking control.  The other is a fool that has fallen for all the gaslighting and is nothing more than a tool to be tossed aside, should the gaslighter win the game.

The irony…

Only a few slots exist in a realm of dictatorship.

(Did I say that already?)

Not all gaslighters get a slot either, but I guess they haven’t figured that out yet.

I enjoy knowing that I am far smarter than the puppet, since I think for myself, rather than think what someone feeds me to think.

I enjoy being smarter than a gaslighter as well.  I don’t need to make others think they are crazy, so I can win by forcing wrongful thoughts and illusions upon them.

I enjoy not having to chase people down and beat them to death, or near death, for the lack of impulse control and whatever else creates such feral monsters that I am not.

I hate gaslighters and indoctrinated puppets.

Oh yes, I do.

I’m ready for sanity and law and order to return and put them out of business.

It’s time.

Copyright © 2020 Carrie K. Hutchens

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Darkness of the Corruptor

Photo by Carrie K. Hutchens

Photo by Carrie K. Hutchens

Once again, I strove to be… to thrive and with dreams to see, but the darkness of the corrupt — it seems — had no mercy this day for me.

Reaching for truth has lost its sparkle of golden rays.  Instead, how many laugh at honesty and bid one to take another’s position, possessions and earned rewards?  It has come to be the way of some, who haunt the ones of righteous heart.  It has become a taunt and a tease and a call to appease the lord of darkness too many have come to honor in such merriment and giggly delight.

Why don’t we all join, so we can be one, they seem to wonder — never understanding why we say, “no” and go on trying to reach the bright light of hope and success in goodness and effort true.

It is a time of darkness that looms within the day to defile our efforts, as it delights in mocking us at every turn and blocking every path of chance to be.

It is a darkness that suffocates and pulls us down into the whirling slime of efforts failed… efforts failed at the hands of others far too strong for us to fight.

It is a darkness that needs our souls, if it is to become the ruler of the Universe it so covets and so long fought to conquer and destroy.

Oh yes, it is a darkness… a darkness that is embracing the world with hate and violence and an intolerance for anything that is good and pure.  It hates and bids others to hate.  It kills and bids others to kill.  For it has no heart.  It has no compassion.  It only has greed and desperate need to be all-powerful this day and all days ever left to be.

Today becomes yesterday.  One day survived.  Tomorrow moves on to a new today where darkness will follow and not only fight to remain — it will fight to reign over all that remain, including you and me.  For, alas, that is where we have come to be, unless tomorrow we see and take back all that we once were and fought so desperately to be.

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Night Screams in Silence as Darkness Comes to Conquer

skullNight screams in silence, as darkness slides into the shadows of unknown reflection.  There is no whisper to touch the moment… no hint to see… no tear to hear… the echo calls out to none and cries merely in apprehension of the awaiting fate that stirs near and yet rests so far away.

How did this become all that is, while all else remains somewhere in the vast dimension of all forbidden, though only to some… just to some… just to those shuttered on the outside of things to be?

Night creeps further into the harsh moment, where eyes peer cautiously and anguish threatens to devour all not cloaked in its sweet scent of remorse and the haunting thoughts pursuing.

When did it call out in demands of utter defiance?  What hand lay it into the midst of all that is and all that might ever be?  Who is the shadow birthing the terror and snuffing the flicker of breath once given freely to all?  Where did this beast travel from that does prey upon all those isolated and helplessly devoured by the shadows of ghostly destruction destined in the early hours before the dawn to come?

Did the darkness of madness come alone or has it been descending in a mass of existence not supposed in possibility?  Who bid it come?  Who holds the power to send it back into the nightmare of its creation?  Who is it that walks in mocking tones and dares us to see truth in the moon’s rays or the breath of spring before the death of winter?

Oh yes… it is a question to unfold and to cause recoil.  A sight terrifying in hideous form of drooling madness dripping from the being of twisted shapes and words deformed in presentation to embrace the masses of ignorance who shall dance in thrilling ecstasy at the banquet of their destructive sacrifice of self.

Ah, the beast with blackened heart and stench of rotting soul, standing just beyond man’s sight in his tremoring wake, still leaves wonder as to who beckoned the vile creature to dine upon the world?  Are there any so mighty in deed and wing of righteous spirit to swoop away the obscene presence of perverted flesh and the master who bid it come to feast in such great delight?

The night screams in silence and the desperate cry does remain forever sobbing in the dark corners of time as it asks again and ever again…

Are there any… any at all… who embrace the power to rise in mighty force and sling the deadly beast back into the netherworld of nightmares and the haven of its shadowed nest?  Are there any…  any at all who can save us from this doom of madness and agony once foretold and ever written of a time when the beast of darkness came to conquer the unwilling souls in the land that has come to reek of perversion and mock all once held in sacred covenant of old?

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