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THREE LITTLE PILLS Don t defend the truth, show it clearly and it

2 O nce upon a time there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. So when they were old enough, she gave each a different colored ideological pill, and sent them out into the world to seek their lives, interests, and fortunes.

3 The only thing she demanded was, they each study World history, statistics, and crime rates so they can understand the world they live in, what places to avoid, and things that can happen to them; find the best way to avoid danger to stay alive as long as possible. --- The first little pig took the Blue Pill, he became very lazy and over concerned with how other groups may be oppressed. He studied World history, statistics and crime rates, and sees all problems in society are due to intersectionality, racism and pig privilege. This led him to hate himself, and pig-kind. He didn't even want to work at all, instead he feels the best use of his pig time is better spent protesting pig authority, what he doesn t have, and what others with more than him do. He spends most of his time combing over who has, and who doesn t. This leads him to instantly group any other pigs

that don t agree with his ideas as mean, evil, and even NAZI. When he is not angry or protesting, he spends the rest of his time growing, harvesting, and smoking pot to hide away from the bad World.

4 that don t agree with his ideas as mean, evil, and even NAZI. When he is not angry or protesting, he spends the rest of his time growing, harvesting, and smoking pot to hide away from the bad World. With all that wasted time, he had no energy or plan to build his house. So he built his house the easiest way he knew, out of straw. This actually worked out fine, as he feels strongly that government should take care of him, in fact even feed him, and also protect him from all threats, which is why straw makes so much sense. It is very easy and light for him to work with, and serves as a good temporary house until the government can place him

5 in a proper free home. I believe in diversity and the power of big government above all else. I can only see the best in every person, even criminals who are violent, I know they have some abuse in their past and a role to play in this tapestry of life... but not the pigs.. I feel they have too much, more than others, they are the evil in this World. To have so much and not give it to me and others that need it more than they do; to not share is the definition of evil, I HATE THEM!. --- The second little pig took the _ Black Pill, he became somewhat lazy too, but for a different reason. He studied World history, statistics and crime rates, and saw how governments and their politicians perpetuate war, misery and incarceration. The courts and press are rigged, owned by the 1% globalistist owner class who don t care about nations,

6 only power and profits. They protect dirty politicians they pay-off at every level. They have the judges, Senators, courts, and news media in their back pockets. They use the main news message to hide reality, hide their crimes, what their policies are doing to the land, country and people. Worst of all, the media not only hide the real results, and negative impact of their policies, they fabricate and misdirect to strawman issues. As such, he feels the Blue Pill Pigs, although mean well, actually have no real understanding how important culture is, how a majority of people can be cruel if they believe the wrong thing, especially some religions. How mass immigration can change culture and quality of life. Blue Pill Pigs fight against Western Culture, Christianity, police, while fighting for open borders, mass illegal immigration, even ending free speech and the right to defend yourself.

7 He therefore believes there is no hope, as Blue Pill Pigs own the establishment, so any hard work was just a waste of time. The animals will come and eat him and the government will tax most of what he makes while they stand by and not protect him. As he has no money to buy a firearm, he has no way to defend himself. He gives up and spends the rest of his time simply gathering as much food as he could. Since the Blue Pill Pig took all the hay, sticks were the next best thing. Even though these sticks provide a little more protection than hay, without a firearm, anything less than heavy fortification -which I don t have the skill to make- will only delay the inevitable end of my life. There is no hope! so instead of wasting time I should try to enjoy myself before the end comes.. Then he and

8 the Blue Pill Pig smoked, danced and played together the rest of the day. --- The third little pig took the Red Pill, so he became HIGH ENERGY filled with self-determination. He worked super hard at everything he did. He studied World history, statistics and crime rates, and realized how governments, religion and culture play a large role in either enabling or preventing behavior. He too saw the deep corruption throughout all governments, Hollywood and business institutions, the threat of unchecked military industrial complex, corrupt press and mass immigration the Blue Pill Pigs collude with and support. How politicians only care about power and pandering for the votes, telling lies and promises they

never plan on keeping, just to stay in power, even if they have to sell out their country to do it. He decided to spend his time empowering himself, instead of dwelling on things he can t change.

9 never plan on keeping, just to stay in power, even if they have to sell out their country to do it. He decided to spend his time empowering himself, instead of dwelling on things he can t change. He studied useful skills to survive, construction and engineering. He took all his knowledge and practiced skills and sold them on the free market, building new homes for other families to safely live in, while renting out a tiny cheap place to save his hard earned money. Everything he did was his own effort and creation. He did not dwell on anger and hate, instead everyday was a new opportunity to help a different family and grow his skills. He spent his free time teaching others his skill, so they too can provide for themselves, while becoming a master at what he did.

10 He then applied everything he learned, all his experience, connections for materials, and money he had saved to make an impressive detailed plan, including drawings and timelines. Every last detail was measured and inspected. He built his house with the best bricks and mortar, heavy fortified door, and safe cold cellar for food storage. A spectacular thing happened the day he started building. All the people that he built houses for, or taught how to lay brick, just showed up and started helping him. He never asked anyone, in fact they even brought their own tools. Due to so much help, and his detailed plans, he was able to finish in no time flat. Some pigs were so nice, they even brought him gifts he used to furnish his new house and fill his food cellar. What a day to remember! The final result was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. It looked like it could withstand the strongest winds and last many lifetimes.

11 His hard work, self-determination, and kindness payed off. The help he gave others was returned to him 100 fold. He realized how important the person-to-person relationship was, his community, a deep gratitude for the people he shares his land with fell over him he never felt before. Is this what patriotism feels like? He thought to himself.. He liked it. How important he thought, that people realize any institutions they rely on will become corrupt, even the government and police, so at the end of the day you can only trust in yourself and the people you love, that is what is most important. America, for the people, by the people. As a final last step, he took some of his last savings to purchase a rifle, pistol and ammunition. He now finally felt he was ready for anything. The average brain dwells on suffering, and anger, very few ruminate over good thoughts and feelings. It is best to trust, but verify before

12 you are hurt, robbed or eaten. Feelings are not the steering wheel of life, just guideposts; you can follow your heart right off a cliff if not careful. Being wise, is the only way to avoid danger and become successful. What I make in life is up to me, my money, my effort, determination and skill. These are vital to my survival. As such, sometimes I must protect them, this may seem cruel to some, but is required on occasion to avoid the trap of helping the unhelpable; instead of one person failing, two will.. It is not about how bad people make me feel; it is what I can find and learn about the World to empower myself, It is this, that I can then use to help others and myself avoid being a victim. It comes down to having your feet on the ground, focus on gratitude over grievance, while being wise enough to ignore emotion and Fake News at critical times to avoid hidden danger. A pig is what he thinks about all day. If you dwell on inequities, and misery, you will only have them yourself, adding more suffering to the World.

13 Focus on good thoughts, helping good people instead of anger and revenge. Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. --- Although the pigs are brothers, they really don t get along much. The Blue Pill Pig thinks the Black Pill Pig is crazy, and the Red Pill Pig is a NAZI. The Black Pill Pig, likes the Red Pill Pig more because not only does he understands his ideas, but is not always mad and sad like the Blue Pill Pig, but he can only take so much of his High Energy at a time. The Red Pill Pig likes everyone, even when called terrible names by the Blue Pill Pig, he knows he was just confused by the Fake News he listens to. He also deeply understands the Black Pill Pig, but disagrees with him that

14 there is no hope. For these reasons, the brother pigs don t spend much time together. --- The next day, a wolf snuck across the border illegally into their town, and happened to pass by the lane where the three little pigs lived. He saw the straw house, and smelled the pig inside. He has not eaten in 3 days due his long trip and he thought the pig would make a mighty fine meal and his mouth began to water. So he knocked on the door and said: "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Be kind to me to avoid sin!!"

15 The little Blue Pill pig was startled, he rushed to look through the keyhole, what he saw shocked him. It finally was not another PIG! Hallelujah!! It was an actual immigrant he heard about that must need help, so he opened the door with excitement and answered back: "Welcome Immigrant! T he Wolf pushed the door open the rest of the way knocking the pig to the floor. His eyes wide, filled with life and purpose. But sir, what did I do to you? The little pig shouted in fear at the wolf towering over him. I am on your side, I only want to help you!. But that was not enough to save him. The hunger of the wolf was too great. He didn t understand pig culture, that they had hopes and dreams, he only saw food. I m hungry the wolf said as he bit into the juicy pig. The taste of blood only added to the wolf s ferocity. The little pig let out a scream.

16 The wolf opened his jaws very wide, the little pig pleaded again as the wolf bit down as hard as he could. It was then that the Blue Pill Pig realized for the first time in his short life, in was a waste of time hating yourself and your own kind. You can t trust everyone, even those that need help, even if you are nice to them doesn t magically protect you. Unfortunately, making sacrifices for strangers is no guarantee they will be decent to you, they have their own history, beliefs and motivations that you may not understand. You can t just be nice and expect it in return. The cries of the dying pig could be heard throughout the forest that night. Every creature that heard, knew how lucky they were to be alive, while still hungry others wished they too had a meal. --- WHAT WAS THAT!? the Black Pill Pig said to himself as the scream filled his ears.

17 That sounded a lot like BLUE! OH DEAR, I hope he is ok.. He was always so gullible and trusting The Black Pill Pig began pacing in his small home. He fetched the long spear he carved, held it tight in his hands.. It gave him some comfort, but he really wished it was a firearm. The little lamp he had was flickering, making the shadows into demons with large fangs.. Oh what I would do for a rifle right now.. I hope I make it through the night The little pig said to the empty room. His thoughts returned to his brother s scream The Red Pill Pig had just finished a wonderful dinner sitting by the fire reading, when the scream reached his house. What was that?!, Someone is having a terrible night.. He stood and gathered his firearms, loaded them, checked the door and windows and sat back in his chair. It is too

18 dangerous to venture out in the dark, what s coming is coming and I am ready --- After eating the pig, the wolf spotted a few friends walking the other way. He told them about the delicious easy meal he just had and asked them if they wanted to help him find other Blue Pill Pigs together. The wolf pack continued down the lane and and passed by the second house made of sticks. The pack saw the house, and smelled the pig inside, and their mouths began to water as he thought about the fine dinner they would have. So the first wolf knocked on the door like the last and said: "Little pig! Little pig! Let me in! Be kind to me to avoid sin!!" Little Black Pill Pig holding his spear shaking. Doesn t say anything. "Little pig! Little pig! I am hurt Let me in!

19 Be kind to me to avoid sin!!" The little pig was not having it. GO AWAY, GO AWAY.. NO ONE IS HOME TODAY!! The wolf pack laugh together. "Little pig! I CAN HEAR AND SMELL YOU Stop wasting time, open the door before I die. The wolves had enough and start ripping the stick door apart. The little pig is now using his spear jabbing at the door but they are too fast and too many. They seem twice the size in the shadows of the small flickering lamp. The largest wolf moves to the front of the pack, teeth are as long as knives, saliva is dripping from the two front fangs, he slowly moves forward as the little pig stumbles backwards landing on the floor, his spear falls out of his hands. The wolf lunges!

20 BOOM! The wolf is shot and falls to the floor next to the little pig. Standing over both of them is his brother Red with his rifle who climbed through the back window. GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU MONSTERS! With that the wolfpack runs into the forest as their larger kin lay a smoking ruin on the floor. Hurry, he s done, but they will be back once they find their bearings. Red helps Black to his feet, they both run to Red s house and shut the steel door behind them. --- It was the first time Black was in Red s house. He was slack-jaw amazed at how wonderful it was inside. The fireplace, the rug, the table, the rocking chair, even food. And the door was rock solid steel.

21 There is no way wolves are getting in here little Black said. NO SIR! replied Red. We are safe in here, you can go to sleep now if you want. But all Black could think about was if his brother was still alive. The screams echoing in his head. Did you hear the screams too? I think it was Blue Red looked up from the fire.. He is so broad-minded, he wouldn t even take his own side in an argument! I am afraid to think he would trust any wolf he met, unconditionally. --- The rest of wolves were so scared by the gunshot and seeing the biggest wolf die, kept running until they were all the way home. --- The fire was warm, the flickering flames remind Black of the dancing shadows on his house walls before the attack.

22 He remembers the wolf lunging at him.. and shudders. Red, Do you think they will be back? It was then at that moment, the universe all fell together for Red.. The idea then hit him like a ton of bricks.. A new mission. He shot up out of his chair like a rocket and shouted: WE NEED TO BUILD A WALL!

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