It is not what we write; it is not the words you read. It’s how our words fire the dark and dormant neurons in your mind in order to illuminate your darkness into light. It’s how we literally expand your mind. Many people call this phenomena The Great Awakening; in political neuroscience, we call this treatment Literary Shock Therapy. However, even though we make this knowledge public, we cannot allow forbidden knowledge to fall into the wrong hands; therefore, we have camouflaged our forbidden knowledge into #ThePyramidCode.
What do I do? I do a lot of things. I am a political scientist and counter-propagandist, so I guess you can call me an artist. I am a Marine veteran who thru-hiked the Application Trail, so I am a survivalist, martial artist, and marksmanship artist. As a Marine, I worked in plans, operations, and training, so I guess you could say I am the Artist General of The Artistic Lifestyle Revolution. Essentially, I do what God has been training me to do since birth; I am a Warrior for Christ and always have been even when I had little or no faith. God sent me to the darkest places full deceit, deception, and death, so I could show the unfaithful, nonbelievers, and those lost in darkness the way to the truth, the way, the light, and the life of Christ by artistically expressing and teaching about our journeys to heaven from the deepest depths in the abyss of hell.
As a Marine, God trained me how to wield a sword, so I could learn how to wield my pen like a sword, which is why we parry to #Ephesians6v17 and #Hebrews4v12, and if we search these hashtags for twelve minutes, we can explore our own sermons from one sentence. Am I a priest or shaman or something? Of course, I am neither nowhere nor anywhere near the perfect Christian, because I am a warrior who fights evil, so evil fights me back. The good loses fights to evil, and the good becomes evil. The light loses to the darkness, and the light becomes dark. Darkness loses to the light, and the darkness becomes light. Evilness loses to good, and the evil becomes good. I am a white eagle warrior blessed by #Mark16v18, and even though I don’t broadcast my faith like fake-Christian cult members (#Matthew6v5-#Matthew6v7), people know I am a Christian by judging the fruit hanging from my branches, and when it comes to social media, I hashtag Bible verses from the New and Old Testaments and give sermons all the time if people let their idle hands click on the hash-tagged words and thus the (s)word(s) of God.
Essentially, I am a warrior monk poet, so I record my journey out the maze of Satanic mind-control, which is why my white Woody hat leaves behind mazes of hashtags, and #WeThePeople tell the story in a pyramid code #WeThePeopleAreTheKey to save as many souls lost in the darkness without bequeathing the forbidden knowledge to those unworthy to see the light. If you’re wondering why I randomly change punctuation and use hashtags, it’s because I’m a white hat. You know, a High Priest, a wizard, a hacker, or whatever. Of course, I made this prevalent when I traveled the country in a Mini Cooper like David Webb waving at the cameras at Google, and Amazon, and Windows, and Apple, and Facebook, and the Golden Gate Park, and Chinatown, and San Francisco City Hall on Election Day 2020. #WhereIsWoody
I was there, waiving at security cameras everywhere. What do I do? I do a lot of things. I know a lot of things. I am what you would call a political asset. I know about the blue and white triangle transgender-pedophile bathrooms right across from children’s playgrounds at Golden Gate Park.
The Golden Boy knows where to get all the best pizza near Chinatown and Kezar Drive. We know who Swalwell vodka and who Swalwell Scotch but not their chewing gum around the San Francisco Bay and Silicon Valley. If you’re not High on the pyramid, you don’t get the High joke. You would be surprised what you can find in the shadows of the Rockefeller double pyramid temple known as Mount Diablo and its Devil’s Pulpit to Moloch. To quote Nancy Pelosi: #LookAtAMap Anyway, Nancy Pelosi invited #US, #WeThePeople to Chinatown, so I went and snooped around, wearing my white hat everywhere I went. Where Is Woody?
Basically, my social media presence for the last couple years has been in stealth ninja mode. I spent years figuring out how to use Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter’s algorithms to maximize the number of people who I want to see my posts, while minimizing the number of people that I do not want to see my posts, while keeping it all public and not using direct messaging to communicate. I spent years figuring out how to get politicians to read my posts with 0 likes, while having under 250 Twitter followers. In other words, I did the opposite of everyone else, laugh out loud. My Twitter profiles were NOT normal whatsoever. I would have people with 25k, 50k, and 100k followers follow me, but none of them liked my posts, but I know they read them. Otherwise, why would I be one in their 250 following list? Hell, I know of several powerful people who would follow my Twitter without following me. How do I know? First of all, one of them checked me out about 17 times during her CPAC photoshoot, and my talking points and counter-talking points would get High up the Republican and Democrat Parties’ ladders in a day or two. Who do you think initiated the President Trump for Speaker talk almost a year ago? Why was I in Matt Gaetz district for three months in the spring of 2021?
When I posted photos from San Francisco City Hall on Election Day 2020 and tagged Marjorie Taylor Greene, this rockstar congresswoman was banned from Twitter immediately, and then I was banned from Twitter a few hours later. Twitter can #FactCheckBirdBox. I’m not saying MTG read my Tweets or needed to read my tweets, but I do know of a smoking congresswoman who has, because she would not stop staring at me during her CPAC photoshoot. Seriously though, I am a political scientist who knows exactly how propaganda functions and how to counter propaganda and counter-propagandize while Nancy Pelosi works bottles into her bed and under the covers with Big Tech. Thusly, why I was at San Francisco City Hall on November 3th, 2020 in the first place. On Election Day, I started to take photos of the voter and election fraud happening right there in front of the Abraham Lincoln statue at San Francisco City Hall, but I realized there were cameras everywhere, so I stopped taking photos of the cars and trucks showing up and dropping off bags and barrels of ballots, turned to the cameras, and waved while wearing my white Woody hat. #WhereIsWoody
Don’t even get me started on Tom Hanks and his missing toys’ stories. Speaking of which, where is Tom Hanks from? Where is Tom Hanks anyway? Where is Congressman Swalwell’s district? It’s weird how Reese and I were there for all of this.
It’s like I’m a wizard or High Priest or hacker or whatever, but when I get up to about 250 followers on Twitter, doing what I do, I get banned without jail time. It happened every time I created an account, whether it was @DrBrdman or @NotDrBrdman or anonymous profiles, but I don’t think Twitter liked me taking photos in front Twitter wearing my white Woody hat and grinning like Donald Trump when he’s being a where is Woody? If Big Tech only knew what we really knew. #WeHaveItAll The point is, that’s how I used those social media platforms and profiles at the time, and social media profiles and platforms are all about form and function. When I first started experimenting with self-learning AI and algorithmic manipulation, my social media presence was drastically different.
Needless to say, Facebook shut me down for all of 2020, because I would make a post that would get 200k shares in two days, and they would find a reason to throw me in jail. Then I would get out Facebook jail, and then I would make a post that would get 200k shares in two days, and they would find a reason to throw me in jail. Ultimately, they banned me the day my father and fatherland died, November 4th, 2020. Yes sir, my life is like a fairytale of irony and adventure, which is why my father died when those ballots appear, which is why I became a writer and agreed to write #ThePatriotPlan, while simultaneously planing, training, and executing Operations Bookzkrieg and Winged Rapture to save God’s children.
After these psychopaths at Facebook banned #SaveTheChildren for awhile, I am honestly surprised they didn’t ban #GodWins. Unfortunately, I lost a bet on that one, but even prophets can’t be prophetic all the time; they’re just prophets, not Jesus.