if we had never named covid 19 and swerved around it like it was a dinosaur in the road instead of a squirrel, we’d probably have barely noticed it. “huh, baddish flu this year” would have been about the end it of. no lockdown. no mask up. no EUA jab. just life.
h/t The Automatic Earth
But, but, but, muh fweewings and the Black Death 2.0 (gasp) is the extra most dastardly evarz.
Why the corpse commandos are still coming around to remove the dead by calling to bring them out.
It’s a good thing the border was closed and those Summer of Love riots didn’t happen.
I only obey and stand six feet away with obedience muzzle, comrade.
Mommygov keep me warm and safe. (sniffle)
The stock market graph is the exact opposite, going down as it only gets worse under Brandon.
Hairy Palms by the potted plant Weinstein got off in the glorious people’s republic of NY (CPUSA/CCP) state and the lawyer was prattling about people in society who are very unpopular still deserve a fair trail as the irony regarding two minutes hater Emmanuel Trumpstein dripped off the extra big ass teevee screen and now some Karen from NY Slimes is emitting some face flatulence in Harvey’s defense.
The stupid it will burn it all down the best.
Breaking from Black Manta:
Transparent Man