[climate protestors photography by Bruce Wark - Wark Times blogger ]
Its unclear [ no street signage] as to where the offices are for Megan Mitton - MLA/députée, Memramcook-Tantramar but possibly somewhere in the building with the funded group EOS Eco-Energy the NGO that helped to promote her and get her elected in this riding where birds of a feather flock together -- at 26 years old with a comfy $85K per annum salary - not bad pay - this politician is already complaining about daycare issues and working to scare the children and make sure you get the carbon tax .. #carbon tax is theft http://plantsneedco2.org Canada is a carbon sink ~#green is the new red [ Patrick Wood - technocracy.news ]
Clever villagers, industrious people, valuing privacy, liberty, prosperity, wise informed locals, critical thinkers, conscious elders who reject and opt out of United Nations Agenda 2030 "sustainable development global governance propaganda" --- kingof.uk - kingjohnthethird.uk - primarywater.org - technocracy.news - exposingsogi123.com - globalbem.com - Defund deathcult big pharma vaxx reich mafia #DefundFCM #DefundUniversities #DefundSERSC #SmashTechnocracy #TantramarLibertarians #ExposeFrauds
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perhaps she took the oral sodium fluoride rinse in school?
Pablo Neruda - POETRY
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river.. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned,from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened, and open, planets, palpitating plantations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.
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