Fact Check Bird Box III
I didn't drive my ass to Mar A Lago to see President Trump. I dove my ass to Mar A Lago, so my GPS said I saw President Trump, and who looks at my GPS? The FBI? NSA? Big Tech? Who is Trump employee number five? Whether I dropped off or picked up documents is irrelevant, because the Deep State assumes the worst like they should. I mean, there’s no way I drove all the way across the country to pretend like I picked a package and take it the airport just to see if the feds would track me. I mean, there’s no way President Donald J Trump met with an Uber driver in a Rome, Georgia hangar. Let me guess, John F Kennedy Jr was there with Robert F Kennedy Jr talking about who would win the 2032 Presidential Election. Laugh out loud.
It's not like I wrote The Plan and then posted The Plan on the internet, and then sent The Plan to the RNC and DNC. It's not like I have ALL the evidence of their of their war crimes and crimes against humanity. It’s not like I published The American Holocaust Theses, Antitheses, and Syntheses and asked it be admitted to congressional record. Naw, that’s all a Q-Anon conspiracy theory. Laugh out loud.
It's not like I didn't drive from the Eternal Flame of John F Kennedy in Arlington National to the corners of John F Kennedy and Great Highway at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, California to be in San Francisco and Silicon Valley before, during, and after the Election of 2020 and then again before, during, and after January 6th. It's not like I don't post my research and evidence on Substack, Facebook, and Truth or anything like that. That's ALL a coincidence.
And my white Woody hat is coincidently on tens of thousands of cameras investigating coincidences like—When does a bird sing?—and me being Brdman. Everything has meaning. [I] Bird with no "I," so when does B[I]RD sing? When do B[I]RDS sing? Who am I? I'm Brdman, witches. Pecaw. Pecaw. $Caw #CawArmy A Hunters Dream: the hunted become the hunter; the hunter become the hunted. Hunt or be hunted.
But Washington DC, Silicon Valley, and San Francisco have me a lot closer than drives by Mar A Lago on a sunny day. Their AI is eating up memory, RAM, and energy chasing me just like I said it would in my letter to Elon Musk:
Good look and buckle up buttercup, because MKBRD is a lot higher MKULTRA than Mockingbird and Blue Bird. Either way, we end up at President Donald J Trump’s Pandora’s Box, falling birds, and bird brain. What does Barcelona have to do with Bird Box and when a bird sings? What do Operations Mockingbird and BlueBird have to do with the The Twitter Files and the Twitter blue bird. What about Operations Blue Beam and Blue Book? What’s the Blue Origin? What’s blue anon?
Why would I drive to Mar A Lago or Crestview, Florida or Rome, Georgia? Why would I drive from Eagle Street and Pass Road in Biloxi, Mississippi to Eagle Pass, Texas? Just see President Trump’s motorcade? Why would I drive to Austin, Texas? If I know I’m being hunted by the Deep State how do I jiujitsu their surveillance of my home and phone? How do I jiujitsu their illegal spying on me? How do I convince the [D] and [R] deep state I’m something I am not without lying? How can truth be used in deception? In a world or deceit, isn’t truth deception? My writing seems like nonsense unless you’re tracking my phone illegally and stealing my work illegal from my MacBooks and iPhones, and then you have more dat than all the super computers and quantum computers can compute. It’s a vortex, and you’re the dumbasses who decided to follow me when I told you it was a trap door to the bird that sing’s Pandora’s Box, so y’all can fact-check me, bruh.
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