Thursday, April 28, 2011

Princes and peasants

A woman I once worked with used to do private duty nursing for Don Tyson, of Tyson Foods. His son was crippled in a diving accident. I think he was a quadriplegic. In the middle 80′s, Mr. Tyson, his son, the nurse, and others were at a fund raiser for Bill Clinton, who was campaigning to be the governor of Arkansas. Clinton came over to their table and glad handed everybody, then left to visit with others. Mr. Tyson turned and told everyone at the table, “You just met the future President of the United States!”

The ruling Elite evidently have some process for recognizing future puppets at an early age, then manage them through their subsequent careers. Some, like Clinton, are able to ride it all the way into the White House. I’ve read that it has something to do with Illuminist blood lines. Or maybe their midi-chlorion count is through the roof?


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