Olympics of Genocide, Blasphemy, and Genderbending
False Flag Weekly News Rumble link Bitchute link Some of my earliest and most intense memories involve the Olympics. In 1964 I huddled in front of my grandparents’ black-and-white TV to watch Madison, WI newscasters proudly announce that my father had won a silver medal in the Tokyo sailing competition. Though the image quality wasn’t great, we could more-or-less make him out in the clip from the awards ceremony. Then in 1968 it got even better. I attended the Mexico City Olympics sailing games, held in Acapulco, and watch the races from the spectator boat. One of my few unpleasant memories…
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