Max Headroom's cousin, Darby Lettick: a fellow talking head traveling through cyberspace uninvited
Channel: Brad Kittel
Date: 2021-02-12

What would a seed be if it grew into a plant that left a million seeds to grow from its flowers all about?  How many trees and flowers like the Chinese Princes tree that grows 10'  a year as it blooms its life away.  The problem is the food it takes to build a tree so tall is all the life below must die to feed it, that is all.
A government can be the same, adding workers not by name, but in numbers oh so great that those who have jobs celebrate and have no issue taking down the protesters who come around.  Don't let them take our gravy now, our gourmet ice cream that is found in offices of those who sound like demons on the hunt.  How is it in this cyberworld, the place where few will now be heard. It is a place where talking heads can speak of truths and soon be dead, at least as to identity.
Ghosting, toasting incomes all, taking out the means to call and let the others know what's new depends on social scores or soon the willingness to bow to goons.  Cancel culture breeds tomorrow with a stick that others follow for their fears of pain exceed their willingness to fight for needs.  I shutter at the sights I see, the sheeple lining up to be so servile in society that no one will speak up.  How can it be the most don't see except they've given up.
That is the game that most are lame and will not struggle hard to save themselves they sell others out until they feel freed of any threat that might upset the leaders on their knees.
Look up into the sky and see, through chemtrails that makes stars it seems, or pentagrams if one could see but few look up for God.  The sun is lost its yellow color going to a whiter smelter where the heat is building for a blast that shakes us to our core.  Micro-nova is the name of what most humans won't proclaim as in our future this Wii know, panic, Chaos, more would show if they were told, the huddled masses, they would take out the upper classes.
Now the scene is being set, the next chapter has been full writ, and what you see come into view was known about, just not by you.  
Revelations and great Seers spoke of these times and Believers who would seek their God at last but find the time has come and past for saving you from what you are, this is your chance to be a star.  Flame on your candle, Light your Fires, Passion for your Love desires to protect the innocent, to feed the starving through decent into a world that few can see except for, sadly, those like Mii.  A WIB sent here to guide you through this time of trials and of Truth, and give you hope, a candle lighter, and a passion to be a fighter for the freedoms Wii all share, the ones which some who try, yes dare, to fool the masses and take hold, to kill resistance as they fold the dictates that will follow soon, this chapter written, full of gloom.

Follow Wubbers, one and all, to share the Words that Wii can call the virus for a better world, a Peace Virus that we unfurl into the consciousness of Man, to bring us to the place Wii can communicate with dialogue, find peace without the Wars of those who profit and who want control while thinking they are God, but NO!

In the Book of Wibblry, written in the future seen now in these excerpts brought to you in hopes that you can change what's "True" now that Orwell has been proven you can know what comes will not be fun.

Thanks for following, for Wibbling with Mii, Webbling as Wii share the secrets to the future hidden in a wordset nurtured and spread while the enemy is thinking Darby is crazy.  hehe= talking heads in cyberspace can not be found nor caught in haste as Max learned in the early days, a virus in computers crazed, can reach the billions and support communications and rapport.  

Thanks for you support.

Ambassador of the Intercosmic WUB Society.
Salvage, Texas
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