Do you ever get that feeling when you just want to tell everyone to fuck off/get lost when you're standing humiliated, alone outside Freemason's Hall, having had your brains zapped the three previous nights, on the 100th anniversary of the assassination of Arch Duke Ferdinand, to protest the Freemasonic engineering of the carnage of World War One, and you begin to realise that far from being part of a brotherhood of truth of justice and all that, you are actually all on your own, and can therefore do or say anything in your quest to stop all this shit?
No.
I thought not.
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