ConspiracyRealTruthers

Thanks, truther, for exposing that malevolent plot.

We are still watching you, though. Just keep that in mind.

My dear truthers, I have certainly been slacking in my endeavour to spread the FACTS and KNOWLEDGE the world needs for the sheep’s to break free from their cocoons of conformity and rise to the alpha wolf status like you and I. I’m sorry for my lack of truth spreading, oh punish me if you must! But I have left grandmas cottage with nothing but a wicker basket and a skip in my step, and ladies and gentlemen, I have brought back plenty of sweet treats and yummy custards for you to nibble on.

In the last post's investigation I found FACTUAL evidence that suggests Paul Macartney may actually be a homunculus. In my paramantual research I dive down every rabbit hole head first, plummeting into the throws of innovation and realization, and I discovered the most thought provoking, and at the time, I thought so, theory. In this exposé I found the most interest tidbit, it emplored me to grab any Beatles vinyl and play it in reverse. Why not I thought? May as well, to stretch the boundaries of reality. And little truthers the results were shocking…. Allow me to show you.

The shock! The horror! It’s enough for you to go flying off your Jabba the hut themed bean bag and go tumbling into your soylent! Its the horrid truth, but it's one that must be shown. Now you may ask, what could this entail? My friends... I must open your eyes, introduce you to the beetle elite!

Ever wondered why over the years humanity has been pushed into large ENCLOSURES, with COLONY like packing? Why the media so strongly pushes AGAINST humanity eating bugs? Well, the answer is obvious now, isn't it, stupid? The beetle elite are influencing our every day lives! They haven't been here forever, these buggy billionaires, they have only recently come out of their hiding from the ground over the turn of the century, with industrialization. We all know beetles love capitalism... The Beatles (the song writers) were industry plants made to influence us into accepting these antenna toting overlords, for DECADES they have been pushing us into conformity, to compliance. But now my friends I say NO! You will not live in the pod! You will eat the bug if you so please! They are taking away our rights of FREEDOM of meals!

The Saudi dessert Megalopolis, an obvious ploy by the beetle elite to get us into colony like housing...

Now, it is very likely I will be killed for sharing this tantalizing and important information, but truthers as long as you are equipped with the sword of information and the shield on knowledge, my deed will have been done. But now you are wondering WHAT can I do for my local anti-beetle community?! Well the fight for freedom, my friends, is in you.

Pesticides

I feel change.org can actually bring some good change, once i get to 100,000 signed theyll have to listen right? and once ive made them ill send the links here.

thanks papa truther, and all fellow truthers.

First of all, Bianca is a beautiful woman so don't say that again. But it is a known that in the truth community musk is a homunculis, barely responding to stimuli. See that cute little X jump he does?

A more popular one is the "Paul McCartney is dead theory", he is dead but you can see his homculus half raccoon half paul hybrid on the right. A notorious bunch are the Mr. men and women but they were all shot dead during the prohibition era sooooo. If you really want to help, change.org won't do anything. After they capture the homonculus they give them to PETA whence they are euthanized. You must take it into your own hands, since homonculous are not classed as human nor animal you can just take them and bring em home. I have 15 that do my chores and in return I give them apocalypse training and feed them sludge.

Top of the morning to you, fellow truthers. I have something horrible to fill you in on. Some of the more advanced truthers may have knowledge on what a homonculus is, little creatures, fusions of man and something else, something... sinister... well most people have chalked these fusions up to fiction, whether they resulted this hypothesis from their own sheltered imagination, or from government mind-blocking them from the BIG TRUTH, it matters nonetheless. They're real, so horribly real.

Now, you might be thinking, how can I come to this conclusion, where is my evidence. Where are my undeniable facts. Well, here you go. Reported by the government ITSELF!

Now you might be thinking, little truther, this is an alien? Why am I pretending to see a homonculus, when this is so clear to be a *matter-de-facto* extra-terrestrial. Well, come closer to papa truth. Let me rephrase those questions for you, "Why would the government lie to me". See how genuinely ridiculous you sound? I have seen aliens before, and they are in fact 1. Grey, 2. Large and 3. have a massive forehead. This was obviously a ploy, created by a pact between the lizard over-lords and the aliens living in the hollow earth in an attempt to hide their true forms from ME, who was so close to cracking the case till I got kicked off from the case... This is a homonculous, shriveled up and dehydrated.

Now once again, knowing my fanbase are free-thinking non-sheep's, you may be thinking. For why? I'll tell you. The hollywood elite. This has been going on for hundreds of years. I'll shoot you a question in return. Have you ever worn an old jester outfit? Have you ever seen a non- horizontally challenged individual wear a jester outfit. No you haven't. This because the masters from the house of wisdom in islam have been creating these man-animal hybrids to serve as entertainment for kings as queens for peace treaties! Now your mind is positively blown, i'll shown you one last thing.

Here, you can see trump taking this hybrid on a morning walk...

Here, we see him YELLING at this homonculous to work on his lawn faster.

Now truthers, this may come as a shock to you, but this time, its not the beast-cryptid-horrid-disgusting-hybrids that are the villains of this story... its the world elites, the 1%. Now you might be unconvinced, after all hes taking the top one on a leisurely stroll, and the bottom maybe was just slacking at his job. But this is not the reality, sadly. The top one, who we'll call homonculus 1, has a name. Cory Beck. Now homonculus 1 has reportedly no feet. Trump was horridly dragging him on his nubs through -10 degree weather, where he soon froze to death solid. Homonculus 2, was actually working as hard as he could. As hard as his 3 little hearts let him, until he sadly passed away from heat stroke in the coal mines soon after.

We will be watching you.

You can not hide from us.

bad news...

after reading your post (I have notifications on. I am committed to the truth) I realised something. I believe I have been infected with a WWE parasite. and its a boy?

I have been a big WWE fan for years, ever since I was a wee lad. My mother and I tend to go to these fights and watch gleefully. However quite recently I ran into a problem while trying to leave a show.

the artificial lights gleamed in my face and the roaring stadium left a fog across my mind that thinking about my special interests to distract couldn't penetrate. Nor could I count 10 things I could hear, smell and see, because everything was obscured behind thick rainbow lights that scorned my orbs. I flinched away from the lights then began to sprint, hellbent on finding my way out of the stadium. I had to get the train home. it was already late and was expected home early. As my vision returned in between fluttering refractions and the small distances between my lashes I found myself in a staff hallway. it stunk of sour sweat and hairspray. I saw staff, faces like slate, I asked where the exit was.

They did not respond.

I walked aimlessly through endless blank hallways, listed with doors of dressing rooms and security. None said exit. a wind came from nowhere, I felt my skin shudder. Eventually I stumbled upon a creaky ajar door leaking a warm light into the harsh corridor. Thinking back now it was some dressing room, decorated with the same stars that adorned other important flashy names. It brought a glint to my eye in the restless situation. I knew I'd be safe with one of the stars. They tend to do no wrong. Opening the door, I spotted him.

He resembled a man as he sat facing his mirror, his silhouette blocking the reflection.

"Hello?" I called out to pierce the silence, I hardly saw him move. He almost floated, taking space in a delicate way. His hands, all thirty dancing through the air with precision. I wondered how such a coquettish creature could be a wrestler on the side. I knew it was a wrestler. I knew it was a man. I could see it in the hair that lined his chest and pits, in his scornful eye, and his roughed up face. He had a mask on, similar to one the greats had worn. it was black and white against his porcelain blue skin. I saw his eyes glint when he saw me. I saw he was hungry. he asked me a question. I could not answer. He nodded in response. I realised I could not move.

since then I have started turning blue, retching up my seaweed centric meals and weird buboes have started forming on my lower back over my tramp stamp. what remedies do you recommend to remove?

many thanks big truther

P.S. I think it may be a boy as it has its fathers eyes.

First of all, thanks for the inbox, second of all i write the theories here, shorter next time. But you have a case of "angry blue man syndrome". Don't tell the doctors, they will only poke you with a stick and laugh at you. What i recommend doing is forming a support group of 3 other people and begin singing songs for audiences, trust me they love it. And then, accept your new life.

My fellow truthers, I have a horrible plot to inform you all on. We all know aliens, extra terrestrial grey creatures, with big perfectly shined foreheads, big, long, girthy fingers and black beady eyes, that you can get lost in... but for the longest time everyone has built themselves a brick house, shielding themselves with the knowledge that these space faring monsters are just that, in space. But this brick house is going to be destroyed today, with my immense sledgehammer of knowledge.

I began looking into this conspiracy nigh years ago, on the day when I was brought to a WWE tournament by my big papa at the time. I remember now, I saw it. Daniel Bryan vs The Miz. I was in pure and utter glee, clapping my feet seeing these two men wrestle each other, grappling one another, getting sweaty and rubbing this sweat on the oppositions unclothed body. That was until i saw it, Daniel Bryan was getting him into a bear grip, inescapable and potent. Then, wriggling out of the Miz's belly button, a small alien appendage, a tentacle!

This drove me into a frenzy and I was escorted out of the stadium, earning myself a lifetime ban. This did not stop me. With my spy pen and over-sized lolli pop in tow I conducted thorough investigations. Tell me, truth absorber. When have you MET a pro wrestler. Not merely greeted, but talked with, held, grasped. Never. I bet. This is because wrestlers are never allowed in the public eye by big glob (the alien overlords) . In my investigation I never saw a wrestler leave the facility, AKA the "arena", as the producer elites want you to call it.

I followed these wrestlers, at the end of a match. The stadium, distracted by the intergalactic spectacle, let me through. I snook into the male changing rooms. But I would find this was not a changing room but a CHAMBER for ALIEN COUNCIL MEETINGS. My spy pen captured the below image....

It happened in a flash, I walked in and the hooded figures, as shown in the back looked deep in my soul, then he walked up to me, John Cena or as they call him in their home world, gleeba bopul what he said next shook me to my core... "you need to leave". And so I did, truth lovers, I ran and ran and ran as far as i could, until my propeller hat fell off and my overalls chaffed.

This is REALITY! The reason you have never seen a WWE participant is because they are LAB GROWN! It is impossible for a regular human to attain that physique. But now, you naive blumbering simpering suck up fool, might be wondering, for why? For why! When a child sees these cool wrestling maneuvers they are inclined to replicate them, they are inclined to become a wrestler, and in doing so they take punches to the dome and become STUPID! This will make it easier for an alien invasion, as every human will have brain damage.

I believe the goblins have found their way around my traps, or deactivate them using their underground alchemies.

What do I do!!!

Help!!!

Signed

A believer of the TRUTH.

Ok man heres what you wanna do listen carefully or its fucking OVER. Don't retrieve the beanie babies. I know this is hard but please stick with me. You can't let them know they hold sentimental value enough for you to retrieve them. Don't bother trying to hide them it DOESN'T work, they know, dude.

Hello truth beholders, I have some juicy knowledge for you to suckle on, the teat provided by a user which prefers to remain anonymous, less her death be a shortcoming by the powers that be....

Goblins are a terrifying entity to even think about, my friends. However sensationalized by modern media they may be, watered down to funny, goofy relatively harmless small green men. This should, however, not detract in the SLIGHTEST from your horror for what is to come. My friend mentioned above let me in on a horrifying secret, but before I give you the horrid truth, hidden by the powers that be, look at this image. In you mind, encapsulate and tell me what you see...

Yes my friends, this just what you think it is. A baby. But, if you look just a wee bit closer, you can see a small, rapidly moving object.... a goblin. Hold your gasps, it will only get worse. Submitted by Isla White, the same person supplying the rest of the information by taking heavily classified documents, living in California in Albany took this photo of their 5 month old son, Jeff White.

To her horror, however, she could never imagine what she would envision when she put the image through infrared waves, as a joke between her Husband, who was having an affair with her at the time, Brad Harding (the couple had a divorce over work-life complications and the cheating, as mentioned above.)

This led her to a month of rapid criminality, taking documents from the storage room, as a civil servant working in admin, this was highly illegal, but this did not deter her from discovering the truth....

This image was not doctored, goblins are real. And this was hidden by the CIA, why? Because THEY work with the goblins! Ever wonder how in spy movies, these agencies have much higher tech equipment than the general public ever can grasp, such as a TALKING car? This, is because of the alchemist that work below, casting wicked sorcery to make these miracles of technology work!

Pseesh! You may declare. This woman is lying, speaking utter untruths. But I must disturb you and pry you third eye open further. Ever had an object held dearly to you, only to be missing, never to be seen again. This video will explain everything.

This, right here, is a toy well beloved by a child of the age of 12 of the month of January of the day of the 24th. With no batteries installed, we placed it on one of our emerald infused sonar-grams. Immediately it buzzed to life, which these energies detected beta-213 particles by our trusty Larthum equalizer. Love particles.

This is what the Goblins use, we all know the power of love and friendship is real and tangible, epics of plenty have been written of beasts being slayed with just the power of friends joining together. These tales were not just that, tales, but forewarning of the future the goblins will have. They use this power of love and twist it in horrible ways, inspector gadget being a shining example of such a thing, with the aforementioned talking cars.