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Fast-moving drone or UAP filmed immediately after Charlie Kirk’s assassination.
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Playing God with the Weather: A Disastrous Forecast.
Tomorrow’s DOGE hearing exposes geoengineering and weather modification experiments spraying unknown chemicals into our skies.
Americans never voted for this. We deserve transparency!
Tune in tomorrow at 10 AM ET!
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Tomorrow’s DOGE hearing exposes geoengineering and weather modification experiments spraying unknown chemicals into our skies.
Americans never voted for this. We deserve transparency!
Tune in tomorrow at 10 AM ET!
https://x.com/dogecommittee/status/1967592616863973719?s=46
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
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Climate Change is the greatest CON JOB ever perpetrated on the entire world.
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Rest👀❤️ Picture by Ray of light *by Ray of Light*
*The day exhales its final breath,*
*and the sky becomes a quiet flame —*
*soft whispers painted across the heavens,*
*where light surrenders without shame.*
*Upon the stone, a watcher waits,*
*a feathered soul in twilight’s keep;*
*its shadow folded into silence,*
*its heart at peace, its vigil deep.*
*The tower stands, a sentinel still,*
*flag lifted to the fading glow;*
*no battle here, no word, no will —*
*just the knowing all must ebb and flow.*
*In this hush, the world is whole,*
*no striving left, no song to sing;*
*for even crows and suns must rest,*
*and rise again on unseen wings.*
*The day exhales its final breath,*
*and the sky becomes a quiet flame —*
*soft whispers painted across the heavens,*
*where light surrenders without shame.*
*Upon the stone, a watcher waits,*
*a feathered soul in twilight’s keep;*
*its shadow folded into silence,*
*its heart at peace, its vigil deep.*
*The tower stands, a sentinel still,*
*flag lifted to the fading glow;*
*no battle here, no word, no will —*
*just the knowing all must ebb and flow.*
*In this hush, the world is whole,*
*no striving left, no song to sing;*
*for even crows and suns must rest,*
*and rise again on unseen wings.*