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based_meme
I.N.C.E.L. High Command, Psychological Operations
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Last night I had a wild and very fucked up dream.
I was attending some kind of public event somewhere in Europe about survivors of gun violence. There was a middle-aged African woman from some African militant shithole, a young Arab man from a Middle Eastern militant shithole, and various others like former gang members and domestic/neighborhood violence victims etc. It looked like they were guest speakers at this event, and I was there under some pretense or another before the talking presentations went underway getting to know the guests and their stories a bit.
Then just before the main event started, I excused myself from the building. Soon after the whole place was shot up by terrorists going by the name, Laarsbaan Wolves. Apparently, I was the leader of this group and was there seeking potential recruits as influential figures in the public. I guess I didn't find who I was looking for.
From what little I had pieced together in the dream, they were politically and philosophically against both liberalism and democracy, at least in its current iterations in the Western global hemisphere. The group's main goal was to instill a form of government ruled by philosopher kings, as they believed that only they would be capable of ushering in a global Utopia.
I have no fucking idea what the attack was supposed to accomplish and woke up before learning more.
Crazy shit, mang.
I was attending some kind of public event somewhere in Europe about survivors of gun violence. There was a middle-aged African woman from some African militant shithole, a young Arab man from a Middle Eastern militant shithole, and various others like former gang members and domestic/neighborhood violence victims etc. It looked like they were guest speakers at this event, and I was there under some pretense or another before the talking presentations went underway getting to know the guests and their stories a bit.
Then just before the main event started, I excused myself from the building. Soon after the whole place was shot up by terrorists going by the name, Laarsbaan Wolves. Apparently, I was the leader of this group and was there seeking potential recruits as influential figures in the public. I guess I didn't find who I was looking for.
From what little I had pieced together in the dream, they were politically and philosophically against both liberalism and democracy, at least in its current iterations in the Western global hemisphere. The group's main goal was to instill a form of government ruled by philosopher kings, as they believed that only they would be capable of ushering in a global Utopia.
I have no fucking idea what the attack was supposed to accomplish and woke up before learning more.
Crazy shit, mang.