Consider this:
The Satanic Creed (I typed: Crud) is:
Good is Evil
Evil is Good
That’s Opposite Day, kids.
So, if we apply an Inverter Logic Gate to everything that they say, then we might arrive at the Truth.
Everything these days is labeled as: Going Green.
Butt what is that? Green is the color of the Eyes of Envy. The Green Meteorite at the Temple at Carthage. The Green Stone of Thoth. The team color of Satan. The Un-ease of a Frog Puppet. The Color of Money. The supposed return of a Verdent Ea-rth by genociding and entire species down to Georgia Guidestone levels.
Really?
Because it seems to me the ones who had the power to fuck things up in the first place could, with that same power, unfuck it in a fortnight but things have only gotten progressively un-greener.
Is Ra Elis have bulldozed THREE THOUSAND YEAR OLD OLIVE TREES.
https://www.juancole.com/2015/08/israelis-800000-palestinian.html
Yahoody-driven GOLD SEEKERS disappeared entire forests that you probably never knew where there, therefore you never knew they were gone.
Going Green?
how about Opposite Day?
GREEN GOING.
For me that makes a fuckload more sense. These creatures are antithetical to Life Itself. So, when the say they want to go Green they never really DEFINED what green means - did they?
They ALLOW you to infer, what it might mean and then they smile as they excoriate ad terraform (Terror Form) the planet to their denuded lifeless liking.
If you need more proof:
They never did DEFINE what GREEN means.
I'm thinking it has something to do with the SOYLANT variety.
Anything goes!
Here in Northern Minnesota I began noticing the dying trees and forests about a dozen years ago. Actually, when I think about it now more like 20+ years, when I began to see how the top halves of native paper birch along the North Shore of Lake Superior were rotting – turning black, splitting, and falling into heaps to the ground below. I have known these trees all my life as many of my relatives live along the scenic main corridor along the shore that’ll take travelers all the way to the Canadian border. The area was known for its glorious, lively birch. But the drive, one day pristine the next appearing as though it had suffered a nuclear attack, had become disturbing. Wellllll paper birch are not nnnnaaaative to Northern Minnesota, squawked ‘officials’ at the DNR.
Fast forward another 10-or-so-years: When our stately spruce and white, jack, and Norway pine – at one time strategically lined around homes, fields, even roads and highways to act as windbreaks – began to uproot over the slightest of hard winds and heavy rains I became alarmed. Naively, I thought I could arouse attention to the issue by creating a photo journal and posting it all to zukbook so I set about taking pictures. And, though not selfies, or plates of food, or nasty feet with painted red toenails pointing out toward an innocent beach, I went ahead and posted it all to fuk I mean zukbuk …
“They’re OLD TREES,” said someone.
Two, three, maybe four ‘likes’. Otherwise, no one cared.
(((Sigh)))
Enough said.