Horrific Haiku Creates a Breath of Fresh Air

I did not expect the posting of this horrific haiku would create a glorious breath of fresh air, but it did. Things can get a bit claustrophobic when you have invisible enemies working to undermine the very things that are the most important to you. My health and the health of others is one of those things.

Why anyone would defend the injecting of these Moderna poisons into themselves and their offspring is beyond me, so I am grateful they are no longer within my circle of acquaintances. The fresh air in my lungs is rejoicing in my enemies absence. I would sooner have one strong and principled friend, versus a thousand followers who have no concept of the money motivated corrupt.

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Horrific Haiku With Stupidity Unleashed

Now that’s a horrific haiku with stupidity unleashed.

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“Trust the science” is a mantra out of sync with the innate wisdom of the human body. Just ask it (the body) with the simple but complex knowledge of muscle testing. Believe what your body tells it tells you, and not what comes out of a lab full of rats.

MRNA vaccine injuries are no joke, they cripple and kill you, not the things that ail you.

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Moderna terrorists

fan hypodermic needles.

MRNA Gods.

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These jabs are the antithesis of health. An un-compromised body should be the goal of medicine, not injecting all manner of toxins and poisons to disrupt and compromise normal cell functions. Injecting healthy and vibrant children with these body compromising pharmaceuticals is a crime against nature and humanity.

That is the message from my sacred body and my horrific haiku unleashed. The same important message sent from God, the real one.

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Stratospheric Haiku Conspiracy, Eyes on the Sky

Off the Beaten Path stratospheric haiku conspiracy for March 26, 2026.

The skies tell the truth even when your smartphone lies. Michigan just had another devastating ice storm with surface temperatures at 28 degrees. Rain freezing instantly on contact with everything near the ground. It is raining because of geo engineering programs that warm temperatures aloft. Satellites, microwave frequencies, Chem trails and cell towers in conjunction with metallic nano particles and our weather is coming straight from Hell.

Preach all the college book “science” you want. Chem trails make clouds and dim the sun, they change the weather, contrails do not. Weather modification is not a conspiracy theory, its deniers are the real conspiracy theorists.


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I hear my fishing poles stretching their muscles. My lures are rattling in my tackle box. My waders are singing the opening aria of an opera I can’t wait to attend.

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Haiku Saturday

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Eye of green gecko

swivels with geared precision>

Cold blooded bug snatch.

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Geckos are more entertaining to watch than TV. Certainly more interesting than a bunch of anarchists with their iPhone videos of themselves obstructing and harassing law enforcement. I have visions of the police armed with gecko tongues, making mighty quick work of the rioters who are acting lower on the livingness scale than cockroaches. So if you are a cockroach I hope the geckos are hot on your trail.

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Saturday Haiku

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Great day for all the cold weather gear and snow toys. May all the children have a rollicking day.

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Out the Front Window

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The turkeys have found our tree. There was a partridge last year but he is too late to the feast this time around. The gobblers are neither shy nor subtle, they leave little in their wake but broken twigs and excrement. The thousands of little red apples are history. At least I won’t have to trim the tree next summer, they did a pretty fair job.

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If you have a birdwatcher in the family, “The Kirtland’s Warblers” makes a great gift anytime of year. https://www.amazon.com/dp/194073679X