THEN THE RAGE
Corona rage. Justified rage directed at them.
“You think I’m a thief. I’m not the one charging eighty-five cents for a stinking soda.”
They’ve awoken a few. They were just humble taxpayers. Good neighbors. Obeyed the laws of the land. They walk their dog in the evenings and watch the nightly news before they go to bed. Some have a garden in their backyard.
They complied with the lockdowns, social distancing, the lockdowns again. They believed in a deadly virus. The evidence was real. It was on their nightly news. Thirty three new cases yesterday, sixty six today. It’s doubling daily. Nine dead. Yes, a novel coronavirus was out to get them. Practically stalking them. It was even inside their car. Thank God for surgical masks. Thank God for the Chinese factories pumping the masks out—billions weekly or all of humanity would be dead in 2020, they strongly implied.
The penguin is a sign of good luck and fortune. Luck runs out. Fortunes dry up and people go into rage mode when they discover they’ve been scammed. Robbed. Three years stolen from them. They awaken and realize they were made a prisoner by dumb fucking morons.
when are the people gonna stand up for their rights???
bring out those pitchforks?
My Dr. gives me grief whenever I tell him how much beer I imbibe. If I were to ask him about Bodi, he would likely recommend Bud Light instead. He also recommended the jab. I'm in the market for a new Dr.