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the pseudo-Conservative Girl Gang Gaggle, as I know it from rumors and gossip, consists of women who are Jewish, Zionist-Friendly, political influencers who you have seen retweeted and flirted with on the X Algo Main, and billionaire wives and their influencer wannabe adjacents. I say Pseudo because basically none of them grew up on the American Christian Right, which is the literal backbone of American Conservatism. truly, most Jews in general have always been leftists, even if they were soft leftists, because the Democrat Party is where all the money is at.
but over the last decade, especially in the Trump Era, we saw a lot of intermingling here because of people like Nick Fuentes and Laura Loomer and that whole cadre of influencers who are always at each other's necks. I believe that when I popped out of hiding with my library of source docs, this created a bit of a schism because the right had a new player and that player wasn't focused on these sort of petty clickbait, mainstream crust types of things.
unlike everyone else, I wasn't in the position of being able to pussyfoot around it because I had, like, deep internet Intel at that point. so I got canceled literally right off the bat, and this had a more chilling network effect than all those "🚨BREAKING NEWS" influencers did. I would even venture to say that many of the Jewish USAID, NGO, and nepo-funded influencers did go through those documents themselves just to find out how to hasbara their way out of it.
but it was a bit too late since the entire world was basically already on the Anti-Zionist train. why? because it was true. we just didn't know the degrees of involvement by our favorite celebrities and CEOs because the internet generation never really had a good understanding of Zionism to begin with. the censorship apparatus hadn't been revealed to us and we hadn't begun to truly follow the money.
so Elon comes along and begins his shift to the right, but it's led by the soft-left "right-wing" Jewish influencers who were literally gonna grift this one to the bitter end. a young woman pops up who is desperate as literal hell to bag this man, but she's got some weird ties to some interesting projects, and there's also the scandal about her past, but he's empathetic to it because she's a victim of...whatever.
to be clear, I never went on the internet even and did anything in the vein of scandalous. never posted weird sexual stuff even though I'd been abused as a child, and never had pornographic tendencies with men. rarely ever sent nudes and certainly never liked to. I have never really, like, fished for attention in a sexual way, which is why you won't find a bunch of selfies of me on the internet.
what you WILL find, however, if you're on the inside of this pseudo-Conservatice Girl Gang Gaggle – and especially now – are a LOT of long-lens and smart phone stalker photos and videos of me...because that is what these women have done for the past who knows how long. and it's creepy just knowing it, because it's creepy having ANY sort of footage of anyone where they are not an active participant in its capture.
so, there are laws about this in the state of Florida, and really everywhere, and that's the problem: if you're doing this with intent, you can't claim that it was by happenstance. as a highly targeted person, there's literally no such thing anymore. and I think that they got high off their own supply of gossip and this made men actually dislike them.
because what man actually likes women who make it a mission to destroy a woman who is otherwise not doing shit to hurt anyone? but WAH, I said a mean thing one time in response to the whispers that so-and-so knows so-and-so has a secret affinity with you and she HATES IT. well, ma'am, it's just an affinity. it's a type of affection and it is a meme, whether it is a joke or not.
but obviously, as things progressed while I was in Miami, I realized that it wasn't something that could be passed off as a meme or a joke. no, this affinity was very real for OTHER PEOPLE. like. so real that these same women weren't getting the attention the used to get and they were BIG MAD. the network effect this had on the influencer population as a whole was also chilling. I had nosejob bbls in their g-wagons pulling up to my work to record me...working. like haha look at her...working.
yeah, I was working. so what.
now, the owners of the roach hostel that Diddy allegedly liked to transport women from – it's a bit of a human trafficking hub to put it lightly – is allegedly 'acquaintances' with Jared Kushner, who is allegedly actually gay. there was a gay illegal immigrant who was running a identity and credit card theft ring out of this hostel, and he would hire lots of gays to also do sex work on premise. the manager knew about this and it was basically the precedent for the Stupid Rules Based Order that he enforced through Whatsapp.
my presence there was not random, as the owners knew. I think they just wanted to see how real things actually were, and needless to say, things got very real when a man across the street stepped out onto his balcony with a rifle and began pointing it at passersby. it wasn't just that, though. apparently, there was an uptick in violent crime and murders, car accidents, wild shit surrounding the premises, and this obviously was concerning to all the rich elites whose condos line the Biscayne Bay.
eventually, the owners had to be dealt with, but the city took a softball route of making the hostel take in a transient 'homeless' population. I had been forced out just days before this happened, which was fine because I fucking hated that place. it's disgusting. I'd spent months documenting what a dump it was, and stirring up dissent, because there was an internal drug war going on from its premises and the manager was the drug lord.
meanwhile, all these elite princess influencers were trying to undermine me at every turn. it was open season, albeit a limited one, because there are spies who hate me and spies who love me. allegedly, more than a handful of marriages were on the rocks because of their dutiful obsessions to my protection. even the narcos low key loved me, because I am fair and I listen.
but the Jews obviously see this as a threat and I needed to know that the only business I had there would be for their pleasure. enough people had been threatened and murdered by that point to where the signal was very clear: you better just do what they say for once and follow the yellow brick road. so I did. the lover they handed me as a consolation handed me over to the Sanhedrin and he took whatever they gave him. I don't know whether he's dead or alive, but I know that he was not happy about this. he was very nervous, in fact. he is not a Jew.
what came next was, as I found out, a bet on a massive future – a sacrifice of sorts under the guise of my finally being admitted to the Hollywood inner sanctum, audition complete. Los Angeles, coincidentally, went up in flames just a week later. but before I left Miami, I reached out to all the men who'd promised they'd be there for me only to find that they were either ghosts or angry or...I don't know, but the vibe was off. it's as if they all knew what was going to happen.
you must remember that the target never knows what's about to happen next, but everyone around that person usually does. that is how these games go, and that's the story that is going to come out when the ensuing rape case gets transferred from the police to a higher power, if it hasn't been already.
the pseudo-Conservative Girl Gang Gaggle is in dire straits for obvious reasons, and they're all pretty whimpering about how I deserved it because I said some mean things that hurt their business or hurt their feelings. but what's your business really if it isn't just nepotism and entitlement? I don't run my own media company nor have I ever worked for one. I grew up poor in comparison and my parents aren't well-networked. I had to do all of this on the very little support I had, and even that is a contentious issue because these people literally cannot understand for the life of them a life outside their bubble.
though they fake empathy and empowerment and feminism – the leftist, soft leftist, or fake right wing kind – all they really care about are their appearances. it's all fake and retarded to me. I wear the same shit almost every day because the work I do doesn't need to be ornamentalized. I am not a celebrity, I am an anti-celebrity and an uninfluencer, by their own assessments.
they still don't have an excuse as to why I should be the subject of scorn when it's THEIR gay husbands who won't admit they hate women and THEIR own jealousy that makes men hate them.
you're beautiful to look at but your soul is filled with envy and cruelty. Kim Kardashians little Christmas video might honestly be construed as yet another attempt to place herself in my position and reap attention from a situation she herself had sowed the seeds of and continued to water. but remember: Kim turned the camera on herself and has been desperate for all other cameras to be focused on her for her entire life, it seems.
at present, there's not even so much as a video of me talking into my phone camera on the internet, only a few photos I took of myself in a mirror to prove it's me taking them, a few GIFs I made, and that's it.
I've called Kim the "Whore of Babylon" before, yes, but it's actually the truth. she is or was very close to Ivanka, and even Jeff Bezos' wife wishes she was Kim. but I have never in my life wished to be any of these women. I don't want to marry a man I hooked up with and proceeded to get suicidal over when he stopped paying attention to me. I don't form mean girl gangs to attack political opponents or women who threaten my grip on a man.
I don't have a grip on a man. I am not Megan Markle. I am not Kim or Ariana. I am not Ivanka. I am not Ashley, Linda, Tiffany, or Claire. and I never want to be.
I would never do to these women what they all have tried to do to me...because I simply do not care and I know who God made me and what I am here to do.
God forbid any of these women face anything resembling consequences, tho, amirite?
but over the last decade, especially in the Trump Era, we saw a lot of intermingling here because of people like Nick Fuentes and Laura Loomer and that whole cadre of influencers who are always at each other's necks. I believe that when I popped out of hiding with my library of source docs, this created a bit of a schism because the right had a new player and that player wasn't focused on these sort of petty clickbait, mainstream crust types of things.
unlike everyone else, I wasn't in the position of being able to pussyfoot around it because I had, like, deep internet Intel at that point. so I got canceled literally right off the bat, and this had a more chilling network effect than all those "🚨BREAKING NEWS" influencers did. I would even venture to say that many of the Jewish USAID, NGO, and nepo-funded influencers did go through those documents themselves just to find out how to hasbara their way out of it.
but it was a bit too late since the entire world was basically already on the Anti-Zionist train. why? because it was true. we just didn't know the degrees of involvement by our favorite celebrities and CEOs because the internet generation never really had a good understanding of Zionism to begin with. the censorship apparatus hadn't been revealed to us and we hadn't begun to truly follow the money.
so Elon comes along and begins his shift to the right, but it's led by the soft-left "right-wing" Jewish influencers who were literally gonna grift this one to the bitter end. a young woman pops up who is desperate as literal hell to bag this man, but she's got some weird ties to some interesting projects, and there's also the scandal about her past, but he's empathetic to it because she's a victim of...whatever.
to be clear, I never went on the internet even and did anything in the vein of scandalous. never posted weird sexual stuff even though I'd been abused as a child, and never had pornographic tendencies with men. rarely ever sent nudes and certainly never liked to. I have never really, like, fished for attention in a sexual way, which is why you won't find a bunch of selfies of me on the internet.
what you WILL find, however, if you're on the inside of this pseudo-Conservatice Girl Gang Gaggle – and especially now – are a LOT of long-lens and smart phone stalker photos and videos of me...because that is what these women have done for the past who knows how long. and it's creepy just knowing it, because it's creepy having ANY sort of footage of anyone where they are not an active participant in its capture.
so, there are laws about this in the state of Florida, and really everywhere, and that's the problem: if you're doing this with intent, you can't claim that it was by happenstance. as a highly targeted person, there's literally no such thing anymore. and I think that they got high off their own supply of gossip and this made men actually dislike them.
because what man actually likes women who make it a mission to destroy a woman who is otherwise not doing shit to hurt anyone? but WAH, I said a mean thing one time in response to the whispers that so-and-so knows so-and-so has a secret affinity with you and she HATES IT. well, ma'am, it's just an affinity. it's a type of affection and it is a meme, whether it is a joke or not.
but obviously, as things progressed while I was in Miami, I realized that it wasn't something that could be passed off as a meme or a joke. no, this affinity was very real for OTHER PEOPLE. like. so real that these same women weren't getting the attention the used to get and they were BIG MAD. the network effect this had on the influencer population as a whole was also chilling. I had nosejob bbls in their g-wagons pulling up to my work to record me...working. like haha look at her...working.
yeah, I was working. so what.
now, the owners of the roach hostel that Diddy allegedly liked to transport women from – it's a bit of a human trafficking hub to put it lightly – is allegedly 'acquaintances' with Jared Kushner, who is allegedly actually gay. there was a gay illegal immigrant who was running a identity and credit card theft ring out of this hostel, and he would hire lots of gays to also do sex work on premise. the manager knew about this and it was basically the precedent for the Stupid Rules Based Order that he enforced through Whatsapp.
my presence there was not random, as the owners knew. I think they just wanted to see how real things actually were, and needless to say, things got very real when a man across the street stepped out onto his balcony with a rifle and began pointing it at passersby. it wasn't just that, though. apparently, there was an uptick in violent crime and murders, car accidents, wild shit surrounding the premises, and this obviously was concerning to all the rich elites whose condos line the Biscayne Bay.
eventually, the owners had to be dealt with, but the city took a softball route of making the hostel take in a transient 'homeless' population. I had been forced out just days before this happened, which was fine because I fucking hated that place. it's disgusting. I'd spent months documenting what a dump it was, and stirring up dissent, because there was an internal drug war going on from its premises and the manager was the drug lord.
meanwhile, all these elite princess influencers were trying to undermine me at every turn. it was open season, albeit a limited one, because there are spies who hate me and spies who love me. allegedly, more than a handful of marriages were on the rocks because of their dutiful obsessions to my protection. even the narcos low key loved me, because I am fair and I listen.
but the Jews obviously see this as a threat and I needed to know that the only business I had there would be for their pleasure. enough people had been threatened and murdered by that point to where the signal was very clear: you better just do what they say for once and follow the yellow brick road. so I did. the lover they handed me as a consolation handed me over to the Sanhedrin and he took whatever they gave him. I don't know whether he's dead or alive, but I know that he was not happy about this. he was very nervous, in fact. he is not a Jew.
what came next was, as I found out, a bet on a massive future – a sacrifice of sorts under the guise of my finally being admitted to the Hollywood inner sanctum, audition complete. Los Angeles, coincidentally, went up in flames just a week later. but before I left Miami, I reached out to all the men who'd promised they'd be there for me only to find that they were either ghosts or angry or...I don't know, but the vibe was off. it's as if they all knew what was going to happen.
you must remember that the target never knows what's about to happen next, but everyone around that person usually does. that is how these games go, and that's the story that is going to come out when the ensuing rape case gets transferred from the police to a higher power, if it hasn't been already.
the pseudo-Conservative Girl Gang Gaggle is in dire straits for obvious reasons, and they're all pretty whimpering about how I deserved it because I said some mean things that hurt their business or hurt their feelings. but what's your business really if it isn't just nepotism and entitlement? I don't run my own media company nor have I ever worked for one. I grew up poor in comparison and my parents aren't well-networked. I had to do all of this on the very little support I had, and even that is a contentious issue because these people literally cannot understand for the life of them a life outside their bubble.
though they fake empathy and empowerment and feminism – the leftist, soft leftist, or fake right wing kind – all they really care about are their appearances. it's all fake and retarded to me. I wear the same shit almost every day because the work I do doesn't need to be ornamentalized. I am not a celebrity, I am an anti-celebrity and an uninfluencer, by their own assessments.
they still don't have an excuse as to why I should be the subject of scorn when it's THEIR gay husbands who won't admit they hate women and THEIR own jealousy that makes men hate them.
you're beautiful to look at but your soul is filled with envy and cruelty. Kim Kardashians little Christmas video might honestly be construed as yet another attempt to place herself in my position and reap attention from a situation she herself had sowed the seeds of and continued to water. but remember: Kim turned the camera on herself and has been desperate for all other cameras to be focused on her for her entire life, it seems.
at present, there's not even so much as a video of me talking into my phone camera on the internet, only a few photos I took of myself in a mirror to prove it's me taking them, a few GIFs I made, and that's it.
I've called Kim the "Whore of Babylon" before, yes, but it's actually the truth. she is or was very close to Ivanka, and even Jeff Bezos' wife wishes she was Kim. but I have never in my life wished to be any of these women. I don't want to marry a man I hooked up with and proceeded to get suicidal over when he stopped paying attention to me. I don't form mean girl gangs to attack political opponents or women who threaten my grip on a man.
I don't have a grip on a man. I am not Megan Markle. I am not Kim or Ariana. I am not Ivanka. I am not Ashley, Linda, Tiffany, or Claire. and I never want to be.
I would never do to these women what they all have tried to do to me...because I simply do not care and I know who God made me and what I am here to do.
God forbid any of these women face anything resembling consequences, tho, amirite?