It's not going to hit a wall. It's going to rattle around like a BB in a tin can being kicked down the road. It, however, will be a heretofore unimagined level of irksome.

Imagine learning that the shit shot you were convinced to receive was actually designed to make you susceptible to recurring sickness. Imagine that gov had a means to keep you alive but that there was factually no cure. Imagine that gov offers the relief, the life if, and only if, you obey. Imagine that the offer is made with that smirk that only gov can make. Imagine the horrid, helpless shame you would burn with for being such a fool that you believed against all of the evidence opposed.

This should result in the frenzied mass annihilation of the Cattlemen. But they posses life, if you obey.

The name of this new existence is Stockholm. By well crafted meme (mind virus) the citizens of Stockholm will come to love their new way of living and will perform mightily for reward.

The push for 70% shit shot goal would be considered to be the minimum required for a pack/herd of maskers to overcome the remaining individuals. 90% would be more realistic. Deep burning shame released is just not genuine courage. But it would make the maskers feel vindicated in some deranged way.

The problem is that Smirking Hubris is itself against the wall of time. It's running out for them. And they know that.

http://cgi.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=12203

For what it might be worth, Clif High once cited an interesting bit of data whereby a time would come when the UV would be so intense that one would have to wear eye protection or risk being blinded by the sun.
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: Am I the only one who thinks this year is the last hurrah of

: this era? Seems like it's gonna hit a climax of
: self-destruct next year, from what I read and what the
: mystics I post imply. This is a good thing. It's gonna get
: worse before it gets better, but don't they say it's always
: darkest before the dawn, or sumthin' like dat? Too bad we
: can't heal over night. It's gonna be a few years a lot o'
: hard work to get to where you're supposed to be.