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Seventeen-Year Locusts and Eighty-Year Wokists, by Jeff Thomas

The wokists are not unprecedented. Insanity has been a recurring phenomena through human history. From Jeff Thomas at internationalman.com:

Locusts

The critter in the photo above is an entomologic marvel. The seventeen-year locust (or cicada) appears on the American continent like clockwork every seventeen years. As soon as a locust is born, it burrows in the ground and appears to hibernate for seventeen years. When it emerges, it lives only four to six weeks – just long enough to devastate crops, lay a new batch of eggs, and start the cycle again.

But, whilst underground, they’re not actually hibernating. They are, in fact, active in a wingless nymph form, feeding on sap and tree roots. They’re building their strength for their periodic devastation. The danger that they present to humanity is that, when they emerge, they do so collectively, and their cumulative damage is often epic.

But enough of entomologic lessons. Those who read this publication are more concerned with a destruction created by mankind – the rise of a class of humans that seeks to destroy all that has been achieved in the last several generations.

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Locusts; or A Tale of Monstrous Foolishness, by Catte Black

Meet the new locusts, same as the old locusts, but the response this time is far more drastic. From Catte Black at off-guardian.org:

One day in a land far away and a time long gone a Priest came to where the Many were tending their crops and livestock and said…

“There are locusts coming and we must prepare!”

“But locusts come every year and all the years gone by”, the Many replied, “It is always so, why must we prepare?”

“These are not the locusts of all the years gone by,” the Priest said, “these are new and terrible locusts that I call by a New Name. We must prepare.”

“What do these new and terrible locusts with the New Name do?” the Many asked in great fear.

“Why,” said the Priest, “they consume a portion of our crops and then move on.”

The Many trembled in dread.

“But this is what locusts always do”, one man of the Many said, “why must we prepare this year when we never have before?”

The Priest regarded the one man of the Many.

“Did you not hear me?” he said. “These are not the old locusts of years gone by, these are new and terrible locusts and they have a New Name. We MUST PREPARE.”

“But what do the new and terrible locusts with the New Name do that is worse than the old locusts of years gone by?” the one man said.

“Why, are you a fool?” the priest cried. “Did I not tell you they consume our crops and then move on. We MUST PREPARE!”

“Yes, we must prepare!” cried the many in unison, though they did not know what this required.

“I do not understand”, the one man of the Many persisted, “do these new and terrible locusts look different from the old locusts of years gone by?”

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