V for Vendetta (2005 Movie) Perfectly Predicted-Mirrored Trans-Human Covid-Super-Wars In-Spades Despite Not-Being-Fully-True To Pro-Anarchist Message Of-The-Graphic-Novel Likely Due To Woke-Hollyweird

And yet, it still shows how-to-win our latest-&-final man-made War Against Humanity with step-by-step instructions, scene-by-scene, line-by-line, down to the last detail. "Ya say ya wanna revolution?"

Captain’s Log Star date: September 22, 2023

Spoiler Alert: Do not go farther unless first seeing movie V for Vendetta (2005) and or reading its original graphic novel, as this reveals much therefrom.

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So, here goes: A long time ago (or so it now seems) in many cities, far, far away, a movie came out showing us how to bring down a government, any government. It’s all there.

Released in 2005, during “the height of” the [Fog of] “War on Terror,” which we now know was merely the latest chapter in the (since-the-dawn-of-time) ongoing “War on Humanity,” thanks to world-domination-wannabes, given inside-job-9/11, etc., with this being easy-to-see-prove (thanks to prior red-pill deep-dives) in just a few minutes of research or discussion, with those in-the-know, e.g.: rumble.com/v3g2f5q-building-7.html or bitchute.com/video/9MChkl1CtRHJ

Step One: Have an axe to grind. Here, “V” (our role-model-hero) was forcibly made a V-ictim, locked in cell block Five, marked, on its metal door, with Roman numeral “V,” within a prison at which his now-fully-fascist U.K. government (during or after World War 3) was conducting “medical experiments,” by injecting prisoners, maiming many, with those killed, thrown, prison-garb-still-on, into mass graves. He survives, trans-human injectables having given him super-strength, if memory serves. He escapes this prison during a massive explosion-fire he may have caused, badly-disfigured, with much of his skin burned, with one goal in mind: personally kill each one responsible, and bring down the government that made their existence, possible, in the first place.

Are you-loved ones V-ictims of the Covid-Wars’ deadly fake-vaccine-jabs, lockdowns?

Step Two: To fullest extent possible, find-create a getaway-hideaway, and get educated therein. Here, V does so, in secret chambers he calls the Shadow Gallery (seen below), possibly underground, near abandoned subway tunnels, wherein he reads thousands of collected books, piled about amongst works of art appropriated from government coffers. This is how he deals with his loneliness as he gradually works, step-by-step, to destroy his enemies that have already destroyed any chance he had at a normal life. This is all set in a near-future UK, circa 2020-2038. Meanwhile, America is caught in the throes of a civil war, much like what is happening right now, albeit in slow motion.

Step Three: Alert-awaken the Public. Here, V creates a brief V-ideo in which he appeals directly to We the People, inviting them to join him, in revolution, and shows them why-how. We still have much we can do to keep things from getting as bad, as is seen in dystopian stories. What are you yourself doing, have done, have yet to do, will do? What we do in this life echoes throughout eternity, as was said in Gladiator (2000). More to the point, What are you prepared to do?, as said in The Untouchables (1987).

Said “V-TV” speech, given by “V,” via mainstream media, is transcribed, as follows:

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the Fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?

Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.

I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.

Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the Fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the Fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a Fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!

Step Four: Know your Enemy. To utterly vanquish them, do whatever it takes, even if labeled a domestic violent extremist, a terrorist. Know they are the true terrorist, you, the freedom fighter. Stop at nothing. Use an alias, if need be, and be-go anonymous.

Step Five: Kill as many of the Enemy as is necessary; show no mercy; take no prisoners. Here, V literally creates and personally executes those on his self-created “Kill List.” This is hard to do in our world sans James Bond’s skills-unlimited expense account, and yet, there is still much we all can do. As J. O’Keefe said, “be brave, do something.”

Step Six: Save fellow V-ictims. Here, V frees Evey of her fear, the hard way, which she initially resents, then is later grateful: “You’re the most important person in my life.”

Step Seven: Spread dissent, never hesitating to work with law enforcement, but only on your own terms. Here, V enlists the help of Inspector Finch, moving him to see “the pandemic” was a false flag used to give their criminal government absolute power, control and profits, over the people, via fear-based medical tyranny. Sound familiar? Think: Event 201; lockdowns; masking; Operation Warp Speed; hordes Died Suddenly.

Step Eight: Utterly destroy all the Enemy’s Symbols, while replacing them, with your own. Here, V inverts “A for Anarchy” with “V”—for Victory-freedom from tyranny—while destroying government property representing oppression (fake democracy). A future post will clarify that Anarchy need not equal chaos, as yet another Psy-Op to put sheeple to sleep with the notion that only political leaders-gubmints can save us.

Here, countless dominoes represent We the People set into motion-activism. The final domino V takes with him absorbed the energy of all others, i.e. We the People.

And I realized that we were all part of it, and all trapped by it. - Inspector Finch

Step Nine: Become a martyr, if need be, to free We the People, choosing death, rather than run off with an accomplice to pursue only personal pleasure. Here, given the sad choice between failing to follow through with his plans, by surrendering to sexy Evey, even after he admits he fell in love with her, then, even after she offers herself to him, tempting him to run away with her, to hide out from danger, for the rest of their lives, V says, “I cannot,” then goes off to, if he can somehow manage it, literally assassinate Chancellor Sutler and Creedy, head of his Secret police, knowing he’ll likely die trying.

Stay tuned-Return. Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel, as revise page. Wait for it.

Postscript: Those getting this far may want to see the below—in homage to said movie:

Essay: “I Would Like To Take This Day To Honor A Masterpiece,” found at: midwesterndoctor.com/p/i-would-like-to-take-this-day-to

This one is also really sweet, as it shows Scripts-Being-Flipped 100% Upside-Down :

“LGoB” (hologram, body double, Westworld robot?) delivers signature Adam Sutler style “V for Vendetta”-like Speech: youtube.com/watch?v=ghVm_eAbccU