Journalist in a Genocide #1

Expose all fear mongers

4:12am

Arise out of bed and get dressed. Skip the pee. I did that at 3:58am. Maybe I have to go again. A mini pee debate. Fuck it. I don’t have time. Let it build awhile. What’s my topic? Who starts with a topic? Start an article with a single word and let it wrap around the word, expand out and breed and produce little baby articles. The hot tea hits my lips and things are falling into place now. I can feel it. I know where I am. I know I’m a journalist in a genocide.

While lying in bed I answered some text messages, sent off a few emails, read about resignations, possible upcoming resignations, and about a new bus coming to Seattle. For some reason King County council gets a real boner for buses. It’s a real LOOK AT US moment with ribbons too. The photo of all of them standing in front of the bus goes on their social media accounts almost immediately. It might be a race between them. Maybe side bets too. Posts are time stamped producing an accurate winner. A big cocaine party after, clothes come off. It’s disgusting.

I told you something big is coming. Fear mongering perhaps?

Shouldn’t the cover be blue? Black is the color for death. I wrote about the death connection to the song God Bless America yesterday. The color might have followed me over.

Yesterday I had a topic to start off with. It was on James Roguski’s post FEAR MONGERING IS NOT OKAY.

His main focus is against those who are making claims that something might happen on October 4 when the emergency broadcast test happens and does something, something big to the CV19 vaccinated. He’s asking for help from his thousands of subscribers. Expose the fear mongers. Then stop trusting them. We only want accurate information from people who never get anything wrong. Wait, that might be me. I’ve said several times in my garden talks I feel something big is coming. I might have even said it before Clif. Is that fear mongering? If you wipe out all of the fear monger’s do you then go after the hope monger’s? It’s only fair.

My comment on his post.

No like from James.

October 4^th 4:11PM

Someone bangs on the door. It’s growling too. A hand smashes through the front window. I look outside. I see my neighbors all dressed in zombie costumes. Good costumes too. A little early. Halloween is still three weeks away. Great special effects, spewing blood and white puss out of their mouth. Coming from their eyes too. How are they doing that? And then I remember, holy fucking shit. The government emergency broadcast happened today at 2:22pm. It must have activated the mystery nanopartical time capsule and changed them into fucking zombies. Jesus, my neighbor Lillie WAS a hot little Asian. Gads, now look at her. I recognize most of them. Why are they at my house and nobody else’s house? Somehow, they know I’m not vaccinated. Fuck, 5G is communicating with them directing them to people who aren’t vaccinated. Goddamn technology being used against us again. Maybe AI.

I see my Mormon neighbors crawling out on the street heading towards my house. Last Sunday, I seen them as they were piling into their SUV dressed in their best and heading for church. They even waved—rare. I should have known then. I scream to my wife upstairs, “GET MY GUN WOMAN.”

She screams back, “WHERE IS IT?”

“UNDER MY PILLOW.”

“WHAT, YOU SLEEP WITH IT UNDER YOUR PILLOW? MIKE WE TALKED ABOUT THIS.”

“GRAB MY SWORD TOO.”

“MIKE, THERE’S NO SWORD.” WHAT’S GOING ON?”

“ALL OF OUR VACCINATED NEIGHBORS ARE ZOMBIES NOW COMING TO EAT US. THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST ACTIVATED SOME FUCKING NANOPARTICAL BULLSHIT AND TURNED THEM ALL INTO GODDAMN ZOMBIES. HURRY WOMAN.”

“BUT YOU SAID YOU READ A SUBSTACK THAT SAID IT WAS JUST FEAR MONGERING.”

“OKAY I GOT IT WRONG….ONE TIME.”

I get an idea, not my own. Must be from Universe. I quickly set up my stereo in my living room, some of my zombie neighbors are halfway through the window. I chop off Fred’s hands so he can’t climb all the way in. I hook up my IPAD to the stereo, search to youtube, search for the song, crank the volume and hit play.

My CV19 vaccinated zombie neighbors were dropping dead.

I then mount the speaker on top of Heisenberg, hook up my IPHONE to the same song and begin driving around my neighborhood while the song plays. Approaching zombies begin falling. Shit, I see Marsay. I turn the music off quick.

To be continued on October 4^th 2023 sometime after 2:22pm.

Author note: Marsay text me last night. “I’m on my way over. I feel like drinking Margaritas. I’ll be there in two minutes. You have to try this.” She arrives 22 minutes later with a cheap box of margarita mixer.

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