Jew World Order

If I sound callous about the killer jabbed sheep dying sometimes, it is like when my wife has told me something where some sheep has marched straight through the slaughterhouse doors cussing those who tried to stop them

I often laugh.
She gets offended, says I should not laugh at such things.
I tell her it is laugh or cry, and I cried most of my tears out for the ignorance and self destructiveness of the sheep thousands of years ago.

Everything here is a chance to learn a lesson.
If it cost you your life, if you murdered your children with the killer jabs by following the herd and believing the pied piper song of the jackals, if next life you learned your lesson and no longer listen to the lies of dark side jackals and charlatans, then your committing assisted suicide with the killer jabs was not in vain.

Learning the lessons of life is like an old joke my father told me.
Back in the early 20th century a new doctor came to a one horse town where the old doctor had been all the doctoring there had been for generations.

The young freshly out of medical school doctor brought new treatments and knowledge to the ills of the people of the town.

He started taking most of the old doctors patients away from the old doctor.
The old doctor enlisted the help of a friend to show the young doctor up
He told his friend to go to the doctor, say he could not smell anything, could not taste anything, and could not remember anything.

This he did.
The young doctor not being a fool understood he was being set up.

He told the “patient” wait a moment, I have some pills in the back room which I believe will cure you.
He went into the toilet and took a dump.
He rolled some poop into small balls, sifted some white wheat flower over them and put several in a pill bottle.

Going out he handed them to the “patient” instructing him to take two now, and one every four hours afterwards unytil they were gone.

The “patient” swallowed two, made a face, smelled the top of the bottle and told the doctor, “Damn doc, these smell and tase like s#it!”.

The good doctor said, I have already cured you your problems with smell and taste, if in four hours you can remember they taste like s#it, you will be fully cured and will not have to take any more of them.

If next life your intuition remembers you can not trust voodoo doctors, charlatan religious leaders, whored out politicians, MSM talking heads and ‘social platform” operators, perhaps you will not march as a herd straight through the slaughter house door again.

I like many have spent over two damn years warning you while the herd threw sheep s#it at us while bleating angrily at us for telling the truth you refused to believe.

I am tired of crying as the herds march through the slaughterhouse doors again and again, and I am damn sure tired of the sheep helping the jackals to murder my ass again and again for telling the truth.

There is a term used for pigs which in old times were turned out into the open and forrest to feed themselves.

Root hog or die.

Pull your heads out of your sheep asses or die.
If it is too late and you have already taken the killer jab, remember you helped the jackals kill your ass this life and you might not do the same next life.

Good luck!

The Ole Dog!

Source:
https://www.bitchute.com/channel/TheCrowhouse/

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If I sound callous about the killer jabbed sheep dying sometimes, it is like when my wife has told me something where some sheep has marched straight through the slaughterhouse doors cussing those who tried to stop them

I often laugh.
She gets offended, says I should not laugh at such things.
I tell her it is laugh or cry, and I cried most of my tears out for the ignorance and self destructiveness of the sheep thousands of years ago.

Everything here is a chance to learn a lesson.
If it cost you your life, if you murdered your children with the killer jabs by following the herd and believing the pied piper song of the jackals, if next life you learned your lesson and no longer listen to the lies of dark side jackals and charlatans, then your committing assisted suicide with the killer jabs was not in vain.

Learning the lessons of life is like an old joke my father told me.
Back in the early 20th century a new doctor came to a one horse town where the old doctor had been all the doctoring there had been for generations.

The young freshly out of medical school doctor brought new treatments and knowledge to the ills of the people of the town.

He started taking most of the old doctors patients away from the old doctor.
The old doctor enlisted the help of a friend to show the young doctor up
He told his friend to go to the doctor, say he could not smell anything, could not taste anything, and could not remember anything.

This he did.
The young doctor not being a fool understood he was being set up.

He told the “patient” wait a moment, I have some pills in the back room which I believe will cure you.
He went into the toilet and took a dump.
He rolled some poop into small balls, sifted some white wheat flower over them and put several in a pill bottle.

Going out he handed them to the “patient” instructing him to take two now, and one every four hours afterwards unytil they were gone.

The “patient” swallowed two, made a face, smelled the top of the bottle and told the doctor, “Damn doc, these smell and tase like s#it!”.

The good doctor said, I have already cured you your problems with smell and taste, if in four hours you can remember they taste like s#it, you will be fully cured and will not have to take any more of them.

If next life your intuition remembers you can not trust voodoo doctors, charlatan religious leaders, whored out politicians, MSM talking heads and ‘social platform” operators, perhaps you will not march as a herd straight through the slaughter house door again.

I like many have spent over two damn years warning you while the herd threw sheep s#it at us while bleating angrily at us for telling the truth you refused to believe.

I am tired of crying as the herds march through the slaughterhouse doors again and again, and I am damn sure tired of the sheep helping the jackals to murder my ass again and again for telling the truth.

There is a term used for pigs which in old times were turned out into the open and forrest to feed themselves.

Root hog or die.

Pull your heads out of your sheep asses or die.
If it is too late and you have already taken the killer jab, remember you helped the jackals kill your ass this life and you might not do the same next life.

Good luck!

The Ole Dog!

Source:
https://www.bitchute.com/channel/TheCrowhouse/

Source