CBTS #499 Q ON FIRE Edition

1. The purpose is to log events as they happen over the coming days. Everything is connected, Everything has meaning.
2. Yes, we all see the attempts to demoralize us and derail our redpills to the normies. Stay strong lads. Focus and believe
3. Stick to your choice. No one tells you what to do, so just do the voodoo you do so well Sup Forums
4. How would *you* succinctly break all this news to your blue-pilled friend? Does the initial message need to answer every detail? Do normies even post here? Bring them along for the ride and celebrations lads.
5. Get Comfy, Believe in your bones that we're riding the greatest timeline in existence.

QMAP
LASTEST Q (Q ON FIRE)
Nov 22
ANS Nov 20 & 21
Green1 (++ Counter) Green 2, 3 4 remains

Advise for newfriends *GUIDE Q Trip !ITPb.qbhqo
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app.smartsheet.com/b/publish?EQBCT=e3d1071b533c412f8bc08ebbb1b444f6
cbts.wikispaces.com/Home
archive.is/VUm5R
pastebin.com/H8aUyMhA
archive.is/eH4S7
archive.is/vIxJq
faculty.arts.ubc.ca/tiberg/Homepage08/Resorces/minerva_prospectus.pdf
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pastebin.com/zB7Y05vX
dropbox.com/sh/cttxb9tqm7raowd/AAAxFfTDKuyUdrKc5NLamrU8a?dl=0
imgur.com/a/BMZ2b
pastebin.com/zszXk4Zh
pastebin.com/fxf4Jqmp
cog49.com/ft.pdf
pastebin.com/gHDKKBjW
rizvitraverse.com/contact/
owler.com/iaApp/486829/rizvi-traverse-company-profile?_escaped_fragment_=#!
reuters.com/article/us-twitter-ipo-rizvi-insight/insight-little-known-hollywood-investor-poised-to-score-with-twitter-ipo-idUSBRE9920VW20131003
twitter.com/AnonBabble

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Wow it's REALLY happening!!!

VALIDITY of Q >>Q-Text:
>pastebin.com/vTs4pdpC anonfile.com/b4N8X2ccb5/Q5.pdf
>pdf-archive.com/2017/11/16/q5/

*QMAP REDUX WITH SIGNATURES !!SPREADSHEET: Open to contributions, with answers being a collective effort. SS user Helpful as it provides the actual flow and context (with links to posts in archive +date)
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Sealed Indictments are a huge thing
1,800+ NOW
SPREAD IT FAR, SPREAD IT WIDE.
Pray for the protection of those in harms way.
Godspeed anons.

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was the previous thread posted 30 minutes ago (((deleted)))?

The air surrounding Buttercup is frigid and heavy, weighing down on her like she's sunken beneath ocean water. It makes each breath a challenge, the oxygen feels sharp in her lungs, yet she perseveres. Another scream bubbles up inside her throat, but with her chest aching, she can't form it and it comes out as a gurgled cry. Her voice is already ragged from her previous (failed) attempts, and it's not up for much more exertion. Why in god's name is no one answering her?

How can they not hear her? She grew up in a house with two sisters, she knows damn well how to make herself heard when she wants to! Instead, her voice bounces weakly off the walls, like a mere little girl's. Buttercup is no little girl, she's a fighter—a powerful woman, a hero! She isn't weak, and she will be damned before she allows anyone to paint her as such! Whoever has trapped her here is going to rue the day they put their hands on her!

Q's letting the world know that ratlines and wealth strings are drying up and being cut.
They [Wizards and Warlocks] have already carried out one of the largest silent sweeps in history (The massive amount of pedo-related arrests after Trump was sworn in).
Got the lackies on the bottom, flipped 'em, and worked up the chain as much they could.
Now the sources of wealth that fueled these entire operations got cut off. (The +++ ++ + is a countdown associated with bleeding the three groups: SA Rothchild and Soros)
The ones in the middle of all this are on their own, and freaking out.
With the full weight of the Military, Navy, and everyone Loyal to the American People/Trump in what you might call a position of STRATEGIC PATIENCE against the bad actors left.
Pray for those who are saving the Republic of America.

WHAT HAPPENED IN SA WILL HAPPEN IN AMERICA
SA > NA > ASIA > EU
>"My fellow Americans, the Storm is upon us.."

>NEW
SS Insight Directions TPTB Backup Keen RD (for NORMIES) SUMMARY ON CF+++ Meaning
MESSAGE TO ALL LURKERS THE MESSENGER Q-Book TASKS (For those who are lost)
0. LOOK, REREAD THE QMAP
1. PRODUCE Infographs/CIRCLEMAPS/Memes detailing SA, CF, NK.. EG: TEMPLATE 2. 3. REDPILL families, friends
4. Dig into $$$ QRD SocialMedia RPP ENDGAME M-Intel user Saudi theory Big picture SA timeline SA PRINCES FOG OF WAR Search analytics theory
EU Q Trip !6.YVwvfgt6

NYT Post (Declaration of war per Q)
archive.is/VUm5R

Concise EVENT LOG/NEWS
NOV 21 NOV 22 ULTRA CONCISE BY FIBO-SIG user pastebin.com/H8aUyMhA

CRUMBS
Nov 10-12 Nov 13-14 Nov 14 Nov 15 Nov 16-19 >Nov 20
MSM SM/Q Q CLEARANCE AF1 over NK NK & Clowns Soros sells Twatter FB etc stocks (In light of RECENT Q)
Yellen to resign in 2018 archive.is/eH4S7
BO, LL documents requested Opium field bombing archive.is/vIxJq

>Nov 21
Soros-funded Organisations CERN & White Rabbit >>Swiss Ft Knox KEYSTONE V1 V2 V3
Answers U1 Informant 2

Minerva’s Rule:
Canadian, European, and Japanese Leadership in Global Institution-Building

faculty.arts.ubc.ca/tiberg/Homepage08/Resorces/minerva_prospectus.pdf

A wince scrunches up Buttercup's face as she shifts yet again, struggling to keep her weight balanced. The shackles jingle, her arms held above her head by the metal manacles. She's yanked at them for ages it feels like, and the pale flesh of her wrists is bruised and raw now. Her legs are shaking from holding her up, trying to keep from hanging all her weight on her arms, her shoulders already feel ready to pop off. That's not a good look, and Buttercup doesn't plan to start the new trend. Odious green eyes shoot a glare up to the chains that are keeping her imprisoned.

What sort of demented freak is behind this one? Buttercup can't for the life of her remember, nor can she remember how she ended up here. She's tried to think on it, she's sure she has…but her memory is muddled. She feels lost and alone without at least one of her sisters at her side, and she's not sure if it's a relief or not that they aren't with her. If they aren't here, where are they? Were they captured too, or were they searching for her, hunting for her kidnapper? Buttercup hopes fervently that it's the latter, and that soon, they'll come busting through the walls to unchain her.

Remember to PRAY we need faith now more than ever.

Yeah, isn't this the 2nd or even 3rd #499 bread?

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>Nov 22
!!Hugh Hefner/Q Crash & ++ Counter BAYS [..+1] == CBZT
Owl by Q Owl/Minerva GLOBALIZATION Symbolism
Spoopy Owl
FLY Eagle FLY BC = Eagle
LANGLEY @CHANNEL 9 Conyers Harassment archive.is/j2gH3
MAGA No OWLs in China/Russia Bohemian Club McCain BOOT SWITCH SIDES (CHAIR)
Singing Birds SET is drawn on the entrance lawn in KOREAN Some OWLS In light of DEC 18 SIGNATURES V2 ***GODFATHER III
/_\ Rizi Travels CF and Pod Group pastebin.com/zB7Y05vX

Fear is not something Buttercup is familiar with. Her dalliances with it have always been brief in the past, and she doesn't wish to revisit it. Fear is like an ex that she holds in bitter regards, and she believes it's best they see little of each other and that fear keeps its distance. It brings nothing but badness wherever it goes. Buttercup is too tough for that, she's the hard-hitter! Nothing can shake her, and she's not about to let some freak who goes around chaining people up start scaring her.

Yet, her mind, still a wasteland with flurries of broken up memory, it warns her. She isn't sure what the alarms blaring are for, but she's learned in her years as a crime fighter that ignoring warning bells can get you in a world of trouble. Even with her ignorance, dread gnaws at her empty belly. Why is she here? Why, why, why? Why can't she remember? What's happening to her?!

>500 threads of this shit
Can someone give me some hard evidence that even one thing here is true?

Bookman's time as breadmaker is up.
Impeach.
Need new fucking baker.

>Any fucking volunteers, you lazy fuckups?
>Now's your time to shine.

Frustration in the form of another strangled cry launches past Buttercup's lips, where she's chewed them raw. The foreboding inside her has torn a pit wide open, and fear is spilling in, poisoning her resilience. It's growing stronger, a steady rise that Buttercup feels powerless to stop. Growing frantic, she whips her head around, her hair falling into her eyes as she searches the room for the umpteenth time for a clue or a way to escape. She comes up with nothing, like every other time. The room is barren, with nothing but its chill and shadows to answer Buttercup's questions. She keeps hoping that, by some chimerical wish, an escape route will open before her very eyes. She's all but memorized the dank room by now, and every time she closes her eyes, she only sees dusty walls and clanking chains. There are no windows, no furniture, no anything! The only sign that there's an entrance is the staircase to the left, it leads up to a door that Buttercup can't see.

There's nothing but her and her burgeoning panic. It's begun clawing at her, fighting to escape her, and she can do nothing but yank her bleeding wrists on the manacles and wheeze out a raw expletive. Where is she, why hasn't anyone found her yet? Is this guy really that good that he can kidnap her, a Powerpuff Girl, and no one's caught him? That door, she doesn't doubt, is locked, even if she were to somehow snap the chains after hours of trying. Has it been hours? She can't quite say, time feels slow and slippery, she can't gain a good enough grasp on it to gauge how much time she's spent here. With her bruised wrists and cracking voice, it has to have been a while, right?

Oh FFS

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The thick silence in the room that's been clinging to Buttercup's ears gets broken by the sound of a soft, unassuming creak. Strung as tight as a bowstring, Buttercup zeroes in on the sound, focusing on it as her own heartbeat fills her ears. The quiet sound sends a knife of fresh adrenaline piercing through her veins, but it's nothing compared to the thunderous "SLAM!" that follows. She flinches, jangling her bonds as the noise bellows around her. Buttercup sucks in a breath past her teeth as she jerks her head up to look towards the staircase. A look of rage sours her expression. The adrenaline has rejuvenated her, strengthened her resolve. Whoever's coming is gonna get a royal beatdown!

She tries to pull herself up, but her muscles don't respond. They're sluggish and jelly-like, leaving Buttercup in the dust when she tries to use them. Startled by how slow and weak her body feels, she forgets the sound above her until she hears steady, slow footsteps making their way downstairs, one step at a time. The adrenaline is there, ready and willing, but Buttercup's strength feels sapped! Her energy feels all spent, like she'd fought a hard battle. Maybe that's why she's strung up in this cell, she'd lost a fight; she can only hope her sisters had escaped the same fate.

Totally destroyed the one where I had a great ID name! :( BOO!

The content will prove a baker's worth

To Bakers wanting to update the batter when I'm away:
> Get batter pastebin.com/zszXk4Zh
> Copy batter to Notepad/new pastebin (eliminates all the arrows from directly copy-pasting)
> Add fresh content to the BOTTOM of each section (Q Posts to 1st Post, Anons Findings to 3rd Post, OC (Memes etc) to 4th Post)
> Keep Notepad/new pastebin open while baking

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in case any newfags are confused shills are trying to divide threads, this is the real thread where Q continues to post, other threads are replicas

Q confirms Rizvi Traverse Management = clowns

Space X = Possible clown ICBM delivery?
Tesla = cars that clowns can crash?

looking back on very recent history
i sure as hell would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when this happened

Why is she wasting time feeling sorry for herself? Why does she have to be so fucking useless right when it counted! Buttercup is a Powerpuff Girl, not a sniveling coward! When things get tough, she only gets tougher, that's how it works. She isn't supposed to feel so…so useless. Ugh, even the word makes her flinch. No, she's not useless, she's never useless! The "damsel in distress" title belongs to Bubbles, not her. Buttercup can handle anything thrown at her and she won't crumble.

A dark, quiet chuckle breaks into Buttercup's hazy senses then, the familiar timbre of the voice sends a chill down her back. Her eyes widen with recognition. No, that's impossible, he…he's long gone!

"Well, princess, is that all you got?" the voice continues, "that's rotten, I was expecting more of a fight outta you!"

surprised bannon and kushner were allowed to sit in on that

I cannot stand lurking anymore so here's my input. Lets see if I get the formatting right.

>>>/150511300/150512900

>(Y) What does it mean to be covered in gold?
It represents god so a Y head covered in gold means you worship satan
>Can you locate one other pic w/ Y head covered in gold?
At the base of the list of the popes buried at St. Peter's Basillica in Rome
>What does this represent?
All of the popes on this list worshiped satan.

Thank you Q,
May God Bless You!

It can't be. It can't be! Another shudder crawls down Buttercup's back, wrapping around her with cold and spindly legs. The voice is cruel, filling the air with frost as it speaks. Buttercup pries open her eyes, not having realized she'd shut them. It all feels slow, too slow, like time itself is lagging for fear of going forward. She doesn't want to idle by, and she won't! She forces her eyes open and into a hateful glower, one that falters when it meets the gaze of the boy in front of her. Those blaring alarms inside of her are screaming at top volume now, the restless writhing in her gut morphing into vehement churning. She can't understand—she's defeated him once, he's nothing but a newt! Why is her heart racing so fast in her chest, then? Something's wrong, everything about this feels off, but she can't put her finger on it. She's a little busy worrying about how the heck she ended up in this position, in front of someone who should be dead.

His eyes, a deep emerald that reflected like cool glass, hold Buttercup's gaze with steady ease. He looks calm, confident—he has Buttercup all strung up in front of him, after all. She grits her teeth in a snarl, hoping that it comes off as vicious as she feels. Those eyes are unmistakable, even if she might have doubted it was really him, at first. His hair is a tad longer, enough to get in his eyes, and he's grown, maturing just as Buttercup has. But, it doesn't make sense, none of it makes sense. She'd watched him and his brothers die. But, those eyes, oh, they look right through her. He's the only match in the world for her.

There has been plenty, lurk more harlot

There is no evidence of anything, this is all horseshit.

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The tunnels from Playboy mansion goto Jack Nicolson's house, Warren Beatty, and Kirk Douglas' house. Says on the skematic...

No, it's just covered up with horseshit shill comments like yours. If you think nothing is here, perhaps a more productive use of your time would be to go into your kitchen and drink some fucking bleach?

space x = rockets
but what i wrote in the last thread applies as well, i believe
there is so much federal money up for grabs
space x is a grant-writing company
>look at us, we're going to space
>can't go to space
>mfw
>pic related is defango

SNOW WHITE appears more than anything in the Q -map. It is confirmed as referencing NSA/CIA, but we are told to take it deeper too. There is much depth to the term. The original story reflects ancient knowledge of seven forces of nature (the seven dwarfs), that would preserve the Christian world for many centuries, then be part of a GREAT AWAKENING when discovered. This now-recent discovery also reveals long-hidden messages in the Bible unlocked only with (keyed to) the knowledge of these same natural forces. This is referred to in Revelation as SEVEN SEALS of a book.

The earliest version of the Snow White fairy tale was written in low German, no doubt because it was authored by a Kabbalah sage who understood every living thing is made up of seven distinct but interactive systems. We can also bet the 7 CIA supercomputers named after the seven dwarfs are similarly interactive. But just as the story has it, these same forces of nature would only revive and sustain the Christian world (Snow White) twice. After that, the knowledge of how they work must be revealed to prevent evil men from using it against others. (Picture related)
The study and the whole disclosure is here : cog49.com/ft.pdf
Here are some key points within it : pastebin.com/gHDKKBjW
See also :

I'm telling the truth, nothing of value has ever happened in these threads because they are absolute fucking garbage.

> Karen Blanchard

Chief Compliance Officer Brave Warrior Capital Inc, 1/2011-PRESENT
Chief Compliance Officer Rizvi Traverse Mgmt LLC, PRESENT
Chief Compliance Officer Brave Warrior Advisors LLC, 1/2011-UNKNOWN

BRAVE WARRIOR ADVISORS, LLC

Largest holdings:

SCHWAB CHARLES CORP
ALLIANCE DATA SYSTEMS
HCA HEALTHCARE
ANTERO RES CORP
LIBERTY GLOBAL PLC
JPMORGAN CHASE & CO
BROOKFIELD ASSET MGMT INC
PRIMERICA INC
AXALTA COATING SYS LTD
IQVIA HLDGS INC
SENSATA TECHNOLOGIES HLDG NV
LIBERTY GLOBAL PLC
COMCAST CORP
BANK AMER CORP

Right now, he's stronger than her.

No, no, Buttercup won't accept that! She'd beaten him, she'd totally kicked his butt and she'll do it again! He was gone, he shouldn't be here, this can't be real!

A wicked smirk curves upon the boy's lips as he listens to Buttercup's growl, his eyes glimmering with spiteful mirth. Does he find this funny? Is this all nothing but a game to him?! Buttercup tightens her fists, rattling the chains. With purposeful steps, he prowls closer to where Buttercup stands chained to the wall, blood now staining the manacles. Red gleams on silver. As he nears, Buttercup's vision appears to grow hazy. Her breathing picks up when she realizes she can no longer see the wall in front of her—the entire room seems to fade out, morphing into black abyss as her focus returns to the threat before her. Him? He's crystal clear.

She tries again to free herself (because the other times didn't count?) but the attempt only jars her bones, the metal biting into her flesh. When she screams this time, it's pain as much as fury. Her body sinks with exhaustion as weariness washes over her. Buttercup feels like someone's injected her with liquid metal, making her heavy and slow. Her own body no longer even feels real to her. This isn't her, Buttercup isn't so pathetic. She wants to shake herself and scream "What's wrong with you?!" at her own brain. Has he drugged her, is that what this is? To make her powerless? What a coward's act!

I've been here since thread #42, and been banned twice. Who the fuck are -you- to tell -me- there's nothing here, you fucking gay fucking faggot.
Neck yourself, because as far as i'm concerned, you're 85% of the reason society is a waste of air.
You fuckup faggot. Hilarious.
Can't shill me, bitch.

Ignore user-a-bots who try to bake LSD laced bread. Q only posts in Bookman or NightBaker.
All others who try to distract are proving Q's point.

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Fuck 20% Q.
Gimme the 80%.

A cold hand snatches Buttercup's face suddenly, fingers digging into her skin as it tilts her head up. She narrows her eyes into a scowl as she looks up to face him. She may be restrained, but she's at least gonna look this sicko in the eyes. His eyes are startlingly intense, and she hates how transparent she feels when he looks at her. It makes her feel small, and no one has that right! Buttercup's eyes harden with malice as she lifts her chin to try and pull herself out of his hand. "Paws off, you bastard!" she snaps, her voice booming with a strength she doesn't feel. She wants to yell more, to shout and throw a tantrum. She's been screaming for who knows how long with all her might, but she's gotten no reactions. She wants him to react, to fear her and know he's made a mistake trifling with her!

He aims a smug grin at her, instead, and Buttercup narrows her eyes with contempt. She's getting sick of waiting around for him to do something, what was the point of all this? Fame, bravado, vengeance? Either or, if he isn't going to make the first move, then she will. Gathering as much saliva in her parched mouth as she can, she spits it into his face. Satisfied, Buttercup gets what she'd so hungered for, a reaction. He lets her go and jerks his face to the side, and a few moments pass before he moves again. Slowly, calmly, he reaches up and cleans his face off with his sleeve. What's wrong with this guy? Why's he not getting angry, fighting, shouting things at her? That's what they do! That's what Buttercup is used to! Buttercup can battle any monster, but staying still and waiting? She can't do that, that isn't her game.

NEW YORK, NY

575 Madison Avenue, 7th Floor
New York, NY 10022
rizvitraverse.com/contact/
Rizvi also has office in 7th floor

When he turns back to face her, Buttercup feels her fear escalate inexplicably. It's risen to a rolling boil inside her, frothing and spilling over the edges. She's never felt such grotesque and raw terror before, it's like it's burrowed and taken root in her chest. It was like an animal instinct, something she has no control over, and Buttercup doesn't take kindly to things she can't control, especially about herself.

Sharp teeth bare in a cruel smirk, one that makes Buttercup have to swallow her heart. Finally, he speaks. She isn't sure if that's what she's been waiting for, but if it is, she wishes she could take it back. His voice is as cold and powerful as the manacles chaining Buttercup up.

"You're going to regret that, princess," he warns her, right before he lunges at her prone form, ready to tear her apart like a starved lion going for a wounded deer. It's sharp claws and ravenous teeth.

Buttercup wakes up screaming.

End Chapter 1

how tf is that gold thing so hard

IMPORTANT
We need to create a timeline for Playboy and the mansion.
>Hefner puts mansion up for sale, condition is he stays there until death
>Ben Kohn (previously managing partner at Rizvi), now known as glowing in dark, installed as interim CEO in 2016
>Pam Anderson visits Assange at Ecuadorian embassy in London multiple times in 2016, also during the entire shitstorm of October that year
>Hefner dies '17
Was Hefner CIA (quite obvious)? What are we missing here?
see:
ALSO, yes, it seems to actually fucking happening. Everybody get your head out the sand and help. We all fight the same war, we all want the same thing. We now have purpose. Stop shitposting, start helping. You are valuable.

you will overdose lol.
srsly. you will.

please take it slow on that bottle, else you might jump off a building

owler.com/iaApp/486829/rizvi-traverse-company-profile?_escaped_fragment_=#!

Amen to that, user! getting sick of the "get the fuck out of here" shit, myself. We'll be lucky if Q just doesn't say fuck it, let em stay stupid. They could have saved the world but threw it all away by being little ass buddy kids!

Ben Kohn, managing partner at Rizvi Traverse Management, the private equity firm that holds a majority stake in Playboy, has been appointed interim CEO. While overseeing operations at Playboy Enterprises, Kohn will continue in his role at Rizvi Traverse.

“Scott and his team have done a remarkable job of transforming Playboy into a modern global lifestyle brand,” said Mr. Kohn. “I have personally enjoyed working closely with him over the last five years through taking the company private, building our global products licensing division and expanding our media and entertainment business."

Rizvi Traverse + Playboy = ?

Sheila Rizvi:
"a 47-year-old financier who guards his secrecy so zealously that he employs a person to take down his Wikipedia entry and scrub his picture from the Internet"

reuters.com/article/us-twitter-ipo-rizvi-insight/insight-little-known-hollywood-investor-poised-to-score-with-twitter-ipo-idUSBRE9920VW20131003

#BootGate

Spread it FAR
>>>Spread it WIDE

NightBaker !!6kZ44O8g0Wt (ID: CCX3X6ii) KN 11/21/17(Tue)06:24:24 No.150317674▶ Bro, I did go to the union as I'm a baker. I figured all the bakers were organizing themselves.

We all use / used the SAME batter from Bookman, check back my breads, long, long before any union.

I went there 2 times, 2 nights, and when this shit-show happened, didn't go back.

I'm a volunteer who stepped in long ago when a baker was needed. Check my history, and who I took the batter from every time. I've never invented my own.

Peace.

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Where's your fucking aggression anons? Defend your fucking beliefs. Don't sit here and take a dildo up your fucking ass because some cuck told you that was the proper course of action. If you're here, just to naysay, you're literally as useful as the chunk of shit that falls off my ass after I wipe. You serve no purpose in life, so you come in here and try to validate yourself with some fucked up warped sense of purpose. Get fucked, drink bleach, and suffer. Seriously. Half of you fuckups are from reddit.
You
>Seriously
Need
>To
Go
>The
Fuck
>Back

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the same souls who built the pyramids still walk the earth today
i think that was the hardest one for me to swallow because i didn't know the depth or breadth
>still don't, but it's really, really bad. we're outnumbered, except for having God on our side

has anyone went through this? follow the owl right?

>FOR PEOPLE THAT ARE OUT OF THE LOOP.
>VERY RECENT UPDATE.
>SERIOUS.

McCain has swapped his boot.
His supposed medical shoe is now on his other foot.
Image related is from his twitter.

jesus okay mom
how about 35% at least??

Archiving threads at 300 now? Classy.
These threads have been intensely bot spammed and trolled over the last few days, to the point there was so much bot posting going on that when it hit 300 posts, at least 250 were bot posts. Its very forced, seems like a combo of bots and people pissed that their "Le %" and other similar bullshit threads that aren't on the top of the catalog all the time anymore. Also, people were making tons of duplicate threads to get CBTS threads deleted and people banned. The tripcode thing was one of the things that was done by people to be able to see messages through the bots/ people trolling (and honestly, quite a few people wanted to be identifiable because of standard tripfag bullshit), but that backfired pretty quickly because they just started putting trips on themselves & mimicking/copying posts in the thread.
They usually leave the threads after the bump limit passes conversations usually start in those older threads unless they get archived or deleted.

Bump. Everyone read this. Playboy/Hef is a worthwhile line of inquiry.

This obviously begs the question of Pam Anderson and the White Wiz. Was he being entrapped, or was he given the goods?

The fact that immediately after Pam's visit, JA's internet was cut, seems to scream to me that she was giving him the goods, and the blackout was a glowboi retaliation. Yeah?

nice GETT.

do you think PAM is /our/ white rabbit?

look at her wiki, she seems like a great person that perserverd through horrible things.

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he looks smug too, he's clearly displaying the other ankle

Ancient Egyptians considered gold “the skin of the gods” -- specifically the sun god Ra -- and often used it to craft objects of spiritual significance.
Why is this relevant?

IDOLATRY is a sin against our Heavenly Father

Lol cry about it

Chapter 2: What's Inside my Head?
The door to Buttercup's room burst open with a great bang, offering little comfort to the green puff's already frazzled nerves. Rushing inside came Bubbles, her baby blue eyes wide with concern as she flounced up and into Buttercup's bed. The mattress dipped beneath her as she went to peer down at her sister, who was still lying motionless and staring up at the ceiling. Well, mostly the ceiling, now with a side of Bubbles.

"Buttercup? Buttercup! What's wrong?" Bubbles started, fretting over her sister. "What's the matter? Why did you scream? Are you hurt, did you see a monster in here?" Bubbles' voice grew shriller the longer Buttercup went without answering her, not realizing that she wasn't giving the older girl much of a chance to cut in.

Buttercup's dazed eyes came into focus as she shot a look at her distressed sister. The breathlessness remained in Buttercup's chest and she was working to fill her lungs with the oxygen they were starved of. The pain had faded from her limbs, though she still felt the pull of adrenaline in them. It made her want to punch the wall, but she doubted that Professor would be too happy about that happening…again.

Hold the fucking fort down, anons, If I dont have a cigarrette, i'm going to have a brain anuerism.

Moving sluggishly, Buttercup managed to sit up, proving to Bubbles she was not mortally wounded, as Bubbles' worried tone implied. The blonde wrapped her arms around Buttercup in a hug, to which Buttercup flinched away from. Bubbles cocked her head in confusion, looking a little wounded, but before she could question it, they got interrupted. It was lucky too, because Buttercup was in no mood to go explaining her horrid night. Blossom and Professor both came darting into the room, arriving from downstairs if their delay was to go by.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? We heard you scream." Professor sat down beside Buttercup and began to rub her back, but she flinched away from him, as she had done with Bubbles. Any touch felt uncomfortable and unwanted. She couldn't shake the clingy anxiety from her dream, and right then, Buttercup wanted nothing more than to be alone so she could sort herself out. It'd been ages since she'd had a nightmare, and she sure wasn't gonna go talking about it. Getting scared of a stupid dream was for little kids, and she was way too far above that. Blossom took notice of the discomfort Buttercup had exhibited and opted to sit in front of her, instead. That gave Buttercup a little space while Blossom could still look worried. Sometimes, Buttercup appreciated Blossom's attentiveness, but not her nosiness.

and it never stopped occurring

1: where is this?
2: prophecy says what about seven hills?

Hefner died at his home in Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, California, on September 27, 2017, at the age of 91.[71][72] The causes were cardiac arrest, respiratory failure, sepsis and an E. coli infection.[73][74][75]

strange combination

nice work mate

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Real Anonymous Bread
>Real Anonymous Bread
Don't Be Fooled by the Sloppy Fake Bread
Where is the NEW STUFF Section?
Why are half the links removed?
ALWAYS CHECK THE BREAD!
Real Anonymous Bread
>Real Anonymous Bread
Don't Be Fooled by the Sloppy Fake Bread
Where is the NEW STUFF Section?
Why are half the links removed?
ALWAYS CHECK THE BREAD!
Real Anonymous Bread
>Real Anonymous Bread

white rabbit=playboy logo?

Let me show you what I mean:

Lets say there was a red-pill that once you take it, you can no longer fap.

would you still take that red-pill even though it meant you could never fap again?

do you see what i'm talking about?

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PAM was a PLAYBOY-BUNNY

He is interred at Westwood Memorial Park in Los Angeles, in the $75,000 crypt beside Marilyn Monroe. "Spending eternity next to Marilyn is an opportunity too sweet to pass up," Hefner had told the Los Angeles Times in 2009.[76]

what is hugh hefner's connection to marilyn monroe?
what is marilyn monroe's connection to jfk?
what did marilyn monroe know?
what does pam know?

Anonymous (ID: a2h8rL+2) 11/21/17(Tue)23:50:16 No.150430069▶ all I said was

DONT TRUST NAMEFAGS TRYING TO BUILD A REPUTATION ON AN ANONYMOUS IMAGE BOARD.

I didnt claim anything as untrue all I am critiqing is your shill methods.

Buttercup's fingers twitched. Throwing the covers off herself, she got out of bed. "No, I want to get ready for school," she muttered, once again gesturing to the door to show Blossom out, just in case she'd forgotten.

Blossom raised her hands in a surrendering motion. "Okay, I can take a hint. I'll be downstairs. Don't be too late," Blossom warned. "We still have to give the police a hand and see if we can catch those robbers, and I've got a test first period." Blossom departed with a final shake of her head. She didn't understand why Buttercup had to be so stubborn and refuse her family at every turn. Blossom was trying to help, but Buttercup's aggressive independence often caused tension. If Buttercup could only accept a little help every now and then, it would make things much easier!

Once the door was finally shut, Buttercup let her head loll to the side. Her black hair, cropped to around her chin, was in a frizz around her head. She imagined she looked a lot like how she felt. How her family had managed not to laugh at that was beyond Buttercup. Honestly, she'd seen Blossom on a bad hair day, it was impossible not to laugh at! Granted, Blossom wore her hair to her waist, so she looked more like a red porcupine on bad days.

17:9 And here is the mind which hath wisdom. The seven heads are seven mountains, on which the woman sitteth

Good thinking. Hard to pinpoint if Pam is /ourgal/. Though if someone has seen some shit, I expect it to be her.
It was off by one. It would be incredible if she was actually a really nice person after all she seen.

Wearing that without the need for it can be cumbersome. I am guessing it prevents you to bend/pivot the feet. Using it on the same side would ache after a while.
Any medical student or doctors opinions are welcome.

> created the entire universe
> gets really offended if someone makes a little statue of a cow

Your God sounds like real faggot

With a reluctant groan, Buttercup stood up. She felt too tired to even lift her feet, but she couldn't afford to miss another day of school. Blossom, Professor, and her teachers had gotten on her case about missing classes already this year, Buttercup couldn't take another three-way nagging session. So, resigning herself to her fate, she started to get dressed. Instead of sprucing up much, she tossed on a loose-fitting band shirt that Professor had given her a while ago. It was a comfort, something Buttercup craved. What? She was allowed a comfort object, too! Once she was looking remotely presentable and ready for the day, she turned to look at her mirror to double check, and came to a pause. It was the first she'd taken the time to study herself that morning.

She looked a little bit like crap. Not much better than she felt, truth be told. She studied her reflection for a few moments, growing angrier by the second. In her chest lurked that lingering fear and helplessness she'd felt inside that nightmare. Now, those were the only pieces she had left of it, and she planned to sweep those right under the rug. She had a nagging desire to push herself to think on it, to remember what it'd been about, but she came up blank. Where she'd been, why it was happening, it was all fuzzy and useless. The most prominent question clawing at Buttercup's attention, though? Who the dream was about. She had a sneaking suspicion that the dream had been about someone rather than somewhere, or something. Still, she couldn't for the life of her recall, even when she spent several minutes trying. Great, now she could feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

Fun fact: diesel SUBS are nearly undetectable when operating submerged on battery power.
And the U.K. Owned Falk islands are very close.
G. Sor(os) just invested in a ARG company a few days ago.
>and oddly the sub went missing around the same time As the air accident over RCs

Their fetish for symbolism will defeat them

Look for owl and Y symbology and make lists, like q asked

Like buildings, statues, logo´s, music, movies, tattoos, hand signs, jewelry, etc.

From downstairs, Buttercup heard her sister shouting for her. "Come on Buttercup, we're leaving now!" Bubbles called up. It was a miracle the neighbors didn't wake up hearing that high pitched tone. Confused, Buttercup shot a look at her clock and realized how much time she'd wasted. Man, if she were ever put in charge of this city then she'd be sure that school started a lot later. She was gonna be tuckered out from hunting for robbers and in no mood for algebra, or chemistry, or any other thing that involved an inkling of brain power.

She rushed out the bedroom door, getting her backpack along the way. While darting through the kitchen, she snatched up a granola bar, something that wouldn't have made Professor all too happy if he'd known that was all Buttercup was eating. But, he wasn't around right now, was he? Unless one of her sisters tattled, Buttercup would be golden. Once outside, Buttercup launched into the air, having to hurry to catch up with her sisters. Buttercup nibbled at her meager breakfast as she soared over treetops, careless if her crumbs fell onto some unsuspecting person way below her. Buttercup noticed that the day was quite windy, meaning two things. One, it was a little difficult flying against the current, and two, Blossom had done her hair up in a bun.

Buttercup couldn't resist. "Hey bun head, why do we need to get up so early if school doesn't start for another hour? We can catch a robber or two in ten minutes." Buttercup usually saved her complaining about Blossom's decision making for times when she was more awake, when she had better remarks. But, getting up early was sinful, so Blossom deserved getting teased. Besides, what if today was the one day the robbers didn't strike, or they decided to do it later in the day, when the girls were at school? They'd have to be the world's worst robbers if they kept a consistent time every robbery!

maybe she was able to get all the data that Hefner had stockpiled to our White Wizord?

Someone please dox this self righteous fuck please

shills are doing a namefag/anonymous divide and conquer strategy now
know your shills

wow is literally no one trying anymore? holy fuck this was a waste of my time. get your shit together Sup Forums

Blossom shot her sister a look while Bubbles giggled into her hand, failing at hiding it. "That's arrogance, Buttercup," Blossom chastised. "I just wanted to see if we can catch the thieves since they usually work very early in the morning, according to the police. They don't seem very dangerous, I was thinking we could try and catch them off guard. It would give the cops a bit of a break, at least!" Blossom smiled. Jeez, it was sickening how cheerful Blossom could be so early in the morning. Buttercup could lose her granola bar, if it was worth the effort, and nothing was worth anything so early. The sun was only just peeking out over Townsville. "Besides, we can always use practice to stay at the top of our game, right ladies?"

Buttercup rolled her eyes. That goody-two-shoes was always looking out for some sort of work to make all of them do. Granted, in Blossom's defense, things were getting a little boring lately, and Buttercup felt like she could use a criminal or two to knock around. It didn't mean she couldn't complain, annoying Blossom was totally in Buttercup's job description.

While she was busy internally monologuing about the injustice of waking up early to play hide and seek with some petty thieves, something happened to catch Buttercup's keen eye. Perking up, she glanced down towards a corner jewelry shop, where she'd caught sight of two figures dressed all in black hurrying outside of the jewelry store. Well, what a perfect start to the morning. They were clearly both men, burly despite the exaggerated bulk of their jackets that had to be stolen goods. "Hey sis, are those our guys?" Buttercup nodded down to the pair of creeps.

McCain Real Doll or Weekend at Bernie's?

not sure you've grasped what happens to the world when you worship this particular cow. why are you in this thread even?