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Psychological warfare: Deeper into the breech my friends (Drop 3 of 3)

1) The Growing Need to Focus on Modern Political Warfare

2) Assessing Military Information Operations in Afghanistan: 2001–2010

3) Understanding and
Preparing for the Psychological Consequences of Terrorism

4) Psychological warfare analysis using Network Science approach - DoD Academic Paper

5) The Global Risks
Report 2023 18th Edition
Insight Report - WEF Research Paper
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He DESTROYED ben shapiro Andrew Tate vs Piers Morgan
Forwarded from Mission of Truth
Forwarded from Moral Obligation
ONE LESS FAT, EVIL BASTARD IN THE WORLD !!!
Henry Kissinger DEAD at 100 years old.

#BOYCOTT_ISRAEL
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Mars.
Forwarded from Anything Gonz Goes (ned)
The insolent incel may never excel
past Bill Gates's vaccines and nanobot hell⸮
https://news.1rj.ru/str/gonzojourney/17883
Forwarded from My Nemesis lives in my tiny mind 24/7/365 RENT FREE
A Irish poet once wrote...
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, "Won't see another one"
And then he sang a song, 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'
I turned my face away and dreamed about you


Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen-to-one
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City
When the band finished playing, they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night


The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing, "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day

You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day

"I could have been someone" Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
I kept them with me, babe, I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing, "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day
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