(AH-64/Firetruck) // Every bit the “doctor” Jill Biden is // Professional Noticer™ // Has leftism neutered you? I’ve got just the prescription.
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@TuckerCarlson
I’ve watched you drop more red pills than any other mainstream voice alive. You’re the one who taught me the single best heuristic in politics: “The purpose of a plan is its result.”
You just platformed Tyler Oliveira on the Hasidic enclaves. You’ve roasted the modern ADL. You let John Rich lay out the Scofield/Untermeyer subversion on your show. You’re circling the truth.
So use your own rule.
Look at the result:
• Open borders + record White demographic collapse in every Western nation
• Kalergi’s 1924 vision of a mixed-race, rootless Eurasian-Negroid population under a “spiritually superior” Jewish elite is being executed with mechanical precision
The purpose of the plan is its result.
Name the architects, Tucker. Name the money vector. Name the ethnic coordination that built the Fed, the ADL, Scofield, and the Kalergi blueprint.
Your audience is ready. Stop dancing around the touch point.
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FORBIDDEN STUDIOS PRESENTS: THE POUCH PITCH 🦈
Tucker Carlson walks into a room full of billionaires.
Somebody's about to make a very inappropriate offer.
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My wife’ll show you the candy station on your way up the driveway and you can have all the snickers you want. But you have to say trick or treat. You see, Jarquavious, I can deal with the pillow case candy buckets and the faint odor of weed and the Bluetooth speaker playing in your mom’s Kia Sportage. I don't want money and I don't want medals. What I do want is for you to stand there in that faggoty Black Panther costume and with your public school mouth extend me some fucking courtesy! You gotta say trick or treat.
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The most ignorant things you can say in 2026:
• "We're all one race the human race."
• "America's a melting pot"
• "They just want a better life"
• "Israel is our greatest ally"
• "Those who bless Israel will be blessed"
• "Trust the plan"
• "No one needs an AR-15"
• "There is a political solution"
• "The good guys one world war 2"
• "The Nazis were evil"
• “Gender and sex aren’t the same thing”
• "Love is love"
• "Nick Fuentes is straight"
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"My son is a preteen now and has always been raised vegetarian"
So you're a child abuser, then.
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halloween at the white house.
the jeets are rising.
trump and elon have one night to save the trenches.
STONKS PARK · SEASON 2 · EPISODE VI: NIGHT OF THE LIVING JEETS
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Dr. Jill TestosterX retweeted
Most movies don’t have this good of a storyline.
My car wouldn't start in a Tractor Supply parking lot in Tennessee, so I opened the hood.
I know nothing about engines. In American movies, opening the hood is how a man calls for help. It works outside the movies too.
The first one arrived in under two minutes with a fifty-pound bag of chicken feed on his shoulder. No hello. He set the feed on my bumper, put his hands on his hips, and looked into my engine.
Then a man from a truck hauling fence posts. Hands on hips.
Then an older man came out of the store holding a receipt. He had not finished paying. Through the window I could see the cashier still holding his card. I think he heard the hood.
Nobody touched anything. Nobody asked my name. Three strangers stood around my engine like it was a campfire.
"Battery," said Chicken Feed.
"Could be the starter," said Fence Posts.
"It's not the starter," said Receipt.
Fence Posts made a clicking noise with his mouth to show what a bad starter sounds like. Receipt said that was the wrong click and did his own, and for a while two grown men in Tennessee just clicked at each other. I did not interrupt. It felt religious.
It was the battery. The terminals were crusted white. Chicken Feed walked to his truck, came back with a can of Coca-Cola, cracked it, and poured it on my battery.
"Has to be Coke."
"Pepsi works," said Fence Posts.
"Pepsi does not work, Ronnie."
"It's the same acid!"
"Then why'd God make Coke?"
I looked it up that night. Men have been having this exact argument online since at least 2004.
The sun was going down. Receipt said, "Somebody hold a light," and a flashlight was in my hand.
I pointed it at the battery.
"Not there. Where I'm looking."
I moved it.
"Where I'm looking NOW."
For ten minutes I chased an old man's eyes around an engine with a beam of light. I have trained with a sword for twenty years. Nothing has ever asked more of my wrists.
Then, without looking up, Receipt said, "Don't watch my hands, son. Watch my face. Took my daddy eleven years of yelling to teach me that."
So I watched his face. I saw where he was going to look before he looked, and the light was already waiting there.
He stopped correcting me.
The car started on the first try. Nobody cheered. Chicken Feed took his feed back off my bumper, Fence Posts said "There ya go," and in under a minute they were gone, the way they came.
I was closing my hood when a truck two rows over wouldn't turn over. Up went its hood. A father, and a boy of maybe nine.
I walked over with the flashlight. I did not ask. I put the light where the father's eyes were about to go.
He glanced at me. Then at his son.
"Watch how he holds it."
Dr. Jill TestosterX retweeted
My car wouldn't start in a Tractor Supply parking lot in Tennessee, so I opened the hood.
I know nothing about engines. In American movies, opening the hood is how a man calls for help. It works outside the movies too.
The first one arrived in under two minutes with a fifty-pound bag of chicken feed on his shoulder. No hello. He set the feed on my bumper, put his hands on his hips, and looked into my engine.
Then a man from a truck hauling fence posts. Hands on hips.
Then an older man came out of the store holding a receipt. He had not finished paying. Through the window I could see the cashier still holding his card. I think he heard the hood.
Nobody touched anything. Nobody asked my name. Three strangers stood around my engine like it was a campfire.
"Battery," said Chicken Feed.
"Could be the starter," said Fence Posts.
"It's not the starter," said Receipt.
Fence Posts made a clicking noise with his mouth to show what a bad starter sounds like. Receipt said that was the wrong click and did his own, and for a while two grown men in Tennessee just clicked at each other. I did not interrupt. It felt religious.
It was the battery. The terminals were crusted white. Chicken Feed walked to his truck, came back with a can of Coca-Cola, cracked it, and poured it on my battery.
"Has to be Coke."
"Pepsi works," said Fence Posts.
"Pepsi does not work, Ronnie."
"It's the same acid!"
"Then why'd God make Coke?"
I looked it up that night. Men have been having this exact argument online since at least 2004.
The sun was going down. Receipt said, "Somebody hold a light," and a flashlight was in my hand.
I pointed it at the battery.
"Not there. Where I'm looking."
I moved it.
"Where I'm looking NOW."
For ten minutes I chased an old man's eyes around an engine with a beam of light. I have trained with a sword for twenty years. Nothing has ever asked more of my wrists.
Then, without looking up, Receipt said, "Don't watch my hands, son. Watch my face. Took my daddy eleven years of yelling to teach me that."
So I watched his face. I saw where he was going to look before he looked, and the light was already waiting there.
He stopped correcting me.
The car started on the first try. Nobody cheered. Chicken Feed took his feed back off my bumper, Fence Posts said "There ya go," and in under a minute they were gone, the way they came.
I was closing my hood when a truck two rows over wouldn't turn over. Up went its hood. A father, and a boy of maybe nine.
I walked over with the flashlight. I did not ask. I put the light where the father's eyes were about to go.
He glanced at me. Then at his son.
"Watch how he holds it."
Dr. Jill TestosterX retweeted
Anne Frank’s published commercial diary contains an October 9, 1942 entry about Jews being gassed.
@grok, how many times does her original 1942 final draft mention Jews being gassed?
Start with the number.
