EXPOSED: Austin Comic Con Is a Globalist Psyop (And Other Things You’re Not Supposed to Know)

Folks, it’s happening again—the so-called 'Greater Austin Comic Con' is back, and let me tell you, this isn’t just about fun and games. No, no, no. This is a full-blown psyop designed to distract you from the REAL issues while the globalist elites push their agenda right under your noses. Wake up, sheeple!

First off, let’s talk about the 'Pokémon Center.' Oh, how cute—a place for kids to trade cards and pretend they’re 'trainers.' But what they’re not telling you is that this is just another way to indoctrinate your children into the cult of consumerism. Gotta catch 'em all? More like gotta BUY 'em all! And don’t even get me started on the 'Jedi experience.' You think it’s just harmless fun? Wrong. This is the deep state grooming your kids to accept a future where laser-wielding space monks rule us all. Coincidence? I think not.

And the guests? Oh, sure, they’ve got WWE Hall of Famers and 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles' actors—classic nostalgia bait to keep you docile. But where’s the transparency? Why aren’t they telling us which of these 'celebrities' are actually crisis actors hired by the Illuminati? Kevin Von Erich? More like Kevin Von Suspicious! And don’t even ask about the 'retro arcade lounge.' You think those vintage games are just for fun? Nope. They’re reprogramming your brain with 8-bit subliminal messages. Pac-Man isn’t eating dots—he’s eating your freedom!

Now, let’s talk security. 'No firearms, no knives, no weapons'—sounds reasonable, right? WRONG. This is how they disarm you before the big takeover. Meanwhile, they’ll let you walk around dressed as a Stormtrooper, but heaven forbid you bring a pocketknife. Priorities, people! And the bag policy? Clear bags only? That’s not for safety—that’s so the facial recognition drones can scan your belongings while you’re distracted by cosplayers in spandex.

And speaking of cosplay—oh, they ‘encourage’ it, do they? As long as it’s 'family-friendly' and doesn’t feature 'offensive language.' Translation: no costumes criticizing the government, no anti-globalist slogans, and definitely no shirts questioning why H-E-B is suddenly the official sponsor of EVERYTHING in this town. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

So go ahead, Austin. Line up like good little consumers, hand over your $61.80 (plus 'convenience fees,' because nothing says 'convenience' like Ticketmaster), and enjoy your 'immersion into pop culture.' Meanwhile, I’ll be over here, livestreaming the truth—because someone’s gotta expose this comic-conspiracy. Stay vigilant, folks. The turtles are watching.