SUPPOSING you have ever attempted to hold the ‘bread and circuses’ conversation with a sports addict during the fourth quarter of the ball game, then you know what it’s like poking a bear in the butt during its hibernating season. Don’t do that. In all honesty I never know what it will take to wake the normies from their slumber. If the Federal Reserve or the faked Apollo moon landings, stolen His-Story, the flat earth, Media hoaxes, or pharmaceutical witchcraft and the Vax don’t do raise a brow, then Jif Peanut Butter just might do the trick. You never really know. It’s best to keep your options open. Always be on the lookout for that opportune moment to jump into the conversation.
It was like that during an exchange I was having with someone a few months ago. Our communication was an ongoing one lasting several days around the fireside [I was living on the beach in Florida] and nothing that I said to him was getting through. But then he said it. He said Jiffy Peanut Butter, and I was on it. I was quick to the trigger and said: “Jiffy Peanut Butter never existed. It’s called Jif and it’s always been Jif. Why people keep calling it Jiffy is strange, don’t you think?”
His response was an immediate one. ‘Bull s—t,’ he said. Well then if you don’t believe me, look it up, was my response. ‘They’ve rebranded, that’s all,’ he explained. Oh, is that so? Do a Google search on Jiffy going all the way back to the beginning. It’s Jif and it’s always been Jif. Jiffy is a collective false memory and it’s never existed. I then introduced him to something called the Mandela Effect. He was hooked. Nabbed one. Another seat from the colosseum emptied. The world is that much more woke now. You’re welcome.
You can find the latest update to my ever-growing Mandela Effect paper in the PDF below.
