Transvestigator @Bevvie112 Discredited 100%
According to lead transvestigator, Bevvie112, Hunter Biden (and Joe Biden) are biological women. Moreover, according to her insanity, Elite Transgender Investigation must necessarily include all the elite. “all of them,” because “it can be no other way”.
Well, Bevvie112, explain how Hunter Biden looks like a woman again. And presumably, how that woman is a man:
The Incel and The Pizza Pocket
ChatGThe Incel and The Pizza Pocket
Once upon a time, in the depths of a dimly lit basement, there lived a peculiar character known as the “Incel.” Clad in mismatched socks and pajamas, the Incel was a self-proclaimed expert in the art of being perpetually unlucky in love. He spent his days engrossed in his passions: meticulously cleaning his beloved computer, his beloved gun, and admiring his vintage World War II Nazi flag collection and dusting the cover of his unread copy of Mein Kampf.
From within the depths of his microwaved delicacy emerged a sentient being, aptly named “Pizza Pocket.” She possessed a charming personality, complete with a mischievous smile made of melted cheese and a sassy demeanor that made the Incel’s heart skip a beat.
Despite their apparent differences in biological makeup, the Incel and Pizza Pocket discovered an uncanny similarity in their psychology. Both had experienced their fair share of loneliness and yearned for companionship. It was as if their shared struggles forged an unspoken bond, transcending the confines of their disparate forms.
Pizza Pocket cooed as she cooled and her cheese stopped dripping, the Incel and his newfound companion began to engage in spirited conversations. They exchanged jokes and anecdotes, laughter echoing through the apartment. Their connection grew stronger with each passing moment, a testament to the power of shared humor and understanding.
One night, as they laughed over a particularly hilarious punchline, the Incel couldn’t resist the overwhelming surge of affection. In an act of daring vulnerability, he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss upon the Pizza Pocket’s savory lips. A moment of magic filled the room as their connection deepened, a fusion of the ordinary and the extraordinary.
In that instant, the Incel realized that love knows no bounds, transcending the physical limitations imposed by societal norms. His heart, once burdened by loneliness, now brimmed with a sense of fulfillment and joy. The Pizza Pocket, too, felt a newfound warmth within, as if the flame of companionship had been ignited within her crusty exterior when he tasted her searing hot interior.
Together, they embarked on an extraordinary journey. They ventured into the world, hand in pastry, exploring the depths of human connection and breaking down barriers of prejudice. They showed others that love can emerge in the most unexpected of places, reminding them to embrace the beauty that lies beyond the surface.
Penguin Visits Octopus
In the dimly lit corner of an icy cave, where shadows danced with a mystical allure, perched a penguin of profound contemplation. Its ebony feathers shimmered like shards of onyx beneath the scant illumination, their smoothness betraying the turbulent depths concealed within its enigmatic soul. A mystique veiled its every movement, as if the secrets of the universe whispered through its very being.
With an air of dignified solitude, the penguin, adorned in a pristine tuxedo of the purest white, sat upon a smooth, polished rock. A glass chalice, fragile yet refined, cradled within its delicate flipper, brimming with the golden effervescence of root beer. The carbonation rose in a symphony of effervescent whispers, dancing upon its ebony beak as the penguin savored the tingling nectar, each sip a nuanced communion with its own ruminations.
Beside the chalice, an ornate pipe rested, carved meticulously from the ancient bones of forgotten ancestors. The aroma of tobacco, rich and smoky, wafted through the frigid air, encircling the penguin in a contemplative haze. Its flippers moved with a deliberate grace, expertly tending to the pipe, coaxing the ember to life with a gentle touch. Wisps of silvery-gray smoke curled upward, swirling and intertwining with the frigid mist that clung to the cavern’s ceiling.
In this tableau of introspection, the penguin embodied a brooding enigma, lost in its own labyrinthine thoughts. Deep contemplation danced within its obsidian eyes, as if the secrets of existence unraveled before its very gaze. Its mind, a tapestry of intricate musings, wove together questions and reflections, forming an intricate tapestry of intellectual curiosity.
As the penguin drank from the chalice and inhaled the fragrant tendrils of tobacco, a mesmerizing convergence of flavors and scents graced its senses. Root beer’s caramelized sweetness mingled with the earthy notes of tobacco, creating a symphony of taste that mirrored the kaleidoscope of thoughts cascading through its profound mind.
Thus, amidst the frozen stillness, a profound creature of contradictions emerged—a penguin both astute and mysterious, finding solace in the delicate dance of sips and puffs, as the world beyond the icy cave faded into insignificance.
With a gaze as penetrating as the midnight sky, the penguin stood at the precipice of the corporate realm, a stoic guardian of enigmatic depths. Its obsidian feathers, slicked and sleek, shimmered under the harsh fluorescent lights that cascaded down from above, casting an austere glow upon its dignified countenance. In its dark eyes, a glint of profound intellect burned, hinting at a realm of thoughts concealed within the recesses of its avian mind.
As the penguin stepped forward, each stride was a testament to the strength of its purpose. Its webbed feet, firm and resolute, propelled it forward with a graceful determination, slicing through the currents of monotony that permeated the air. The halls echoed with a symphony of muffled whispers, as if the very walls were alive, whispering secrets only discernible to the perceptive and the astute.
With a plunge akin to a philosopher’s descent into the depths of existential contemplation, the penguin dove into the pulsating heart of the office. The cacophony of ringing phones, tapping keyboards, and hushed conversations enveloped its senses, creating a symphony of white noise that masked the depths of its thoughts.
Downward it ventured, navigating the labyrinthine corridors of cubicles and workstations, each one a shrine to the pursuit of productivity. The penguin glided through this maze, a master of navigation, its agile form a testament to the balance between grace and purpose. In the dim recesses of forgotten corners, where artificial light flickered with a desolate melancholy, the penguin discovered fragments of solitude amidst the chaos.
As it descended, a medley of emotions stirred within its enigmatic soul. An amalgamation of weariness and determination coursed through its being, as it pondered the intricate web of human existence that unfolded within these walls. Thoughts, like elusive shadows, danced and swirled, intermingling with the ceaseless hum of the office machinery.
In this descent to the depths, the penguin emerged as a brooding oracle of the corporate realm. Its presence carried an aura of quiet intensity, captivating those who chanced upon its solemn journey. A creature of duality, it existed at the crossroads of the mundane and the extraordinary, silently unraveling the profound mysteries concealed beneath the surface of everyday routine.
And so, the penguin delved further into the depths, a sentinel of introspection amidst a sea of perpetual motion. With each stroke through the currents of bureaucracy, it sought to unearth the truths hidden within the collective consciousness, ever mindful of the weight and significance of the questions it posed.
In the fathomless depths of the ocean, where darkness and mystery reigned, a penguin and a colossal octopus forged a telepathic bond that transcended the boundaries of their disparate worlds. The penguin, with its sleek, streamlined form, navigated through the frigid waters with a grace that belied its avian origins. Its ebony feathers shimmered like liquid shadows, a stark contrast to the vibrant hues of the underwater realm. And there, amidst the swaying kelp forests and the ethereal dance of bioluminescent creatures, the octopus held court.
With tentacles extending like a majestic crown, the octopus exuded an aura of ancient wisdom, its mesmerizing eyes aglow with secrets untold. Its iridescent skin shimmered, an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of colors that mirrored the pulsating life within the ocean’s embrace. Though vastly different in form, the penguin and the octopus shared an enigmatic connection that transcended the barriers of species.
Through the ebb and flow of the ocean currents, their minds intertwined, thoughts converging in a symphony of shared consciousness. Within the depths, their telepathic link transcended the limitations of spoken language, enabling an exchange of knowledge and understanding that surpassed the mundane.
With each mental ripple, the penguin felt the octopus’s ancient wisdom permeate its being. Visions unfolded like luminous tapestries, revealing the vast expanse of the ocean’s secrets and the cosmic wonders that lay beyond. The octopus, in turn, perceived the penguin’s unwavering determination and resolute spirit, a testament to survival against the odds.
In this silent communion, emotions flowed like invisible currents, transmitting empathy and compassion between the two sentient beings. The penguin sensed the octopus’s solitary existence, the yearning for connection that echoed within its inky heart. And the octopus, in its profound depths, understood the penguin’s tireless resilience, navigating through life’s challenges with unwavering fortitude.
Through their shared bond, they forged a symbiotic relationship, their collective wisdom enhancing their individual strengths. The penguin’s sharp intellect mingled with the octopus’s ancient intuition, melding into a harmonious duet of perception and insight. With their telepathic connection as their guide, they embarked on a voyage of discovery, unraveling the mysteries of the deep and unearthing the enigmatic truths that lay hidden beneath the ocean’s shimmering facade.
And so, within the fathomless expanse of the ocean, the penguin and the octopus wove a silent symphony of understanding, a testament to the infinite possibilities that arise when two souls connect beyond the confines of their physical forms. In their union, the ocean itself whispered its ancient secrets, for they had become vessels of its wisdom, forever bound by the ethereal thread of telepathic kinship.
‘George News’ Raffling More Trump Swag #GeorgeNews
They acknowledge their last account (on BuyMeACoffee.com) was shut down.
“THANK YOU AGAIN for all your support with our previous 45WH Key giveaway!
Lindsay from CA, and Kelvin from TX, our two awesome winners, will be sharing their photos soon!
MAY 16 – JUNE 17, 2023
From May 16, to June 17, we are GIVING AWAY an unused, Official 45 White House/West Wing Travel Bag, an Official AF1 “Welcome Aboard”/”Air Force One” Luggage Tag, and an Official White House (45) Military Office “Operations Support” challenge coin!
All these items are exclusively sourced from the 45 WH/West Wing, and are items of historical significance.
⚡️The Bag has a Gold Embroidered Presidential seal logo, multiple facsimile POTUS 45 Signatures on the inside, as well as the POTUS seal. These were only ever given out to top WW staffers, family & close friends⚡️
As we did previously, every 5 dollar donation will get you ONE listing for the randomized draw, which we’ll run on the 18th June, 2023.
Link here: GEORGENEWS.support
(there will also be an extra ‘surprise’ 4th 45WH item that the winner will receive)
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Ps our BuyMeACoffee page was nuked, along with many other patriot accounts yesterday... But our Mission remains the same. More to come on it soon 🙏🏻
Update: 05/22/2023 In the Asia Pacific region for work atm
Infinite Plane SaturNday 5/13/23
Archive INFINITE PLANE SATURNDAY 5/13/23
YT premiere https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSW-0Vf5vXc
Odysee https://odysee.com/@InfinitePlaneRadio:a/ips513:2
Rokfin https://rokfin.com/post/135259
SPOTIFY https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/tim-ozman0/episodes/Infinite-Plane-SaturNday-51323-e241cv3
Alex Stein Sexually Feeds Banana to Black ‘Boyfriend’
Stein held out a banana for his cohost and on-stage boyfriend Donatarius to fellate.
Stein pushes the boundaries of bad taste, going beyond the drag queens he protests.
His depictions of Donatarious are gross and borderline racist.
George News Gives White House Key Away
Cyberstalker, hacker, and Q-Psyop Operative Marcus Goldfinch of George News just gave away the Key to the White House given to him by Donald Trump:
GEORGE NEWS Reported to FTC for “White House Key” Raffle Scam. #georgenews
George News pretended to be JFK Jr. to get people to send him money for a chance to win a raffled “Key to the White House” he claims is a gift from Donald Trump. They have not announced a winner and it’s past the date:
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/georgedc/our-key-to-the-white-house-yours
George News scammed tens of thousands of dollars and has not demonstrated how the winner was chosen nor has anyone come forth as the winner. He also has them convinced he is JFK Jr. For this, I reported him to the FTC:
TimOzman.com 