“If someone wants to know what humblegunner’s views are, why not just ask
him? I grew up believing it is not nice to talk behind someone’s back.”
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Ouch. That right there hurts. A lot.
As a public service to the entire forum, that is exactly what I have been doing
for a long time now. Bagster knows what I’m talking about. And others.
The horrifying responses, except for the worst ones that keep getting deleted
by the Mods, have magically been transformed into a matter of public record.
I no longer have the resolute faith I used to have that the years of work, sweat
and tears I’ve spent on this platform will not wind up being deleted. People on
this platform are almost certainly responsible for getting my image hosting
accounts for this site deleted repeatedly. Technically, that has deleted all my
FR posted images, twice since we’ve been placed in this pen.
(The ONLY thing I used those accounts for, by the way, and something that
cannot be done by Truth Social users, to others even if they wanted to! Yay!)
I’m looking into ways to download and archive my entire posting history while
it still exists. Any tips are appreciated. I already have enough of a collection to
build an in depth documentary of brown-shirt tactics on Free Republic.
And I’m tired of watching all of you be treated like second class citizens,
expected to stay in your pen, restricting your fellowship to within the confines
of your quarantine, under the prominent signs and warning labels announcing
your “tardedness”, And if you are successful in your work, being attacked if
you dare venture out beyond the trees, all while paying for the privilege of
being insulted by the likes of humblegunner while he encourages a small army
of similarly inclined brown-shirts to follow his protected lead..
(Even Twitter simply cancelled us, rather than make us a zoo exhibit with
signs encouraging malignancy against us plastered on every thread.)
(Now will Somebody PLEASE stop me from making projects of THOSE Memes?!)
All of this leaves WAY too many of you afraid to speak up Beyond The Trees,
about ANYTHING, out of fear of losing our space. I’m finally at the point where
I no longer believe that fear to be completely unfounded.
Humblegunner works against us, and I WILL discuss him behind his back instead
of inviting him and his endless abuse into this sanctuary. I’ve learned that I can’t
post anything BTT about anything without him jumping on it, anyway.
All my stuff may wind up being safer on Truth Social Beta than it is right now
on Free Republic. Trust, but be prepared.
Jim doesn’t post the same rousing diatribes I used to love so much, against
the evil that seeks to enslave us. Not like he used to, anyway. He may be unable
to go the distance. He may be persuaded that we, or at least me, have outlived
our usefulness, and it may be that he likes humblegunners thinking better than
ours. (or mine, anyway.)
1480+ people have pushed the follow button after seeing one of my
“Truths” on Truth Social already, and to my surprise the overwhelming
majority of them are Q aware and Q supporting.
Days after the 1st 1000 and all my looking around I actually broke down and
cried like a little girl when I realized that it was not just those following ME, but
that THAT is the “New Normal” across ALL of Truth Social, and those that
weren’t at that point already, are eagerly (With Intentional Unity and Political
Fire and Grace!!!) participating in the discussion.
That’s the first time that has happened to me since Mom died.
My Profile there contained from the start, the clickable link to my FR posting
history. Some of those amazing fish I’m swimming with are watching.
I can’t imagine that Jim would be happier if we all left him here with HG’s
growing brown-shirt army, but I am preparing for that eventuality.
I’d much rather this be the US hub for our good work, and Truth Social
be our new Twitter.
If it was up to me, I’d Let The Dogs Loose on all the A$$holes, and end the Quarantine.
Someone higher up the food chain than myself can decide if this is something
Jim should concern himself with. (But as Q always said, first, archive offline.)
~Easy
(And ThanQs for all the fish!)
Toadying seems to be in play up above.
Just read your above comment carefully.
Excellent, well said, true, and you speak for many others.
I would definitely re-truth this statement.
Bravo!
#997 many moons ago the blue haired harpies aka Bushies chased many a good freeper away in defense of his and later No name’s openly RINO ways.
I suspect some of the same people under different handles are still at play.
Most never returned. It’s sad.
You a VICTIM, Jusse!
You know, if you didn't bring me up, I'd have no reason to show up.
Maybe think about that.
Well written and thorough.
And you’re right - I post on threads BTT that are decidedly separate from the issues we discuss here for the most part. But I do think I’m self-censoring a bit when I do. Maybe it’s time to just take off the restraints and say what I want regardless.
That sort of things happens sometimes, but definitely it is infrequent, very.
So, I go in to do routine things, then I saw the situation. By that time,
Rigor had begun to set in. To me it was a bit creepy. The Patient's forearm had moved up, and it was perhaps 45 degrees and just frozen there. I was totally unsettled by this. I have seen other situations, but this one was disturbing to me. I probably was looking ashen myself. I could feel the pallor of my own flesh changing.
The Nurse, who was actually a sort of friend of mine seemed to find some element of humor in this event. I was freaking. I scooted with my
Computer on Wheels.
I went back to my Department, clearly a bit distressed.
I was asked about my ‘problem.’ I explained what I had just witnessed. My Co-Worker a definitely jaded individual, laughed at me. She said that the Patient was simply waving bye bye. I almost hurled right there.
This is not the stuff of my nature. I swore a private oath, between myself and God that I would never be cynical in this Field. I kept to that. In fact, I still want to go back to work. My Credentials remain valid.
I thought of this story because I see what our asshole ‘friend’ is doing still. That one simply cannot get enough of ‘Our Thing’ and just cares to intrude, disrupt, insult, and flame us all.
In my mind, I see a sort of Rigor there, mindless uncontrolled reactivity.
Just cannot help thinking about it, though the relationship of my perceptions may come across as disjointed, I see a darkness being insinuated here.
Stand fast. The mean spirited, weak minded, bullying sort seeks to agitate and distract.