Baby Burlesk Starlet Shirley Temple Reveals Being Put in a Satanic Style Black Box for Punishment (pizzagate)

submitted ago by pig_lifter

"When any of us misbehaved, we were sent one by one Into the black box to cool off and think about it. In the dark, with the door closed."

Shirley Temple Reveals the Black Box at 6:33:

Sent Into The Black Box In The Dark at 6:33

The entire Baby Burlesk movement was disgusting and It's evident that this poor girl was passed around to be raped by different Hollywood honchos at the time. Strange how the black box punishment theme keep resurfacing with these Satanists.

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4_InquiringMinds ago

Not just the black box but with a huge block of ice/she got sick from those box times.

pig_lifter ago

I found an interesting connection between the confinement and cold temperature from Joan Baez lyrics: Lyrics to 'Play Me Backwards': http://www.joanbaez.com/Lyrics/playmeback.html

4_InquiringMinds ago

Play Me Backwards

She states before the song exactly what it is about.

4_InquiringMinds ago

PLAY ME BACKWARDS (Written by Joan Baez, Wally Wilson, Kenny Greenberg & Karen O'Connor)

You don't have to play me backwards To get the meaning of my verse You don't have to die and go to hell To feel the devil's curse

Well I thought my life was a photograph On the family Christmas card Kids all dressed in buttons and bows And lined up in the yard Were the golden days of childhood So lyrical and warm Or did the picture start to fade On the day that I was born

I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice! And I got no place to run

Let the night begin there's a pop of skin And the sudden rush of scarlet There's a little boy riding on a goat's head And a little girl playing the harlot There's a sacrifice in an empty church Of sweet li'l baby Rose And a man in a mask from Mexico Is peeling off my clothes

I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice! And I got no place to run

So I'm paying for protection Smoking out the truth Chasing recollections Nailing down the proof

You don't have to play me backwards To get the meaning of my verse You don't have to die and go to hell To feel the devil's curse I'll stand before your altar And tell everything I know I've come to claim my childhood At the chapel of baby Rose

I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum I've seen them light the candles I've heard them bang the drum