Remember when pain wasn’t delivered on our front doorsteps every day in the form of excrement, excreting from the mouths of media and government dickheads? Neither do we.
The house of pain that everyone is experiencing (unless you were lucky enough to be in one of the States that didn’t impose house arrest on its citizens because of a virus) was done almost overnight.
Mayors, governors and other elected arse-holes put the boot down on the throats of the unwashed in instant oatmeal fashion.
Yet now, ‘phases’ to loosen the rope around our necks have to be implemented before the innocents can one again enjoy a life of diminished freedom – one that involves lives with a mask, and without a handshake, a hug, a kiss, a glance at someone six feet away or a thought not approved by these f**ktards.
The moral of the story so far from these psychopath’s is: never have hope. Waves of the cornholio will re-surface whenever the dickheads call upon it, probably at seasonal intervals. Autumn cornholio, Winter cornholio, Christmas cornholio – get your asses back into your homes and quarantine your lives until the magic poke in the arm of puss and chemicals is offered by Big Pharma, and then mandated, paving the way for immunity certificates to be issued that tell the ignorants spread across the lands that you are ‘okay’, and can go about enjoying diminished freedom, along with a toxic cocktail of shyte streaming through your body. Nice!
But as the boot on our necks is ever so slightly lessened, real horrors in real time of what these demons have imposed upon many is there for all to see:
At least 10,000 cars line up in an orderly fashion in San Antonio, all full of hungry, increasingly desperate people. Thousands already arrived the night before just to get a chance to eat. “We just can’t feed this many,”said the CEO of the local food bank that Texans have descended upon.
It is a scene playing out across the country;1,300 cars swamped the drive-thru Greater Pittsburgh Food Bank. The United Center, home to the Chicago Bulls and Blackhawks, has beentransformed into a huge food warehouse, as COVID-19 has driven a wedge through the cracks in American society, where tens of millions of people now face unemployment and hunger.
Some have claimed that the food lines are a glimpse into what a future American socialist state would look like. However, this is not a hypothetical society but a very real present. It is Breadline 2020, today’s America. Existing food banks are struggling to cope; one worker of a food bank in Baton Rouge, LA, claimed that the current situation is worse than after Hurricane Katrina. – via mintpressnews.com
The only gripe this shitposting writer has with the above is that it is NOT the COVID-19 that has driven a wedge through the cracks in American society…it is the governments response to it that has provided new delights of suffering f**kery among the innocents.
The new “normal” is here, where we’re subjected to the strange and bewildering personal hygiene habits of those who haven’t lived with us previously, but now, because they are unemployed are now living with us, and we get to observe first-hand, their daily bites, licks, moans, sighs and extended bathroom trips…if we’re lucky.
Those who have had their lives decimated by the shitf**kery orders of government dickheads, have no such luxury. They are lining up at food banks, for a bit of sustenance that just might provide them with enough energy to queue up again tomorrow for a bit more sustenance.
The agony of all of us, in whatever manner, continues to be dumped upon us all.
And all the sleeping masses are hoping for, is a poke in the arm of chemical f**kery, that will allow us to experience the new normal, a new abnormal, dictated to us all by demons and psychopath’s from any of the circles of Hell.
…and Jesus wept
Dr. Ron Paul Interview: Bill Gates & Tony Fauci Are Determined To Run The World by Vaccines – via activistpost.com
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