MIssing 411 Remote Viewing Project

I return to TUMBLR!  Kevin Wikse (tumblr.com) @kevinwikse  I am b ack on Tumblr, baby!!! And it feels like stepping into the gender-confused lion’s den of degenerates—a true blessing to be scorned and eternally loathed by the Devil himself. His minion horde, a sad, sorry assembly of micro-penis'ed, horse semen-chugging commie "White Dudes for Kamala Harris," card-carrying members of NAMBLA, and their 500lb blue-haired baby-murdering ogress counterparts shrieking in tandem at my posts. This is the battleground where the damned come to wail, and I couldn’t be more at home. Bring it the fuck on! Who am I?  In a world teetering on the brink of the unknown, where shadows whisper secrets and the night holds its breath, one man stands as the last sentinel against the encroaching darkness. Meet Kevin Wikse, the modern-day conjurer who wields ancient wisdom like a sharpened blade. With a mind as sharp as a ritual dagger and a wit as quick as a spectral apparition, Kevin delves int...

I am a busy guy. I don't have time to play pandemic or pretend that there is not a massive global pedophile network. I don't have time to put on a facial maxi-pad and pretend it is anything other than a visual reminder for a plague that doesn't really exist, not in the way that it is reported. I got a formidable "to-do" list. Entertaining the idea that there are biologically more than two genders or the notion that identity politics matter in any way shape or form, is NOT on my list. I got REAL shit to do. I wish I had more free time. I would blog every day or at least every other day. It takes time to write a blog post, and while I am not stopping anytime soon, sometimes I can say more with less.  As such I am introducing my Tumblr. The same one-of-a-kind occult information and super-accurate predictions delivered with the razor wit and hard-knuckled two-fisted gin-joint bouncer sense of humor I have become both loved and hated for.  Want a real kick in the ass? ...