Mickey wrote:I don't know what to make of the drama behind the wiki edits. Something is clearly not going according to the plan.
Euphoria wrote:Thanks for your contributions Mickey - much appreciated.
My friends also identified a few issues with the funeral pictures. If you look carefully at the flowers, they don't even match up. Also his head is far to the left in the first image, and central in the other photographs. Is it part of Hindu tradition to replace the flowers in this way at a funeral?
We also noticed the 'I (heart) NY' (or perhaps 'NYC' but this is blocked from view by the crowd) T-shirt worn by the woman on the left, third row from the front, at the supposed (but obviously to us, faked) vigil in Salford, Greater Manchester, so there is a clear attempt by the perps to connect this psyop to 9/11.
Euphoria wrote:This proposed junket got me thinking about the intention behind the Bidve psyop.
Could there be a connection with the British government targeting the BRIC countries, with an emphasis on India, as closer trade partners? As we have seen some researchers suggest on the Costa Concordia thread, it seems the naming of the Costa Concordia deck plans (featuring the 13 EU nations/member states) may symbolise the collapse of the EU, or the coming demise of the Euro project; similarly, could the Anuj Bidve shooting psyop be intended to create a shared experience of suffering between the UK and India, to prime the citizens of those countries for a closer diplomatic or trade relationship?
The red roses from Norway are back!
Euphoria wrote:A gang is their family. There is oneness, acceptance, agreement, and togetherness in a gang and for many it is the only way of being listened to and being heard.”
we met when we were in school
never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools
the teacher says we're dumb
we're only having fun
we piss on everyone
in the classroom
when we got thrown out i left without much fuss
an' weekends we'd go dancing
down streatham on the bus
you always made me laugh
got me in bad fights
play me pool all night
i practised daily in my room
you were down the crown planning your next move
go on a nicking spree
hit the wrong guy
each of you get three
years in brixton
i did my very best to write
how was butlins?
were the screws too tight?
when you lot get out
were gonna hit the town
we'll burn it fuckin' down
to a cinder
cos years have passed and days have changed
and i move anyway i wanna go
i'll never forget the feeling i got
when i heard that you'd got home
an' i'll never forget the smile on my face
'cos i knew where you would be
an' if you're in the crown tonight
have a drink on me
but go easy...step lightly...stay free
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