That would indeed be a glorious day.
by Jon Rappoport
October 2, 2018
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No one knows where it started, but on the evening of August 12, 2075, all over the world, groups began disintegrating.
Not just sewing circles and protest juntas and gamers; not just political activists and victim-support organizations; and not just governments and armies.
Religious and racial groups fell apart, too. By some accounts, they were the last to go.
In Greborg-Lavre-Brooklyn, on the former French and German border, Kayne Larder, a Muslim leader of a motorcycle gang, the V-2, stood on busy streetcorner and said, “I’m not black, I’m not religious, I’m not a V-2. I’m me.”
As gang members and neighbors moved forward to stone him to death, an anonymous person started beating on a drum. He shouted, “I don’t belong to anything or anybody!”
Everyone froze, including Hesh Zion, the king of the Hebrew…
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