There I was sitting in the movie theatre trying to watch “Sound of Freedom,” when I heard the sound of an air horn.

Bwaam! Bom-bom-bom-bom-bwaam! 

Jim Caviezel, who plays Tim Ballard, the agent who saves the children, had just appeared. I could not believe what I heard. But there it was again.

Bwaam! Bom-bom-bom-bom-bwaam! Bwaam!

Certainly, someone in the theatre would stop this sound. Others would complain and tell the staff to figure out who or what was making that noise.

I had read reports about theatre chains across America that were censoring this movie. So many businesses have fallen for the Biden Mafia’s wokification and antifa mobology. I thought of this suppression.

As Jim Caviezel was pretending to be a pedophile (Jim is not one, and I can tell cause I can look at someone and know), I heard the sound once more. 

Bwaam! Bom-bom-bom-bom-bwaam! Bom-bom-bom! Bwaam!

Each time it lasted a bit longer. Nobody in the theatre moved. I don’t know how they could think this was part of the movie.

Someone, perhaps a theatre manager or a shapeshifting chaos agent deputized by Hunter Biden, was behind it. I knew I was being targeted because of my recent posts on Twitter warning everyone that Kamala Harris has replaced Joe Biden with Doug, her husband, and he wears Biden’s face. (We don’t really ever see Doug and Joe together.)

Normally, at this WMV theatre in Sunnydale, California, a person will check on how the movie is doing. They did not send anybody. After I jotted down some notes about the child sex club in Thailand (for a project), I went to get a manager. 

What I told the front desk was that there was an infiltrator trying to drive people away from the movie. The infiltrator especially wanted anyone who was open to learning about criminal pedophile rings to leave. Anyone who was closed off to this issue would not hear the blare of the horn. 

There are all kinds of scientific studies about how you can condition people to pick up certain auditory sensations. It can be different if you are a pedophobe. Or think about women with newborns who have just eaten the placenta after their birth.

I returned to my seat. The manager stood near the exit. Just as I expected whoever was making the noise was no longer doing it. Then the manager left, and I heard it again. 

Bwaam! Bom-bom-bom-bom-bwaam! Bwaam!

Bwaam! Bom-bom-bom-bom-bwaam! Bom-bom-bom! Bwaam! 

Bwaam! Bom-bom-bom-bom-bwaam! Bwaam!

Moving row to row, I tried to identify who the person was with the air horn. The theatre was not helpful. I was asked by the manager to sit down and watch the movie. However, I already knew what would happen next in the movie. This was the part at the US embassy, my least favorite part. 

Next came the rapid-fire of air horns. Probably a dozen. I think they were rigged under the seats in the back of the theatre. On strings, they could be pulled and go off at different times.

This is what we’re up against in this battle. A phantom squadron of air horns that will stop at nothing to prevent us from watching a movie about child sex predators. The moral depravity of a theatre that would sonically stalk us. Bwaamm-bom-bom-bommm! Our freedom under assault.