Everyone remotely connected to the much-reduced federal governing of the country was busily preparing their annual move south to the newly established winter capital in Florida. This new ritual of moving south for the winter ensured Washington DC would become a ghost town until the cherry blossoms began blooming again. That was the signal to return to the Capital for the big annual celebrations honoring the new COVID Spring national holiday and Team Freedom’s Great Reset.  

Cayla had instructed me to go to the Old Post Office Pavilion on Pennsylvania Avenue near the White House. We were to meet at Vlad’s, one of the many new and opulent restaurant-cum-vodka bars serving authentic Russian and Continental style comfort food along with exotic vodkas that had sprung up in the Capital after COVID Spring. 

Usually, Vlad’s would get packed at all hours of the day with Team Freedom officials and official Washington. Non-well-connected patrons would need reservations many weeks in advance. But with most of official Washington still preparing for, on their way to, or already at the new winter capital in Florida, the place was mostly empty when I arrived.

Vlad’s itself was something straight out of a Tolstoy novel. All of the burly waiters and bartenders wore formal military-style dress uniforms and big fur hats. The interior had the appearance of a pre-revolutionary Russian salon. The walls and furniture were all covered in gold gilt, gold trim, or satin damask; crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and all the restrooms had solid gold fixtures. 

On one wall over Vlad's room-long bar, a giant mural depicted the official narrative for the final storming of the Capitol - the President Emeritus gallantly leading the American people over the fences and barricades with a copy of the Bill of Rights in one hand and a megaphone in the other... 

Despite these opulent surroundings, I was apprehensive about meeting Cayla. She had a ferocious reputation and was well known to be fiercely loyal to the newly declared President Emeritus. She was also known for her low tolerance of any hint of criticism or tough questioning from journalists…

Good afternoon and thank you for taking the time to meet me at Vlad’s. You must try the pirozhkis and the borscht with the rye bread here. All of which are the best you will find outside of Russia… [She motions to a burly waiter who comes to our table.]

Igor, could we have two bowls of borscht with rye bread and Vlad’s special pirozhki sampler platter? I hope you are not a vegetarian… [She smiles and looks in my direction.]

No, I am not.

Good, because I am a big meat eater myself. Vlad’s is not the sort of restaurant vegetarians would want to eat! [She smiles again.]

While we await our food, let me begin our conversation with a brief discussion of some key facts about recent events. Then I will discuss Team Freedom’s priorities for our Great Reset to make America great again by building the country back better and fundamentally transform it!  

While COVIDsteria started as a bad Chinese flu, it exposed much of what was wrong with America. Our country’s rapacious elites mistakenly believed that all Americans would just quietly bend over and allow themselves to get endlessly swabbed by them with no pushback whatsoever.

At first, those pushing back were scornfully labeled anti-swabbers or “homophobic racists” who wanted to “kill all the country’s grandmas and marginalized peoples.” They were deplatformed from social media, harassed by government agencies, and prevented from earning a living. When that was not enough to satisfy our rapacious elites, they tried to eliminate all those who stood in their way by conducting a final solution in the form of a violent nationwide purge. 

However, the American people soon launched a pushback under the leadership of our indomitable President Emeritus. This pushback was derisively labeled by the media and our elites as an “insurrection,” “rebellion,” “revolt,” “uprising,” and finally a “siege.”  

In reality, the pushback known as COVID Spring was more like a second American Revolution, War of Independence, or Civil War. Only this time, it was a fight for freedom by the American people led by our fearless President Emeritus against our country’s elites.  

With that fight now over and Team Freedom firmly in charge, America required healing and forgiveness. Since our noble President Emeritus is a magnanimous unifier rather than a divider, he wisely issued the COVID Amnesty and Reconciliation Executive Order. This Order provides a blanket amnesty to everyone in the country. It covers whatever they may have done during the period starting from Christmas Day, when the national lockdown and purges began, right up until midnight of the day COVID Spring ended with the final storming of the Capitol.  

In addition and as part of Team Freedom’s Great Reset, our dauntless President Emeritus has issued the following executive orders:  

• Our Fake News Executive Order protects all Americans from the spread of false and malicious fake news such as Russian conspiracy theories or false accusations of being a Russian agent. Backing up this Executive Order are other executive orders that strengthen our libel laws. 

• Our National Freedom of Speech Executive Order guarantees free speech for all Americans. You may now say or write whatever you want - so long as it does not violate our Fake News Executive Order and our now strengthened libel laws... [She smiles.] 

• Our Urban Reparations and Forgiveness Executive Order further builds on our COVID Amnesty and Reconciliation Executive Order by helping African Americans and other minorities living in urban areas. The Order allows for the efficient legal transfer of unclaimed property in urban areas hit hard by depopulation during the Great Die-Off to the surviving residents of these areas or outside investors. 

Americans are and always will be optimistic and forward-looking people. That is why these executive orders form the foundation for Team Freedom’s Great Reset that will make America great again by building the country back better and fundamentally transform it! 

And now I am happy to take your questions… [She smiles. Our borscht and rye bread arrives. She begins nibbling on the rye bread and eating the soup.]

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I interviewed a Georgia hog farmer who had taken part in many COVID Spring battles across the South on the front porch of his farm over beer and a peach pie freshly made by his girlfriend. He naturally chews tobacco which sometimes made him difficult to understand…

When that Chinese Kung Flu hit, I did not worry or pay much attention to it. I was always too busy running my hog farm and taking care of my kid and girlfriend. My part of Georgia did not even bother to lockdown. And most of us sure as hell were not walking around wearing those stupid face diapers or doing that social distancing nonsense. 

I never followed politics much either. Heck, I did not even bother to vote in that last special election we had in Georgia. I mean, what difference does it make? All politicians are or end up being the same when they go to Washington DC.

But then the new Administration, or rather Team Sciencey, announced their anal swabbing mandate. And I was thinking, “What the hell is that all about?” 

I am no scientist or medical doctor! I am a Georgia good ol' boy who never finished high school! But I don’t need a fancy college degree to know that the Chinese Kung Flu was a respiratory virus. Why would the government look for a Chinese respiratory virus by anal swabbing people? That is not how I look for respiratory viruses with my hogs! [He frowns angrily.]

So I started listening to Talk Radio all day while feeding and cleaning up after my hogs. Almost every host or guest said, “Trust the plan!” over and over again. “Just trust the plan!” So I thought, “Ok, good, the conservatives have a plan to stop the government from anal swabbing me! There is absolutely nothing to worry about!”

And then the Ninth Circus Court ruled that anal swabbing was constitutional. So I turned on Talk Radio again, and everyone was saying, “Do not worry, we have the Supreme Court!” But I started to worry. After all, the Supreme Court had upheld the not-so-Affordable Care Act that forced me to pay $600 a month for a $6,000 deductible insurance policy because I am a self-employed hog farmer! 

I was lucky I never married my girlfriend! She is a hairdresser getting paid in cash. She qualified for a nice fat subsidy as a single mother with a “low income” to get herself and my kid some health insurance.

And then, all of a sudden, the Supreme Court ruled the anal swabbing mandate was a tax and fully constitutional! [He shakes his head, and another look of anger appears on his face.]

The worst part was having to listen to some so-called conservative swabhole politician say that anal swabbing was “no longer a political debate.” And how it was now time to “move on to more important political debates, like additional tax cuts for the American people!” 

Now let me tell you something! [He spits out some tobacco juice and points his index finger at me as his neck starts to turn red.]

Did my swabhole government or any swabhole politician ever ask me if I wanted another stinking tax cut? No, they did not ask me! I did not want another stinking tax cut from my swabhole government or any swabhole politician! What I wanted was not to have my swabhole government anal swab me, my girlfriend, or my kid for some stupid Chinese Kung Flu! I bet those swabholes politicians all exempted themselves from the anal swabbing mandate – just like they all did with the not-so-Affordable Care Act!  

Then that hot Thai woman got dragged off a plane for being like Rosa Parks, and refusing to give up her seat to be anally swabbed by the swabhole government! Even though that Kung Flu came from Asia, that Thai hottie did not deserve to get treated like that! And I started asking myself just what the hell was going on in this swabhole country? I mean, were we turning into North Korea? [His neck turns redder, and he spits out some tobacco juice.]

I was so angry about the anal swabbing mandate that I spent $29.95 to buy Swabholes: How the Left is Swabbing America!. The book opened my eyes to what the left was doing to this country and Georgia good ol’ boys like me in particular! [His neck is now completely red.]

So I would listen to Talk Radio all day while feeding and cleaning up after my hogs. Every host and all the callers were going ballistic over Chinese Kung Flu anal swabbing! [His neck turns redder, and he spits out more tobacco juice.]

Then I would go back to my home and turn on Coyote News to watch “The Howl.” They were practically having cage matches and gladiator fights every single night over Chinese Kung Flu anal swabbing! [His neck turns even redder.]

So then I would turn on Ostrich News Network (ONN) to find out what bullshit anal swabbing propaganda the mainstream media wanted me to believe. That stupid Fredo Ratto clown would be saying there was “absolutely nothing to worry about” and to “trust science!” when the government anal swabbed you because the swab was only 3 to 4 inches long! That made me even more livid! I mean, 3 to 4 inches long is not a small swab! It will make you walk like a penguin afterward! [His neck is flaming red.]

And why was the special 3 to 4 inch long anal swab used by the government shaped like a sickle? Was I the only person in America who thought that might have something to do with that mad scientist Dr. Sickle? [His face starts to turn red, and he spits out more tobacco juice.]

And that stupid Fredo clown would also say shit like, “All Americans need to be ready to do their part to stop COVIDsteria by bending over to be anal swabbed if they do not want to kill grandma or marginalized people!” [His entire face turns red.]

But what bothered me the most was when I would get my kid ready for school in the morning. I would turn on PTV and see that crazy Science Person bending over and being anal swabbed on live TV! He, she, whatever that person’s pronoun, would then tell school children there was “absolutely nothing to worry about” when the public schools anal swabbed you before classes every morning! [His face turns even redder, and he spits out even more tobacco juice.]

I was incensed! If I did not want the swabhole government anal swabbing me, I sure as hell did not want them anal swabbing my kid either! I was also angry at the swabhole Teachers’ Unions for refusing to go back to their classrooms unless my kid got anal swabbed every morning before school! [His whole face is blood red, and he pauses to calm down.]

There is only so much anal swabbing by the swabhole government that an American man and a Georgia good ol' boy can take before he goes postal on them! [He shakes his head and frowns angrily.]

What did you think of the nDNA vaccine? 

Well, I do not know… [He shrugs and spits out some tobacco juice.] I mean, not like I am a scientist or a doctor. Heck, I did not even finish high school!

But I did read or hear somewhere that Will Doors was using his galactic speed injection to either implant trackable microchips in or program everyone to download and play the premium version of Hungry Crickets all day long. I also read or heard somewhere, maybe on talk radio, that the injection would turn you into a 5G transmitter or make you magnetic or something...

Did you believe any of that? 

[He shrugs again.] Again, I am not a scientist or a doctor… [He spits out some tobacco juice.]

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I visited one such ethnic working-class enclave to meet a still active-duty soldier who was an unwilling participant in the final Capitol Siege as a defender. He asked to remain strictly anonymous...  

As an active-duty serviceman, what happened during the weeks or days leading up to the national lockdown?

They suddenly canceled all our leave for Christmas. So we figured something was up. Maybe the politicians were starting a new war in the Middle East to distract the country. [He frowns.]

Then we were all summoned to go to the base mess just before Christmas Eve for what we thought was an early Christmas party. Instead, a makeshift injection station was there.

Some high-ranking geniuses at the Pentagon must have figured out they had forgotten to inject all of us enlisted soldiers with that nDNA crap. We had never been deemed “essential” by the new Administration or so-called Team Science. 

However, we quickly figured out the coughing goofballs in white coats they sent to inject us were all outside contractors and not active duty servicemen. And there were no senior officers present. They all must have been too busy having their own Christmas parties or were hungover from too much egg nog! [He rolls his eyes]

By now, we enlisted soldiers were not going anywhere near that nDNA injection shit! We had all seen the nasty coincidences that always started happening right after being jabbed. And since those coughing contractors could not produce written orders or a senior officer to order us to get injected, we told them to inject their shit right up their asses! [He grins.]

I bet you those coughing contractors told the brass back at the Pentagon that they had vaccinated all of us and billed them for it too! Either that or they all dropped dead during the holidays before submitting the paperwork - nobody ever came back to try and vaccinate us again! [He laughs.] 

Do you remember what sort of syringe the contractors had?

What sort of syringe they had? [A perplexed look appears on his face.] I do not know, and I never paid much attention to any of the syringes the military used beyond making sure it was not one of those vaccine guns! My grandfather had warned me that during the Vietnam War, the military used a vaccine gun on all the drafted soldiers. Many veterans ended up getting Hepatitis C because they never bothered to sterilize the gun between vaccine injections. 1 2

Luckily by the time I joined, they had stopped using guns on us when they pumped us full of their vaccine crap! I guess they would have used whatever standard syringe the military uses had they injected any nDNA injection shit into us. [He shrugs.]

What happened to your unit when the national lockdown and the purges began? 

After they announced the national lockdown, we enlisted soldiers got immediately confined to our base. And the base perimeters suddenly started being guarded round the clock by goons dressed up in PPE shit that made them all look like Stormtroopers! 

We had no idea who these stormtrooper goons were. They sure were not enlisted soldiers and or Military Police! They were Fed agents from one of the many federal law enforcement agencies. We even joked that maybe the Republic had turned into the Evil Empire, and they had sent their stormtroopers to guard us! [He laughs.]

Then some members of my unit were suddenly ordered to report to the base medical facility. We got told later they had tested positive for the Russian COVIDsteria scariant and had been taken away for quarantining. 

However, we were suspicious as these guys were in perfectly good health as far as we could tell, and they were all white males from the Deep South or Texas. We never heard from them again. Our superiors later said all of them had died of Russian COVIDsteria. 

Did you believe that?

Hell no! My dad, grandfathers, and some of my great-grandfathers had all served in the military. Those still alive had all given me two warnings when I enlisted. The first warning was never to trust anything the military tells you about anything. The second warning was to never volunteer for anything in the military - especially for any secret mission or so-called scientific or medical experiment! 

I even got told how the military once got five volunteers to stand directly underneath an exploding nuclear bomb! [He rolls his eyes.]

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The fate of Felicia’s suburb was typical for most suburbs elsewhere in the country. It lost residents during all three phases of the COVIDsteria years, but life has largely moved on from those years. I met Felicia at the local coffee shop during her summer break from university. Although it was never clear to me what, if anything, she was studying...

Behind the white picket fences and carefully manicured lawns, neighborhoods always hold secrets. There were desperate housewives, secret affairs, love triangles, personal grudges, little napoleons, vindictive Karens, sex-starved divorcees, and the like. And my neighborhood was never different from the rest! [She smirks.]

How did the COVIDsteria pandemic impact your neighborhood?

The media kept telling us that COVIDsteria was like an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that required a great reset to contain. The media also said there were no treatments until you needed a hospital ventilator.

But all I know is that COVIDsteria ruined my last year of high school. I never fulfilled my dream of being a cheerleader! It also turned my mother into a crazy COVIDsteria zombie Karen! [An angry look appears on her face.] 

What do you mean by that?

I mean, my mother went stark raving mad! [She sighs.]

Before COVIDsteria, my mother was just your usual desperate housewife and one of the neighborhood Karens who could never mind her own business or just live and let live. If she saw someone not following the rules of our neighborhood association, she would try to beat all the other neighborhood Karens to be the first to rat on them! [She rolls her eyes.] 

But seriously, and not long after COVIDsteria broke out, the COVIDsteria media vampires bit my Karen mother and turned her into a COVIDsteria zombie Karen! She would constantly listen to that stupid Fredo Ratto and his Ostrich News Network (ONN) drone on and on about death counts and the like. It was as if my Karen mother had become his bride! And she was possessed by him and his network in particular! [She shakes her head.]

How did this impact your family life?

My COVIDsteria zombie Karen mother, like, started driving us all nuts! [She sighs.]

Anything that the COVIDsteria media vampires or the government told her to believe and do, she did it! Hoard toilet paper, she did it! Wear one face diaper, then two face diapers, and then three face diapers, she did it! Yell at or shame family members, strangers in the store, or on the street for not wearing all the required face diapers properly, she did it! Wear gloves, a face shield, and then an astronaut suit, she did it! Stay home and force her family to stay cooped up with her living in fear of some stupid Chinese Kung Flu, she did it!

Even worst for us, my COVIDsteria zombie Karen mother did not want our Mexican housekeeper and gardener to come around anymore. She believed it when the media said there was rampant COVIDsteria in all the Mexican neighborhoods, and they were all dropping like flies. However, she did not have the common decency to tell both our gardener and housekeeper directly! Instead, she would avoid their calls and SMSs or claim she was having problems with her mobile reception or wi-fi and had not gotten their messages.

And our house got real dirty! But it was not like our mother was ever the kind of housewife that did actual housework! And my brother and I sure as hell were not going to take care of the yard or do any chores around the house! [She shakes her head again and frowns.]

What angered me the most, though, was how my COVIDsteria zombie Karen mother started turning my little brother into a COVIDsteria agoraphobic zombie. He started having panic attacks when he went outside around other people. So he began to withdraw socially and stay in his bedroom more and more, playing video games alone. But to my possessed COVIDsteria zombie Karen mother, this was a sign of her "good" COVID parenting! [She frowns angrily.]

What did your father have to say about all of this?

My dad? He was too busy trying to find every excuse to get out of the house and away from my COVIDsteria zombie Karen mother by not working from home – especially after he hired an attractive secretary who was just a few years older than me! [She rolls her eyes and frowns.] 

Thank god my parents only pretended to be woke in public or would mouth the correct answers when asked. Privately, they never gave a damn about race or gender issues. My dad has always been a workaholic and driven to make money, and my COVIDsteria zombie Karen mother was driven to spend it! [She frowns again] 

On the other hand, kids of woke zombie parents who were also COVIDsteria zombie Karens had it extra bad in my upper-income neighborhood. They could never satisfy their woke COVIDsteria zombie Karen parents! [She shakes her head.]

How did you and other people your age feel about the COVIDsteria anal swabbing mandate issued by the new Administration? 

While biology and science classes were never my thing, I did have a class in health and sex-ed once where all sorts of anal swabbing got covered! [She rolls her eyes.]

I mean, like, why would you be swabbing down there to look for a Chinese Kung Flu virus that caused bad coughs and drove people like my mother insane? The mandate only seemed to make sense to anyone woke or COVIDsteria zombie Karens like my mother! 

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Maria was part of this westward population movement and demographic shift. I met her at her new Westside home under the watchful gaze of one of her many statues of Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgin Mary. As with many Latinos I have met through the years, she automatically assumed (without ever asking) that I spoke and understood Spanish - making my interview somewhat difficult...

I was born in a ciudad en norte de méxico. I was an ama de casa who could stay en casa con mis hijos because mi esposo had a successful pequeñas empresas. We were una gran familia feliz as we were better off than most otras familias mexicanas.  

But then one day, los cárteles de la droga came to our barrio. They demanded dinero de protección from todos las pequeño empresario like mi esposo. And if you did not pay them, they would kidnap and kill you. We could not go to la policía for protección because they all worked for los cárteles de la droga and would also demand dinero from us. And if you did not pay them, they would kidnap and kill you too. We did not know what to do…

So I did what I have always done when confronted by un gran problema. I went to mi iglesia to dar confesión and receive La Santa Comunión. And I prayed to and asked Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgen María… [She makes the sign of the cross.] What mi esposo and I should do…

It was while praying that I received a revelación from Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgen María… [She again makes the sign of the cross.]

“Maria,” Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgen María, had told me. “Just go norte to the Estados Unidos. It will be la tierra de oportunidades para ti and your esposo. And you will all be safer. Be sure to inmigrar legalmente and become full gringos. Then the other gringos can never send you back to Mexico!” [She makes the sign of the cross one more time…]

And that is what we did. It took years, but we were all able to inmigrar legalmente and settle en un barrio de clase trabajadora.

But life for us en los Estados Unidos was not what Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgen María... [She makes another sign of the cross.] Had promised me... [She sighs]

In what ways?

Well señor, mi esposo started a pequeño landscaping empresa contratante while I started a pequeño servicio de limpieza for ricos gringos de Westside. We often had to work 18-days and seven days a week.

Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgen María… [She makes the sign of the cross.] Had forgotten to tell us how complicado it was to open and operate un pequeño negocio in California. Unlike en Mexico where we just had to worry about cárteles de la droga y la policía, there were so many reglas burocráticas, regulaciones, y restricción we needed to follow en California. Otherwise, we would get into problemas serios. [She shakes her head.]

Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgen María… [She again makes the sign of the cross.] Also forgot to warn us about vivir en los barrios of East LA. There were so many pandillas callejeras violentas, drogadictos sin hogar, y enfermos mentales on all las calle. We were not much safer because Los Angeles had become just like Mexico - una mierda. Even on la Westside where todos los ricos gringos blancos lived and who we did trabajo for was also becoming una mierda…

“Una mierda?”

Lo siento señor! It roughly means “shit hole!” There were now many drogadictos sin hogar y enfermos mentales living on todos las Westside calles y en todos sus parques. The only diferencia was how los gringos blancos de Westside never noticed any of it! Their grandes haciendas were like all las grandes haciendas en Mexico. They were surrounded by walls or inside walled and comunidades cerradas with seguridad privada. When los gringos blancos left their grandes haciendas y comunidades cerradas, it was as if they all wore anteojeras… [She sighs.]

“Anteojeras?”

Lo siento señor! “Anteojeras” is something you put on horses to limit what they can see.

Oh, you mean blinders…

Sí señor! It was as if todos los gringos blancos wore blinders to cover most of their eyes from seeing all the filth and suffering all around them.

However, Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Blessed Virgen María… [She makes the sign of the cross.] Had told me that we needed to go to los Estados Unidos and become gringos. And that is what mi familia and I did. But it was not always easy for us to become gringos… [She frowns.]

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I entered what was left of Chicago through the so-called “Checkpoint Whitey” to meet my local escorts into the city. I then interviewed Jamal – whose life has changed dramatically and mostly for the better since the COVIDsteria years…

I was born in South Side, Chicago. It’s what everyone calls the hood! I never knew my daddy. And my momma never talked about him at all. Well, I am not even sure if she knew who my daddy was. But that didn’t matter much. I could always rely on my momma to take good care of me – her baby boy Jamal!

Or at least take care of me as best she could bein’ we was poor black folks livin’ in the hood. Coz you see, life in the hood for black folks was always rough. Especially with all the bird shit’s crazy rules and his pigs that enforced ‘em!

But that didn’t matter. I had my momma lookin’ out for me and keepin’ me out of serious trouble. [He coughs.]

How did the COVIDsteria pandemic impact you and life in your South Side neighborhood?

When I first heard about that COVIDsteria pandemic, I didn’t think much about it. That's coz I lived on the South Side where I didn’t have time to worry about gettin’ no COVIDsteria virus. I was too busy tryin' to avoid gettin’ shot! 

On the South Side, everyone was always shootin’ at each other day and night! And when I wasn’t dodgin’ bullets from the other brothers tryin’ to kill me or each other, then I had to worry about the pigs shootin’ me! Or beatin' the shit out of me! Or purposely kneelin' on my neck until I couldn’t breathe! Or sendin' my ass to jail on some shit-ass drug or petty theft charge! [He coughs again and starts breathing heavily.]

But I started noticin' somethin’ real strange when I went downtown on the “L” to hang out with the brothers. All ‘em white folks, the kind we in the hood refer to as young uppity hip bird shits, were actin’ stranger than usual! 

I mean, bein’ a young black man from the hood, I was used to havin’ all ‘em bird shits stayin' well clear of me like I had Ebola or the Black Death or somethin’! But now ‘em bird shits and especially the young uppity hip bird shits wouldn’t even go near each other! It was as if everyone was a young black man from the hood or had Ebola! I thought that was some pretty weird-ass shit! [He blows his nose.]

So I said to my momma when I got home, “Why is all ’em bird shits and especially the young uppity hip bird shits, actin’ mighty strange? And why they all walkin’ around with their faces covered like they gonna rob a liquor store or somethin’?”

“Jamal, you dumb ass, haven’t you heard?” my momma snapped back at me. “All ‘em honkies are doin’ their social distancin’ coz there’s a virus they call COVIDsteria goin’ round. Although the President keeps callin’ it the ‘China Flu’ or ‘Kung Flu!’ or somethin’ racist! The honky media says this COVIDsteria virus is like an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that’s gonna require a great reset to contain! They also says there are no treatments for it until you need a hospital ventilator!”

I guess I was too busy smokin’ pot, hangin’ out with the brothers, and dodgin’ bullets to have much time to pay attention to the bird shit’s media! So I still didn’t think much of that COVIDsteria virus. 

Then the bird shit’s gubment decided everyone needed to be locked down. It was like we had all done somethin’ really bad-ass and now everyone had to go to jail or be collectively punished! And they even told all the businesses in the bird shit parts of town to shut down! That shocked all of us black folks livin’ in the hood! I mean, they never close businesses in the bird shit areas unless we black folks was havin’ a bigger than usual riot!

But in our hood, there weren’t many businesses to shut down. There were just some fast food places, liquor stores, and abortion clinics. And they all stayed open coz the bird shit’s gubment said those were essential businesses! 

And we always had to take a bus or the “L” over to a bird shit's neighborhood if we wanted to shop at one of those fancy places the young uppity hip bird shits call a supermarket. We also had to do the same if we wanted to eat somethin’ other than fast food. So life in the hood pretty much stayed the same for us poor black folks.

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It was only natural that after COVID Spring, demographics and political power shifted dramatically in many states back to more rural areas. Unshackled from the tyranny of the cities, small-town and rural America is now booming - especially since most manufacturing is now coming home from abroad.

I met Bridget for coffee and homemade spiced pumpkin pie on the front porch of her family farm just outside of her small yet bustling South Dakota town…

My family emigrated from Norway and arrived by covered wagon to my little town on the prairie in the late 1800s. It was here they built a sod house, started farming, and slowly helped to build a tight-knit local community. Through the years and several generations later, we as a community have survived blizzards, locust plagues, hail storms, tornadoes, and farming busts. But our patience and survival skills were soon to be put to the test by a new plague… [She frowns.]

How did the COVIDsteria pandemic impact you and your small South Dakota community?

Oh, you mean that ROsteria scamdemic! That was what we all called it here in our little town on the prairie! [She rolls her eyes.] 

At first, that ROsteria scamdemic did not impact our lives much at all. Our Governor had refused to lock the state down. 

There was a bit of a toilet paper shortage in the early months, but not because everyone in town rushed out to buy it. This shortage was mainly due to only having one big General Store. They were not able to get more toilet paper from their out-of-state suppliers.

The media kept telling us this ROsteria virus was like an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that required a great reset to contain. They also said there were no treatments for ROsteria until you needed a hospital ventilator. But I don’t know. To me, that ROsteria sounded like another bad but treatable flu from China that only the elderly or those in poor health needed to watch out for. 

Besides, our little town on the prairie was already battling a much bigger plague than the ROsteria so-called “pandemic.” Our plague came in the form of a growing number of insatiable Yupholes who were causing us constant headaches. We had been trying to deal with this Yuphole infestation or the Yuphole problem as we called it for some time now. But thanks to that ROsteria so-called “pandemic," the Yupholes in our town started multiplying like rabbits.

And you could not just go out and shoot every Yuphole like we shoot rabbits or wolves. Although I have to admit, the thought of shooting them did cross all of our minds from time to time as our frustrations with them mounted. 

But soon, it was getting to the point where we could no longer live in a town infested with so many…

I am sorry to interrupt you... The Yupholes are what, some type of voracious local Prairie Dog or locust? 

[She rolls her eyes.] The Yupholes are not a type of Prairie Dog or locust! [She laughs.] After all, you can shoot Prairie Dogs - so long as the government does not catch you doing it! [She laughs again.]

The Yupholes are what we call the big city Yuppies or Yups! They would move here to our little town on the prairie to escape their expensive big city hellholes! Usually, the Yupholes from Minneapolis were the worst – not that the ones who came down from Fargo or up from Omaha were any better! As far as we were concerned, all Yupholes were a pain-in-the-ass no matter what big city hellhole they moved here from!

As soon as any Yupholes move to our little town on the prairie or the surrounding rural area, they would immediately go to our town council meetings. Then they would start in with their never-ending insatiable demands for changes to make our little peaceful corner of the prairie just like wherever expensive big city hellhole they had just escaped from! [She rolls her eyes.]

First, they came to our town council meetings demanding we spend our tax money on fancy, or as the Yupholes might say, “proper” city sidewalks. The worst Yupholes were always those who moved to our town to open up fancy antique shops or Yuphole coffee shops with overpriced coffees with fancy names served in tiny cups. They were always the most vocal with their demands to have “proper” city sidewalks on our little Main Street.  

However, there are good reasons our roads do not have “proper” city sidewalks. They are expensive to build and maintain as all the cement must get trucked in from out-of-state. These so-called “proper” sidewalks would also make our roads more difficult to plow in winter when blizzards dump 10 feet of snow at once. Then there would be an even bigger mess during the spring thaw when all that snow melts. You see, “proper” city sidewalks would need extensive storm drains to handle all the snowmelt. 

But try to explain all of that so-called “small town” logic to big city know-it-all Yupholes with graduate degrees in art history! [She shakes her head.]

Then after we repeatedly said no to the Yupholes about spending our tax money on “proper” city sidewalks, they would come back to our town council meetings and demand that we pay for bike lanes and bike trails. It is not like there is a lot of traffic in our little town on the prairie. Besides, we only have a couple of months of summer weather for bike riding anyway. And who the hell, other than a Yuphole, will ride a bike in 50 below zero cold? Or when 10 feet of snow is on the ground? [She throws her hands up in the air.]

After we said no to the Yupholes about putting in “proper” city sidewalks, bike lanes, and bike trails, they demanded our town switch to clean green energy by putting up giant windmills. They said we needed to do our part to save the planet from global warming or climate change or whatever they call it now. Do you know how cold it gets in this part of South Dakota during the winter? Most of us would not mind some global warming to help lower our heating bills! [She rolls her eyes.]

But the worst things about those giant windmills are how they kill all the migrating birds that use the prairie as their flyway and how ugly they are. Not only that and contrary to popular myth, but it is also not always windy up here on the prairie. What happens when there is no wind in the middle of winter or during a blizzard? And what happens if a big tornado hits a giant windmill? [She rolls her eyes again and frowns.]

After we said no to the Yupholes about putting in “proper” city sidewalks, bike lanes and bike trails, and windmills, they said we needed to put in electric car charging stations. They also said it would make our town more attractive for Yupholes to visit from or commute from to Minneapolis. But the last thing in the world that any of us local townsfolk wanted was more damn Yupholes in our little town on the prairie, either as visitors or as permanent residents here! [She frowns.]

After we said no to the Yupholes about putting in “proper” city sidewalks, bike lanes and bike trails, windmills, and electric car charging stations, the Yupholes wanted to put in mass transit and have streetcars or trams running up and down our little Main Street. We are a small prairie town of 5,000 people with a five-block-long Main Street. Why on earth do we need a mass transit system and have streetcars or trams running up and down our little Main Street? [She makes a facepalm.]

And every time we said no to the Yupholes, they would act like we were a bunch of small-minded small-town folks. We could not think big like they did because they all had fancy art history degrees. We, the local townsfolk, were just high school or trade school graduates – if even that...

But it only got worst with the ROsteria scamdemic. More and more damn Yupholes started moving to our little town on the prairie from places like Minneapolis. They could now work from home and escape all the big city crime and lockdowns. 1

We could always spot a Yuphole in our town during the scamdemic. They would strut six feet apart from everyone else or bike down the middle of Main Street to avoid contact with other people. They would also all be wearing gloves, face shields, and one face diaper, then two face diapers, and then three face diapers as they kept adding masks to those crazy national face diaper mandates. When the final lockdowns came for the Russian ROsteria scariant, they were all dressed up as astronauts in full PPE!

Meanwhile, we locals never bothered to wear face diapers, lock ourselves down, and do any of that social distancing nonsense. After all, we had lots of fresh air and just miles and miles of corn or cows for as far as the eye could see surrounding our little town on the prairie.

But the Yupholes got all upset with us. They said we were not taking the ROsteria scamdemic seriously. They also behaved like we all had Ebola or the Black Death or something! 

I will give you just one example of some Yuphole nonsense: I would go into our General Store to buy a spiced pumpkin pie. If I did not stand at least six feet away from a Yuphole, they would take out a tape measure, extend it six feet, and start screaming at me that I was trying to them! The Yuphole would then file a police report on me claiming I had purposely tried to kill them by standing too close!

Luckily, our little town on the prairie has a volunteer police force. They had an unwritten rule to never seriously investigate any complaint about a local coming from any Yuphole. Besides, any Yuphole's complaint about a local was always utterly ridiculous – like when they complained about the smell of manure or all the dust from harvesting corn. [She shakes her head again.]  

But then that stupid Ostrich News Network (ONN) talking head Fredo Ratto, of all people, came to our little town on the prairie. He came to do a primetime news story about a “divided small town on the prairie.” 

Stupid Fredo claimed most of us locals were “refusing to take COVIDsteria seriously" because we only listened to Talk Radio, Coyote News, and QAnon telling us "it was all a hoax!” I do not even know what that QAnon stuff is all about, but that was what that stupid Fredo claimed! Or maybe that was what our local Yupholes told him! 

We all felt like punching him in the face along with every Yuphole he talked to while our local cattlemen wanted to give them all a good swabbing if you know what I mean! [She rolls her eyes.] 

What bugged us the most, though, was what happened as soon as they turned off the news cameras. That stupid Fredo would immediately take off his mask and start coughing all over the place without covering his mouth! Then we later heard he probably had ROsteria when he visited our little town on the prairie! And not only that, he was refusing to properly quarantine himself or even wear a face mask when not on TV! 

So I guess it was a good thing he only talked to and interviewed our Yupholes in their antique and fancy coffee shops on Main Street! [She smiles.]

How did you feel about the COVIDsteria anal swabbing mandate issued by the new Administration?

As a late-middle-aged woman, the anal swabbing mandate bothered me only in the sense that the government was mandating something intrusive to do all sorts of things that we, as a free people, had taken for granted. At my age, whenever I go to the doctor, I expect to be poked, prodded, and manhandled the same way our local cattlemen treat their cows in the stockades before they are castrated or taken to the slaughterhouse.

It was not like I go into many government buildings or airports. I am afraid to fly, and the nearest airport is a couple of hours away. So we just drive long distances whenever we need to go somewhere out here on the prairie.  

I think the real turning point, though, was when that Chinese woman got dragged off her Lagoon Airlines flight like Rosa Parks for refusing to give up her seat to be swabbed or to give her seat to someone who had bent over for the government. I know it was their Kung Flu and all, but that Chinese woman still did not deserve to be treated like that. If the government can drag a Chinese woman off a plane for an anal swabbing or force her to give up her seat to someone who was, they could drag me out of my house to be swabbed or give my home to someone who was! [She sighs.]

I just know that after that incident, all the younger hotheaded cattlemen and farm boys in our little town on the prairie started to hate those anal swabbing mandates with a passion. They also wanted to give all the Yupholes in town a good swabbing, if you know what I mean... [She smiles.]

I also ended up spending $29.95 to buy Swabholes: How the Left is Swabbing America!. The book opened my eyes to what the left was doing to this country and people living in small towns like me in particular!

What happened in your community when the nDNA vaccine program started – especially when the new Administration took over? And did you or many residents of your community take the vaccine?

Out here in our little town on the prairie, we have a simple saying or belief, "Pioneers always get rewarded with arrows in their back." Being a lab rat for a galactic speed nDNA injection was the same as being one of the first pioneers on the prairie. There was a good chance you would end up with arrows in your back.

We also have another saying on the prairie, “What difference does it make?” You can do everything right and still have a hail storm or a tornado destroy your crop of corn or kill your herd of cattle. You can also do everything wrong and not have a hail storm or a tornado destroy your crop of corn or kill your herd of cattle.

Some of the oldest residents here had survived the Spanish Flu epidemic. When asked if they wanted to take that galactic speed nDNA injection, they all said, “What difference does it make? If my time has come, my time has come. I am not going to argue with the lord almighty." [She shrugs.]

So almost none of us locals, including me, ever got our injections. Besides, we had all stopped worrying about the ROsteria scamdemic long before that galactic speed nDNA injection ever became available. 

The other reason we did not get our injections was that stupid Fredo Ratto was always saying how there was “absolutely nothing to worry about” and everyone just needed to “trust science!” Given how he came to our little town on the prairie and just smeared us as a bunch of QAnon wackos, we locals did not believe a word he or anyone in the media said about the vaccine!

At one point, that stupid Fredo even did an utterly ridiculous story where he claimed those of us who were not getting injected believed the vaccine would implant trackable microchips in us. He even claimed we believed the nDNA injection would program us into downloading and playing Hungry Crickets all day long, turn us into 5G transmitters, or make us magnetic! [She rolls her eyes.]

Then he and the rest of the media would repeat over and over that people like me were not getting injected because I wanted to kill the country's grandmas along with all marginalized people. But let me be clear, our little town on the prairie is not full of racist hayseed hicks!  

However, we all resented how the new Administration, or rather Team Sciencey, as we called them, was prioritizing the injection of so-called marginalized people first. If the injection was as lifesaving as everyone claimed, why not first inject the elderly or the unhealthy? They were the most at risk of getting seriously ill or dying of ROsteria. 

Team Sciencey’s injection policies just made no sense to us so-called small-minded small-town folks. They were just like how all the stupid Yuphole ideas for “proper” city sidewalks, bike lanes and bike trails, windmills, electric car charging stations, and mass transit never made much sense to us either. [She frowns.]

What did you think about the $600 payments to get vaccinated?

To be honest, we small-town folks found those payments to get injected to be particularly distasteful. You do not pay people to go to church. You go to church for the salvation of your soul and to seek forgiveness from the lord. If the injection was a lifesaving necessity, why do you need to pay people to get it? And why only $600 to certain marginalized groups?  

We were also bothered by the fact that all of our local Yupholes were not members of marginalized communities, nor were they particularly elderly or known to be unhealthy. Yet they all somehow managed to get injected first! Maybe that was because our state was more efficient than other states when injecting people who wanted to get injected. But we were all suspicious our local Yupholes had found a way to jump the injection queues.

But the bigger problem for our little town on the prairie was how our Yupholes behaved after their injections. Every single one of them turned into Yuphole-Vaxholes! [She rolls her eyes again and shakes her head.]

What do you mean by that?

These Yuphole-Vaxholes would not let any non-injected person into their fancy antique or coffee shops on our Main Street – not that we locals ever went into those fancy Yuphole places as it was. It was just the idea of discriminating against non-injected people that bothered us. We felt that was no different than making black people like Rosa Parks sit at the back of the bus. Or, for that matter, throwing Chinese women off of airplanes for refusing to be swabbed.  

And if you bumped into, I am sorry, if you came within distance of having a conversation with a Yuphole-Vaxhole, the first thing they demanded to know was your injection status! And if you told them you had not gotten injected, they acted like you had Ebola or the Black Death.

Then they would try to virtue signal their moral superiority by screaming how they were not racists who wanted all the country's grandmas and marginalized people to die of ROsteria! [She sighs and shakes her head.]  

What happened in your community when the Great Die-Off and then the purges started?

We started noticing and hearing about strange things happening to our local vaccinated Yuphole-Vaxholes. We heard many of them were getting easily sick and often with colds and the flu. They were having a hard time getting rid of these illnesses and were coughing or sometimes gasping for air. And then some of them started dying from these illnesses, or they were dropped dead of apparent heart attacks.

What was particularly odd was how many of our Yuphole-Vaxholes started to constantly complain about having problems with their mobile reception, wi-fi, or GPSs. But the rest of us were not having any difficulties. And even if we were, it would not matter much to us.

In little towns on the prairie like ours, word travels surprisingly fast via word-of-mouth. Sure, we use smartphones, messaging apps, and social media, just like the big city Yuphole-Vaxholes use. But we small-town folks still prefer to talk to one another face-to-face. We prefer face-to-face conversations as we can be frank with each other and not worry about our words suddenly getting used against us five years down the road.

By now, we were also hearing and seeing all sorts of strange things. We would discuss what we were hearing and seeing after church, while socialized at the Cattlemen’s Club, when we bumped into each other at our General Store, and at our community meetings. Those places are where we small-town folks get most of our news and information about our community and the world around us.

When we would meet face-to-face, some people started sharing pictures, videos, and memes of growing stacks of bodies, empty New York nursing home beds, and dead homeless people who were half-eaten by rats on the streets. We could not be sure if the pictures and videos were old ones from the original COVIDsteria pandemic or if they were new and that people were dying because of the injections.

So when Team Sciencey in Washington DC suddenly announced a nationwide lockdown on Christmas Day for the Russian ROsteria scariant, we were very suspicious and refused to do any quarantining. Of course, all of our local Yuphole-Vaxholes started quarantining themselves as soon as the executive order went out.

But our quarantining Yuphole-Vaxholes soon faced a big problem. Our local General Store refused to do online, phone, or app ordering or do deliveries. They also only accepted cash because I doubt they were reporting everything they earned to the government. This and the fact that the rest of us were refusing to quarantine ourselves enraged our Yuphole-Vaxholes. 

Eventually, our Yuphole-Vaxholes would be forced to leave their homes for supplies wearing not just their usual three face diapers, gloves, and face shields, but dressed up as astronauts! They even dressed up like astronauts to get the mail from their mailboxes in front of their houses! [She rolls her eyes.]

Now I do not want to sound like a conspiracy theorist and all. But to tell you the truth, we local townsfolk started growing ever more concerned about what the government was doing with their so-called quarantines for the Russian ROsteria scariant. We heard that many vocal critics of the government, and especially anti-swabbers, were all suddenly coming down with that Russian ROsteria scariant. And they were disappearing into so-called “quarantine camps.” 

Social media and media people that stupid Fredo Ratto claimed these quarantine camps were "just like summer camps or resorts." But I don’t know. A quarantine camp sure does not sound like a summer camp or resort to me. And it seemed like nobody ever survived or got out alive from those so-called quarantine camps.  

The media and the government also claimed that Federal agents had attempted to arrest the former President, our new President Emeritus, or whatever he likes to call himself now, along with his entire family at their compound in Florida. However, they had somehow escaped to Russia and were now traitors colluding with the Russians to take over the country again. Now I was not born yesterday, but none of that Russia conspiracy stuff ever seemed to add up to anything real for me.

What concerned all of us the most, though, was if the local Yuphole-Vaxholes might now be secretly plotting online or through social media with the government to put the rest of us into the so-called quarantine camps. We local townsfolk all knew that our local Yuphole-Vaxhole population had a private social media group. It was where they gossiped and complained about us local townsfolk and plotted all their weird big city demands at our town council meetings. We local townsfolk were never allowed to join this private social media group, but we knew it existed. 

We also knew that social media and messaging apps were the primary methods of communication for the Yuphole-Vaxholes. That was where they all got or shared their news when they were not listening or watching particular radio, cable, or broadcast news networks.

But after the nationwide lockdown got announced, my social media feeds only had goofy cat memes and advertisements for spiced pumpkin pies or recipes. If I tried to post anything asking what was going on, it was not allowed! It also seemed like I could not message anyone else unless I wanted to talk about spiced pumpkin pie recipes in the message. But none of this mattered much as we local townsfolk were still having our face-to-face conversations because we were not quarantining at home.

Finally, we started seeing more and more unmarked black helicopters crisscrossing the prairie skies in the distance. Everyone in town said they had either saw a black helicopter or knew someone who had seen one. We were all concerned about what might happen if they were to land in our little town on the prairie. We had no idea what they, together with our local Yuphole-Vaxhole population, might do to the rest of us. [She shudders.] 

What happened in your community during COVID Spring?

By the time COVID Spring had started, there were already so many wild rumors circulating our little town on the prairie. Everyone by now had heard through word-of-mouth but sometimes through SMSs, messaging apps, and coded social media messages or memes, that something big was happening all over the country. The media, social media, and the government insisted on using words or labels like “insurrection,” “rebellion,” “revolt,” “uprising,” and finally “siege” to frame this pushback. They claimed it was being led or done by “homophobic racists” who wanted to "kill all the country's grandmas and marginalized peoples.”

However, we were hearing that ordinary Americans were finally stepping up and saying no to idiotic lockdowns, the wearing of three face diapers, being anal swabbed by their government, and so much more by taking direct action on their own. They were no longer waiting for a political messiah to magically appear and lead them into battle to regain all of our lost freedoms. They were also pushing back against any local Yuphole-Vaxhole know-it-all-holes and all of their nonsense by taking direct action in their local communities.

So sometime before the final Capitol Siege began, our town council called an urgent meeting of all residents of our town who were not Yuphole-Vaxholes. They wanted to discuss our Yuphole problem or the Yuphole question and what sort of direct action we could take against our local Yuphole-Vaxholes population. 

At our meeting, our community quickly and collectively decided that what our little town on the prairie needed was to have a great reset. It included having a final solution for our Yuphole problem or the Yuphole question. [She smiles.]

"A final solution for our Yuphole problem or the Yuphole question?”

Yesss… [She sighs.] I know talking about final solutions sounds a little Nazi-like. But you got to understand that years of frustration with the Yupholes, now turned Yuphole-Vaxholes, had all of us in our little town on the prairie at the breaking point!

So the local cattlemen volunteered to go out immediately and do a Yuphole-Vaxhole round-up. They rounded up and herded all the surviving local Yuphole-Vaxholes into our town’s main corrals and stockades until we, as a community, could decide together what our final solution would be. The rest of us then went to our local community center, where we debated, hashed out, and voted as a community on a final solution for our Yuphole problem or the Yuphole question.

And what was the hmmm… final solution that your community agreed on?

[She sighs.] We, as a community, decided to have our first ever Yuphole-Vaxhole hunt as that was how we used to control the local rabbit population when they would breed out of control because rabbits breed like, well, rabbits. We would all get together as a community, bang on pots and pans, and corral or herd all the rabbits in a farmer’s field into a big pen. Then we would either shoot them or beat them to death with baseball bats. Then we as a community would have a big potluck dinner, eat the rabbits, and play baseball. [She smiles.]

Oh hmmm... I see… Did your community implement a similar “final solution” to deal with your hmmm… Yuphole-Vaxholes? 

Nooooooooo!!! [She emphatically shakes her head “no” and then sighs.]

I do have to admit that at first, we were all excited about having our first ever Yuphole-Vaxhole hunt! I even baked a whole batch of my favorite special spiced pumpkin pies that everyone around here loves!

We all went down as a community with our guns, our baseball bats, and our home cooking to the corrals and stockades, where the local cattlemen had herded and were guarding all of our town's surviving local Yuphole-Vaxholes.

But when we got there, we saw all those poor stupid Yuphole-Vaxholes wearing their three face diapers, gloves, and face shields. And doing their social distancing with their little tape measures; waiting for someone to tell them what to do or think; and coughing or gasping for air like crazy as they all seemed to be pretty sick with colds or the flu, we started to feel sorry for them. I mean, they were all just a bunch of dumb mindless big city Yuphole-Vaxholes with fancy art history degrees who did not know any better! They were never gotten taught to think critically or for themselves or to contemplate that other people might think differently than they do!

They were just like the dumb cattle the cattlemen usually rounded up and herded into those corrals and stockades, but at least cattle are good for something. Yuphole-Vaxholes are not good for much of anything that I can think of off the top of my head... [She scratches her head and pauses for a second.]

Those poor Yuphole-Vaxholes just kept staring at us through their face shields. While we could not see the look on their faces because they were all wearing three face diapers, we knew they were all scared to death of us prairie townsfolk. They were also scared because it looked like the local cattlemen had been a little rough during the round-up. All the Yuphole-Vaxhole guys were now walking around like penguins! 

And unlike the completely mindless cattle that the cattlemen usually put in those corrals before castrating them or taking them to the slaughterhouse, the Yuphole-Vaxholes did have some inkling of what we might do to them. They knew we all had guns, and we also hated their guts for all the trouble they had caused us.  

Come to think of it - I know the real reason why the Yupholes hated us non-Yupholes who had and liked having guns. They knew we were not afraid to use them to protect ourselves and defend our country or our way of life. And that scared the hell out of all of them! [She sighs.]

We small townsfolk might not have fancy college degrees like the big city Yuphole-Vaxholes. And we might not be able to think as “big” as they do. But we do have kind hearts and the ability to forgive and move on. 

We decided as a community to cancel our first-ever Yuphole-Vaxhole shoot. Instead, we went back to the community center, hashed out, and voted on a new final solution for our Yuphole problem or the Yuphole question. 

The final solution we decided on was to have a great reset. We gave all the local Yuphole-Vaxholes exactly 24-hours to get their electric vehicles fully charged up, to pack up their fancy coffee machines and factory-made furniture, and to go back to whatever big city hellhole they came from.

And that was what our Yuphole-Vaxholes did. They could not wait to get the hell out of our little town on the prairie back to their hellhole cities and never come back to bother us again! [She smiles but pauses in thought.]

You know, and I hate to admit this because it is embarrassing, and it might get the other townsfolk talking behind my back. There is only one thing I miss having after we drove all of the Yupholes out of our little town on the prairie...

What could that possibly be?

[She hesitates and lowers her voice.] Pumpkin spice lattes… [A big smile appears on her face.]

One of the fancy Yuphole coffee places that used to be on our Main Street would make them for the other Yupholes to drink. Yupholes do not drink drip coffee out of giant mugs or thermostats like us small-town folks do. They usually only drink fancy espressos and lattés that require fancy little cups with saucers, or they use Styrofoam cups.

Those pumpkin spice lattes were delicious, but they cost $7! It was a little ridiculous in a small prairie town like ours! I could go to the local Cattlemen’s Club and get half a steak or a couple of pints of beer for the same price! [She frowns and shakes her head.]

Luckily, I do not need the Yupholes’ fancy coffee shop anymore. I found a great recipe video on the Internet showing me how to make pumpkin spice lattes at home. And it sure does not cost me $7 to make one myself! [She smiles.]

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I met with Jason, a surviving African American "patient" who had been an anti-swabbing activist. He had also campaigned against the anal swabbing policies of and the curriculum pushed by his local school board and the Teachers' Union - drawing their ere. 

As with many survivors of Nazi concentration camps or Soviet Gulags, I expected Jason to be thoroughly traumatized by the horrors he may have gone through in the camps. However, he assured me that his faith in Jesus Christ allowed him to survive and forgive his tormentors. 

Jason and his family have since left Northern Virginia to live permanently in Florida where his children attend local charter or private schools...

How did you end up as a “patient” in a so-called quarantine camp for the Russian COVIDsteria variant?

I woke up early one morning to a couple of coughing white guys standing by my bed wearing astronaut suits!

At first, I thought it was a weird dream, or maybe I was about to be abducted by aliens! But then, one of these white guys flashed a badge at me and said he was from the Federal Investigation Bureau (FIB). He told me between coughs and heavy breathing, “Tom, you need to come with us to be quarantined for the Russian COVIDsteria variant!”

“But I am not Tom!” I said. “You got the wrong guy!”

“Oh, you are a Tom all right!” another FIB goon replied. Then they all started laughing and coughing.

“Do you have a warrant to enter my house and bedroom like this without even knocking?” I asked.

“A warrant?” a laughing and coughing FIB goon replied. “Yea, sure… We have one of those ‘no-knock’ warrants from a court…” 1

“Can I see this ‘no-knock’ warrant from a court?” I asked.

“Nope!” was his reply.

“Then you are violating my Fourth Amendment rights and the Bill of Rights!”

“Your Fourth Amendment rights and the Bill of Rights?” came a sarcastic reply from another laughing and coughing FIB goon. “I do not think you are just a Tom. I think you are also a Rip Van Winkle and have been asleep for a good 20 years now!” 

Then all the FB goons started laughing and coughing their heads off. They led me away in handcuffs and put me into the back of a black unmarked vehicle. [He frowns.] 

What about your family? 

Before Christmas, we had all gone down to the home of my in-laws in Florida. The plan was for them to stay down there because Florida private and charter schools were open to in-person learning where my in-laws lived. Then I would come back home to Virginia as I needed to work.

Parents always make sacrifices for their kids. My kids were struggling because there was no in-person teaching being allowed in my Virginia county. Also, my anti-swabbing and other activism against the school board and the Teachers’ Union had rubbed all the unionized teachers the wrong way. They were taking it out on my kids by giving them bad grades! I had no choice but to have my family move to Florida to live with my in-laws for a while. Down there, my kids could at least get in-person education at affordable private or charter schools.

But when the national lockdown for the Russian COVIDsteria scariant got announced on Christmas Day, I quickly flew back home to Virginia. My job was considered essential - so I could continue working. Since I am African-American, I got exempted from being anal swabbed to board a plane.

How did you feel about the new Administration’s COVIDsteria anal swabbing mandate?  

What bothered me the most about that stupid anal swabbing mandate was how my wife had no exemption because she is a white woman! How does COVIDsteria, a kind of Chinese Kung Flu, know my race and the race of my wife?

We had to drive down to Florida instead of flying because I did not want some dude named Guido, a Touching Sensitive Areas or TSA agent, bending my wife over to swab her for COVIDsteria! And those swabs were not small either! They were 3 to 4 inch long sickle-shaped swabs that made you walk like a penguin afterward! What if Guido, the Touching Sensitive Areas agent, was in a bad mood for not getting any love from wifey or his girl or boyfriend? Just imagine being swabbed by him and then having to sit several hours on a plane for a cross-country flight! [He shakes his head and frowns angrily.]

After that gorgeous Filipino woman got dragged off the plane and treated like Rosa Parks, I was so angry about the anal swabbing mandate that I spent $29.95 to buy Swabholes: How the Left is Swabbing America!. The book opened my eyes to what the left was doing to this country and African American men like me in particular! I was also inspired to become an anti-swabbing activist in my community. I even spent $39.99 a month to join my local chapter of Americans Against Anal Swabbing.

As an African American, were you offended when white people dubbed the woman who got dragged off the plane, “The Rosa Parks of swabbing?”

Why would I be offended? That gorgeous Filipino woman got treated the same way Rosa Parks got treated! And I do not need white people or their media to tell me what I should and should not be offended by as an African American man! [He frowns angrily.]

The final straw for me was when the damn Teachers' Unions demanded daily anal swabbing of my kids before they would go back to the classrooms to teach!

As if the anal swabbing was not bad enough, my local public school board decided that our schools needed to teach my kids to hate their white halves, their white mother, and all their white relatives! [An angrier look appears on his face.]

What do you mean?

[He sighs.] It is the 21st century, and my school district decided to segregate children according to race by labeling some as oppressors and others as oppressed! But what about my kids who are mixed race? Are they oppressors, or are they oppressed? Hell, even I am mixed race! Like most African Americans, I have some white and Native American ancestry deep in my family tree.

I send my kids to school to learn English, math, and science. I want them prepared for college, trade school, or to get a job. I do not send my kids to school to learn to hate half themselves and half their families! And whatever happened to Martin Luther King's idea of judging people not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character?

That was why I started dating my wife and why I married her! I judged her not by the color of her white skin or her character as a white woman. I judged her by the content of her character and as a human being!

When I go out with my wife and kids as an interracial family, do you know who gives us the most crap? Sure as hell not racist white men! It is always black women! [He frowns angrily.] 

They give us, and especially my wife, “the look!” And that look is an icy stare of a dirty look as if I was their boyfriend or husband, and my white wife came along and stole me right out from under them! [He shakes his head.]

You see, the problem with black women is that so many of them suffer from what I call black woman fragility syndrome. They think all black men are secretly obsessed with dating or sleeping with white women! When they see any non-black woman with a black man like me, they also think that woman is stealing one of her men!

But I have news for black women who suffer from black woman fragility syndrome! [He starts waving his finger angrily at me.]

You are not the masters of black men! We black men are free men who will date and marry whoever the hell we want! [He frowns angrily.]

Do you know the only thing worst than a black woman suffering from a bad case of black woman fragility syndrome?

What?

[He starts waving his finger angrily at me again.] A woke white woman who dates black men just to virtue signal her moral superiority to all her woke white friends and the rest of society that she is not a racist! [He frowns angrily.]

Boy, did I meet and date my share of those types of white women during my university days! A woke white woman's relationship with a black man is never about affection or mutual respect! 

With a black man on their arm, a woke white woman will prance around acting as if she knows more about being black than the average black person does because she is now “down with the struggle!” It is always about what an interracial coupling says about her as a woke white woman rather than mutual respect or affection!

Woke white women are also the worst passive-aggressive narcissists you will ever meet! They have no respect for black men because they always want to limit and control our thoughts to keep us weak and dependent on them! They treat us the same way white overseers treated my slave ancestors!

Thankfully, my wife is not like that and not a woke white woman! Then again, we did not meet at university. She is just a high school graduate and had gone to a trade school! [He smiles.]

Were you get involved in activism to reopen the schools without mandatory daily anal swabbing and oppose what they were teaching your children on race?

Let me tell you something! [He waves his finger angrily at me.] Until my kids got forced to stay at home and look at their fat white unionized teachers on screens all day, I had no idea what the hell they were getting taught in school! I was always too busy working! It was my wife who alerted me to all the crazy race shit along with gender propaganda. She would listen in on what the teachers were teaching my kids and tell me all about it.

And as if all of this race shit was not bad enough, the school board decided that if in-person learning resumed, they were going to allow boys in my daughters' locker room, of all things! [He shakes his head angrily.]

I finally had enough of all this crazy public school shit! I helped organize a parents' group to oppose all of the crazy crap and get the schools reopened without our kids getting anal swabbed at the start of every damn school day! And since the existing school board had gotten taken over by woke white people, we also planned to support candidates to challenge them in the coming school board election. 

After I started my anti-swabbing, anti-racist, anti-gender propaganda activism, my kids' grades suffered even more. Those damn unionized teachers took out their grudges against me and my activism on my kids! [He frowns angrily.]

At the last big school board meeting of the school year, I gave a speech to all the woke white board members, woke white teachers, and woke white parents. 2 When I got done telling them where they should shove their anal swabbing, their school closures, and all their crazy racist or gender propaganda theories, I gave them all a piece of my mind by telling them: 3 4 5

“Why are woke white people like you committed to keeping black people like me weak and dependent on you! It is almost as if you want to put us all back in chains! Even worst, you have elected yourselves without our permission to be the stewards of race, black culture, and black political opinions!

And why do woke white people like you always think black people like me are all oppressed? How do I have two degrees if I am?

Do you know what my biggest problem or obstacle has always been during my studies and subsequent career? It has always been with woke white people! 

Instead of just being another token black person, I got good at what I do! That was when I started having all sorts of problems with woke white people wanting to control the pace and level of my success!  

I do not have these sorts of problems with non-woke white people! They value my skills and try to monetize my abilities. They do not try to tear me down, compete with me, or view me as a personal or career threat!

And why is it that the competence, independence, and success of black people like me always bothers you woke white people? It is always a kick in the nuts for you that I do not need you as my crutch! That is because you, woke white people, are not my savior! I only have one other white savior in my life besides my wife. That savior is the Lord Jesus Christ!”

Well, I think the last part of my speech was a real kick in the nuts to all the woke white people in the room. The moment I evoked the name of our savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, they promptly cut off my microphone and had security drag me out of the room! [He frowns angrily.]

What was the reaction of the crowd?

While I was getting dragged away, all the woke white people stood up, started clapping or cheering, and one even screamed, "Get that Uncle Tom out of here!" [He shakes his head angrily.]

There is no doubt in my mind that after my speech, I got put on a Fed list of naughty people! That was how I ended up waking up with a couple of coughing white FIB goons standing over me in my bedroom one morning... [He frowns angrily.]

What happened when they took you to the quarantine camp? 

You would think the first thing that would have happened when I arrived at their so-called quarantine camp as a “patient” would be for some doctors to examine me. After all, it is a quarantine camp, and I am a “patient” with the so-called Russian COVIDsteria scariant, right?

Well, that is not what happened. I was taken to a small room and interrogated by the FIB! [He shakes his head.]

The first question a coughing FIB goon asked me was, "Ok Tom, are you now, or have you ever been, a member of a white supremacist group?"

“Since when do white supremacist groups allow black people like me to join?” I replied incredulously.

“What difference does it make, Tom?” the FIB goon responded. “Answer the question. Yes or no?” [He rolls his eyes.]

Then they started asking me all sorts of questions about QAnon and whether I believed in that crap! I told them that my only savior is the Lord Jesus Christ! And that sure did not go over too well with any of them! [He shacks his head again.]

After that, one of the coughing FIB goons said to me, “Like a real Tom, I bet you voted for the former President, right?!!” I was not exactly a fan of the former President or rather our new President Emeritus, or whatever he likes to call himself now. But I do have to admit - I was listening to what he had to say as he was at least making an effort to listen and talk directly to black people like me.

And are black people not allowed to have diverse political opinions or intellectual thoughts independent of woke white people? And why is some coughing white FIB goon asking who I had voted for in the last election? [He frowns angrily.] 

Next, another FIB goon wanted to know how much I hated China, the Chinese, and the Chinese Communist Party. I do not hate the Chinese people. But their Communist Party treats some of China’s minorities worst than black people under Jim Crow or slavery!

Finally, a coughing FIB goon asked me a whole bunch of questions about Russia, did I know any Russians, and have I ever been to Russia or a country near Russia. They also kept asking if any Russians were either members of or had donated money to the parents’ group I helped form to fight the local school board and Teachers’ Unions. [He rolls his eyes again.]

The funny thing was that the FIB never asked me if I got injected with that nDNA crap. I bet you they just assumed I had gotten injected to get the lousy $600 bribe they were giving to so-called marginalized people! [He frowns angrily.]

You did not get vaccinated?

Nope!

But the government was paying $600 to African Americans and other so-called marginalized people to encourage them to get vaccinated…

And I found that whole business of bribing so-called marginalized people $600 to get injected with an experimental nDNA injection to be rather distasteful! You do not bribe people to go to church! You go to church to have your soul saved by the Lord Jesus Christ!

To me, it was the government assuming that all you needed to get black or other so-called marginalized people to do whatever woke white people wanted us to do was to bribe us! It was as if they think we have no pride!

And what about my wife getting injected? Was her life as a white woman not even worth a lousy $600 to the government? Just like black people once had to ride at the back of the bus, the government put my wife at the back of the injection bus just for being white!

Then there was what happened down in Alabama with the Tuskegee syphilis experiments. Do you know the government did those experiments on poor black people for something like 40 years before someone finally blew the whistle because they thought it was wrong? I had a nagging suspicion the government was doing one giant Tuskegee experiment on the whole country with that nDNA injection crap!

What also bothered me was how so many young woke white people managed to jump the injection queues supposedly reserved for essential workers, the elderly, or marginalized people to get injected first! Go on social media, and it was nothing but posts from young wokesters who had little to fear from COVIDsteria bragging about how they had all gotten injected to avoid killing grandma or marginalized people! Then they went around and shamed everyone who was not injected! I mean, give me a break! [He frowns angrily.]

What was life like in the quarantine camp?

It was sure as hell no “summer camp or resort” where you had “absolutely nothing to worry about” like that liar Fredo Ratto on the Ostrich News Network (ONN) would always claim on TV! 6 I was praying several times a day to the Lord Jesus Christ to allow me to survive long enough to see my family again! [He shakes his head angrily.]

Our quarantine camp facilities were unused warehouses or aircraft hangers surrounded by barbed wire and quickly erected watchtowers at an old airport or base somewhere near the Capital. It was the dead of winter, and they gave us foil to sleep under at night while any kids had to sleep in what amounted to cages!

They never gave us toilet paper. Instead, the laughing and coughing FIB goons dumped bibles and books about the US Constitution and the like. They told us to use that as our toilet paper! [He shakes his head angrily.] 

The worst part was the so-called food the FIB goons fed us. When they even remembered to, they would often sicken us with raw, moldy, or undercooked food that was full of metal shavings! It was food you would not even feed to dogs or pigs! But they had no problem giving that shit to us “patients!”

But I started complaining immediately. Do you know what a coughing FIB goon had the nerve to tell me?

What?

“Look, Tom,” he replied. “The contractor providing the food is owned by a black female. Not our problem that an Uncle Tom like you only likes milk from a white woman! And besides, what difference does it make? We are not here to fatten you up!” Then he started cracking up laughing before coughing his head off! [He shakes his head and frowns angrily.]

Who were the other patients in the quarantine camps?

From talking to other “patients,” I found out there was not just anti-swabbing or anti-vaxxer activists in the camps. There was a whole diverse group of people.

However, everyone seemed to have one thing in common. At one time or the other, all had run afoul of Team Science or the types of Karens or Chads who were the most devoted supporters of that regime!

Most of the activist parents from the group I helped form to oppose the school board and the Teachers' Unions were all there in the camp. Since we were somewhere near Washington DC, many people seemed to have had ties to the former President’s administration or campaign - they were among the first to disappear. There were also entire families of devoutly religious Christians who had been rounded up and quarantined together.

It was not long before our quarantine camp was filling up with more and more “patients.” That was when all of the so-called VIP "patients" suddenly began to arrive…

VIP Patients? 

Yes. These VIP “patients” were not your typical anti-swabber, anti-vaxxer, or anti-government types like the rest of us. Since our camp was somewhere near Washington DC, our VIP “patients” had once been politicians or somehow connected to certain politicians in the so-called opposition to Team Science. Although I do not think they were ever a serious opposition. They were more like enablers or useful idiots for Team Science to implement their stupid policies like the anal swabbing mandate.

All of these VIP “patients” immediately volunteered to become useful idiot go-betweens for the coughing FIB goons who, despite wearing astronaut suits, wanted to avoid as much close contact with us as possible. So the FIB goons put the VIPers in charge of “organizing” and “representing” the rest of us “patients” in the camp.

There were three Senators in particular among them who I recognized and a senior or important judge of some kind who always wore his judge robes around the camp. [He frowns angrily.]

Who were these three Senators?

[He sighs.] I have never followed politics all that much, so I cannot even remember their names. We also had to address them only as “Honorable Senator.” [He frowns.]

The one so-called “Honorable Senator” always had his hair picture perfect and flawlessly arranged while having a deer in the headlights look pasted on his face.

The second so-called “Honorable Senator” had a Southern accent but always sounded and acted kind of gay to me – not that there is anything wrong with that. After all, everyone is a child of god! But he sure took an unnatural interest in all the teenage boys and young men in the camp! [He shakes his head and frowns angrily.]

The last so-called “Honorable Senator” was somehow senior to the other two Senators. He was a real devil who always had a dour or sour look on his drooping face and walked around like an elderly limping turtle. This devil Senator anointed himself as our de facto camp leader without ever bothering to ask the rest of us "patients" if we wanted him as our leader or representative…

Under him, the Honorable Senator with the deer in the headlights look, the closeted Southern Senator, and the judge who always wore his judge robes worked as a team with an ex-media loser. They acted as our so-called representatives and enforcers for the limping turtle devil Senator. They were the four horsemen of the apocalypse, or rather our apocalypse… [He frowns angrily again.]

By chance, was the ex-media person somebody from Coyote News?

Nope! This ex-media loser had been a magazine guy and a columnist. He said he once owned a famous political magazine that had recently failed. It was one of those high-brow intellectual types of publications that nobody outside Washington DC ever read or even knew existed. He was always bragging about how great his magazine had once been. He also talked about all the cruises he had organized or been on with other so-called intellectuals like himself.

The magazine looser, the judge, and the Honorable Senators, or I guess the now ex-judge and ex-Senators since they were now locked up with the rest of us, constantly involved themselves in Machiavellian intrigues. They always inserted themselves in or created conflicts around camp and talked out of all sides of their mouths. They also never bothered to hide the fact they were openly collaborating with the FIB!

To make matters worst, the FIB goons and the elderly limping turtle devil Senator put these four useful idiots in charge of daily anal swabbing of all us “patients” in the quarantine camp! [He shakes his head and frowns angrily.]

Do you mean you were all anal swabbed daily by them?

[He takes a deep breath and exhales angrily.] Every damn morning we “patients” had to line up before the useful idiots in four lines. You had to drop your pants or lift your dresses if you were a woman. Then you had to bend over, and one of them gave you an anal swabbing for the Russian COVIDsteria scariant! The judge even had the nerve to claim the anal swabbing was a camp tax of some kind! [He angrily waves a fist around.]

And boy, did those useful idiots enjoy anal swabbing all of us “patients!” – especially that closeted Southern Senator who got to personally swab all the teenage boys and young men in the camp! 

If they did not like you personally or your politics especially, they made sure you were walking around like a penguin for the rest of the day after they swabbed you! [He shakes his head angrily.]

Those useful idiots never told us “patients” the results of our so-called swabbing tests for the so-called Russian COVIDsteria scariant that had supposedly triggered the nationwide lockdown and our forced quarantine. They were anal swabbing us just for the sick pleasure of it! They also did it to entertain and curry favor with the FIB goons, who would all stand around on the overhead catwalks while laughing and coughing their heads off! [He frowns angrily.]

What happened in the quarantine camp when COVID Spring broke out?

We “patients” never knew for sure what might be happening outside the camp. Initially, they had TV screens up to torture us 24/7 with ONN propaganda. But all of a sudden, the screens got removed. That was just fine with us. We “patients” were all sick and tired of listening to that liar Fredo Ratto say there was “absolutely nothing to worry about” when inside a quarantine camp as they were “just like being in a summer camp or resort.”  

However, a patient had managed to smuggle in a phone. They needed to carefully hide it from the useful idiots and all of their enablers or informants. It was from this smuggled phone that we learned there was pushback going on in the country.

Even that liar Fredo Ratto was talking about the pushback, although he framed it as an “insurrection,” “rebellion,” “revolt,” or “uprising.” He also claimed the pushback was being led or done by “homophobic racists” who wanted to "kill all the country's grandmas and marginalized peoples.”

But none of that stupid liar Fredo’s propaganda mattered much to me. The news that there was finally widespread pushback in the country, along with my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, gave me hope that I might somehow survive to be liberated and see my family again.

By now, it was becoming increasingly clear to us “patients” that despite the horrible living conditions in our camp, most of us were in better health than the FIB goons guarding us. Despite always wearing astronaut suits in our presence and not wanting to come close to us, many of the FIB goons had bad coughs or were often out of breath. We even saw one or two suddenly collapse as if they just had heart attacks.  

Then one day, we got called to a big meeting where the elderly limping turtle devil Senator gave us a short speech. I will never forget what he said because his speech got seared into my memory. He told us:

“A grievous blow has struck our quarantine center! The Feds are asking us to give them the best we possess – the children so that we may better protect the elderly! I was also worthy enough of having children of my own. And although I gave the best years of my life to politics, I still lived and breathed with my children! I never imagined I would get forced to deliver this sacrifice to the altar with my own hands! In my old age, I must stretch out my hands and beg: Brothers and sisters! Hand them over to me! Fathers and mothers: Give me your children!”

His useful idiots then ran around literally ripping wailing children out of the arms of their screaming Christian parents to hand over to the laughing and coughing FIB goons! Not only that, they seemed to enjoy doing it! [He shakes his head angrily.]

Did they or the FIB say where they were taking all the children?

Nope! I suspected they were taking the kids away not to protect any elderly “patients” from COVIDsteria, but to re-educate and then place them with new and more woke families.

After the children got taken away, they slowly started clearing out the now crowded quarantine camp. The elderly limping turtle devil Senator and his useful idiots would help provide the FIB goons with lists of “patients” to be “transported.” They told everyone there was “absolutely nothing to worry about.” The patients being "transported" were the “lucky ones” as they were getting sent to a much nicer camp with better health care facilities somewhere else.

However, all the names on the first lists were the “patients” who somehow had ties to the former President’s administration or campaign. Once they disappeared, the latter lists consisted of “patients” who the three did not like, or who had caused them trouble, or they had done too much complaining about conditions at the camp. It was a good thing I had quickly learned to keep my mouth shut around them!

We had no idea where anyone got taken, but we never heard from them again... [He shakes his head and frowns.]

Then one day, the coughing FIB goons and not the elderly limping turtle devil Senator announced on the camp loudspeaker that an inspection was happening. They called out a list of names that included all the so-called VIP “patients," including the elderly limping turtle devil, his useful idiots, and all of their other enablers or useful idiots in the camp.

After they were all led away, we never heard from any of them again… [He smirks.]

Do you have any idea of what might have happened to them?  

Nope! But given what almost happened to the rest of us, I can guess what might have happened to them... [He frowns angrily.]

By now, the transports were dwindling, and there were not that many “patients” left in the camp. But there also were not as many coughing FIB goons guarding us. We got ordered some time ago to move into one warehouse. There, they could more easily keep an eye on and maintain their social distance from us by patrolling on overhead catwalks.  

Again, we knew from a smuggled phone that something big was happening in the country. It gave us hope that we might get liberated soon.

Then one day, during what turned out to be late in COVID Spring some weeks before that final Capitol Siege, a group of FIB goons in full astronaut gear with automatic weapons in their hands quickly and silently filed in on all the catwalks above us. It was clear to all of us what they got sent to do… [He takes a deep breath and exhales.]

We all stood up… But since we could not escape, I had to attempt to reason with these FIB goons. Maybe I could convince them not to kill all of us... 

So as the FIB goons filed in, I started to yell at them:

“I know you have received orders from your superiors in Washington to eliminate all of us… Now would be the time to do it. We are all here, and this is your final chance to carry out your orders… But you have a choice to make… You can carry out your orders and leave as murderers… Or you can leave and return home to your families as men rather than our murderers!"

[He frowns.]

And did the FIB agents return to their families as men?

[He takes another deep breath and exhales.] Hell no! Every single damn one of those sadistic psychopathic FIB goons started shooting at us! [He shakes his head and frowns angrily.]

But then, all of a sudden, I heard the roar of motorcycle and truck engines approaching. It was the Gallant Guys militia arriving in the nick of time to save and liberate us all!

The FIB goons stopped shooting at us. They started running like a bunch of schoolgirls in all directions to save themselves. Of course, they could not get very far in their astronaut gear. What happened to them or what the Gallant Guys might have done to them did not matter much to me.

You see, I am a Christian. So I am a very forgiving person! I just got down on my knees and thanked the Lord Jesus Christ that I had survived the camp long enough to be liberated and that I would be coming home alive to my family! [He takes another deep breath, exhales, and smiles.]

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I managed to track down one former FIB agent who would talk to me, but only if I did not reveal his name or where in the country he now lives. I also had to wear full PPE when I went to his home to interview him. 

As with many surviving Nazis involved in World War II atrocities, he showed absolutely no signs of remorse for any of his actions during the purges. Not only that, his thinking appears to have not changed at all since COVID Spring. 

Oddly, he waddled very much like a penguin and much worst than Fredo Ratto or Dick Carville when he walked. He also seemed to be extra uncomfortable when seated - although that may have been due to my questions making him uncomfortable...

Yes, I was there on the raid of the compound of the former President. The whole damn mission got compromised, and we had missed everyone by a few hours! [He frowns and coughs while breathing heavily.] 

Keep in mind that the Feds had carefully selected the handful of Secret Service agents guarding the former President and his family. They were all on Team Science feeding us intelligence, and they were supposed to help us detain everyone in the morning. Except that was not what happened.  

According to the Secret Service agents who we found bound and gagged, they got jumped by burly guys wearing black uniforms and big fur hats carrying Kalashnikovs. That occurred several hours before the Christmas morning raid.

The Former President and his family already had their suitcases packed and ready to go with a couple of pallets of cash and gold bars. The burly guys wearing the big fur hats had quickly loaded everything and got everyone onto speedboats at the private docks. No doubt everyone was safely on a Russian submarine by the time we showed up to conduct the morning raid.

How those speed boats could have approached and docked unnoticed at the private docks and then leave without being noticed is beyond me. And it was not just the former President and his entire family who managed to escape the island unnoticed either. I guess every Fed who was supposed to be watching everyone had a little too much eggnog that Christmas Eve or were asleep on the job! [He frowns again and starts coughing and breathing harder.]

Do you have any idea how the mission got compromised?

Yes. Our suspicion immediately fell on that stupid Fredo Ratto and his crew of hungry Ostrich News Network (ONN) newshounds. A senior official of Team Science wanted them to break the exclusive story and help frame the narrative – as if the media could keep anything secret! 

However, the Russians or someone else could have easily hacked or monitored his or ONN's mobile communications. There could have also been secret supporters of the former President hidden deep within the government who may have tipped him off. But at this point, what difference does it make? They all escaped our raid! [He frowns.]  

Did your bosses tell you why the former President, his family, and close associates were getting detained in the first place?

We got told the same reasons Team Science gave to the American people. There was evidence they were conspiring with the Russians. But frankly, what difference does it make, and who gives a shit? They and all of their supporters should have gotten detained and dealt with long before that Christmas day! [He frowns again and coughs.]

What were the reasons they gave you to conduct the purges?

They were not purges. They were quarantine operations… 1 [He coughs again and starts breathing heavily.]

Again, we got told the same reasons given to the American people by Dr. Sickle and Team Science. The deadly Russian COVIDsteria variant required everyone to be under lockdown. Anyone suspected of having it needed quarantining in special quarantine camps.  

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Tell me what happened in Florida during the raid on the compound of the former President?

They told us nothing other than to be prepared at any given moment for a sensitive mission and not to plan on spending the holidays with our families. In the military, such an order was not unusual – at least for the military. You were accustomed to spending holidays away from your family and even conducting dangerous missions on such days.

However, this was highly unusual for federal law enforcement. Federal Investigation Bureau (FIB) pilots were usually briefed well in advance of every law enforcement operation. We were also directly involved in planning the stakeout portion.  

Even more unusual - they gave the order to move early in the morning on Christmas Day, and they ordered us to wear full PPE. It was hard enough to fly a chopper wearing a flight suit and bulletproof vests, but try flying one while wearing full PPE! [He shakes his head.]

I was standing outside my FIB chopper when I was hastily handed a route map, a photograph of a roof to land our agents on, and quickly briefed by a senior agent also wearing full PPE. I knew immediately from looking at the map and pictures that I would be landing the FIB agents onto the roof of the Palm Island compound of the former President in Florida.

He then barked to the agents scrambling into the chopper and to me, “Our mission might already be compromised! We need to move out now!” There was absolutely no time for anything else – even for me to look closely at the route. I scrambled to my seat, took off, and headed to Palm Island while reviewing the route map and the roof pictures as I flew.

I did as ordered to do. I flew in low over the palm trees and other mansions on the island to the compound. I hovered above the roof of what I later learned was the bedroom of the former President. The FIB agents repelled down from my chopper onto the balcony of the bedroom as well as the roof. I then flew off to perform surveillance of the surrounding area.

The exclusive island neighborhood had been completely cordoned off and was abuzz with activity. Everywhere there were unmarked black law enforcement vehicles and various law enforcement agents wearing PPE. I could also see agents in full PPE breaking down the doors and smashing the windows to enter the other mansions on the island. I presumed those were the mansions of close associates or family members of the former President.

I could also make out a camera crew in the middle of the lawn of the compound. The camera crew stood out like a sore thumb because none wore any PPE, but the person in front of the camera, which had the letters “ONN” on it, was all decked out in it.

Finally, I got ordered to land on that lawn. But that stupid ONN camera crew was in the way. So I hovered directly over them in the hope they would move to one side of the lawn so I could stay clear of the palm trees surrounding it. They refused to budge an inch from their position and waived at me angrily to land somewhere else! I got forced to land at the edge of the lawn - closer to all the palm trees than I wanted to be. [He shakes his head and frowns]

The guy who was in front of the camera then approached my chopper. When he took off the top of his PPE, I could see it was that stupid Fredo Ratto, and he was angry. “What the hell!” he screamed at me while waving his fist outside of my cockpit window. “Do you know who I am? And you just ruined our live shot!”

I told him in no uncertain terms that he and his crew of newshounds were blocking the lawn I needed to land on and creating a dangerous situation for everyone. We all could have gotten hit by debris from the palm trees or even worst. That stupid Fredo gave me a nasty look. Then he just sauntered back behind his camera crew, put his PPE back on, and went back in front of the cameras to continue his news story. [He rolls his eyes.]

By now, I could see some of the FIB agents arguing and shaking fists at each other. They were also screaming on their phones and walkie-talkies.

Instead of opening presents under the Christmas tree with his children and grandchildren, the former President, his family, key advisors, and their families living in surrounding mansions had vanished. Somehow, the whole mission got compromised. 

All of them were gone?

Yes. Someone had tipped everyone off. I heard one of the frustrated FIB agents say, “We just missed them. They are probably on a Russian submarine now somewhere off the coast!”

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I journeyed to the United States Bullion Depository, otherwise known as Fort Knox, to have a long chat with Robert about that now-notorious conference. As with Albert Speer and the monstrous crimes of the Nazis, he denied any direct role in Team Science's purges and what might have happened during them. He also seemed genuinely troubled about taking part in the conference where Team Science hashed out their final solutions.  

Before the meeting, though, his legal representatives told me that any questions regarding what, if any, role he might have in the new Administration would be strictly off-limits. They also reminded me how Robert has fully cooperated with the new Administration and how the COVID Amnesty and Reconciliation Executive Order protects him from prosecution...

Winter had come early to Washington DC. The mood Inside the Beltway and within Team Science had turned decidedly gloomy with the temperature change. The national news media and social media had kept a lid on what was going on with all the deaths but only just barely. Wild rumors about everything from new COVIDsteria virus variants to problems with the vaccine were starting to swirl in private conversations even among the Inside the Beltway crowd.

The midterm primaries would start in a few months, and that only added to the gloom. By now, it was becoming increasingly clear that the former President would be heavily campaigning for anti-swabber candidates. Then he would likely be running for President again on an anti-swabbing ticket.

It was the norm for everyone Inside the Beltway not to care about what the public was thinking. The media and social media could be relied on to keep the people in check when their thinking got out of line. Those who were too vocal in opposing COVIDsteria anal swabbing had already been deplatformed from or shadow banned on social media.

But even though the leaders of the anti-swabbing movement had gotten silenced, no member of Team Science, or for that matter, no one living Inside the Beltway trusted public opinion polls anymore. Nobody knew for sure what the public was thinking, and there was a deep sense of foreboding that the country, once again, might be sailing into choppy uncharted waters.

Should something start to go wrong during the coming midterm election year, there was a good chance of a miscalculation as to how many votes we needed to add to the final tallies. If that were to happen, the anti-swabbers could win the midterms. And worst, the former President could find a way to become President again in two more years. 

Then suddenly, I received an urgent message to attend a secret weekend conference at Camp David for a top-secret briefing. I could tell absolutely no one about the conference, not even my secretaries or my family members. I was also picked up and taken to the conference in an unmarked vehicle.

It was unusual as we only had secret Camp David conferences to discuss matters of grave importance facing the country. We also went there for private meetings when we did not want the media to get wind of what we might be meeting about and who might be attending. 

I only knew who was there and an inkling of what this Camp David conference would be about when I entered the conference room and sat down. Aside from Dr. Sickle, who had the gravest look I had ever seen on the man, there were a couple of key Congressional leaders and all the key people who ran the country and whose names or faces would only be familiar to those deep Inside the Beltway. Attendees included the heads of all the alphabet soup of federal law enforcement agencies like the Federal Investigation Bureau (FIB) and key intelligence agencies. There were no attendees from the Joint Chiefs of Staff as Team Science still did not fully trust anyone in the military or with a military background who was not one of our political appointees.

I also was a little surprised to see a couple of social media executives like Clark Fickerberg there. Representatives from the fourth branch of the government typically were not invited to such high-level conferences… 

Wait, there was nobody from the Joint Chiefs or the military, but Clark Fickerberg and other social media executives were there?

Yes. Remember, I said attendees were the people who ran the country and who could be trusted to keep secrets. Social media and big tech were very much the fourth branches of government at the time. And political appointees could all be trusted as they would have been thoroughly vetted politically by the FIB and the media. 

However, the military was a different story. No one was sure if every single commissioned officer or those who had come up through the ranks of the officer corps were Team Science supporters. The military rank-and-file could not be trusted as most tended to be from flyover country.

Team Science needed the input of Clark Fickerberg and other social media executives like him. They would have a good sense of what was going on in the country. They were also helping the FIB keep tabs on any enemies among the public.  

I was there strictly because I was in charge of the printing presses that would print, borrow, or quantitatively ease all the money needed for everyone else's plans.

Was the President there?

The President?!! [He laughs.]

By now, the President barely knew where he was or even who he was! They usually kept him safe in the White House basement where he could avoid falling and hurting himself. They would only bring him up to the Oval Office in an elevator to do occasional and carefully managed media photo ops. 

When we needed his signature, someone would usually just bring all the papers he needed to sign down to the White House basement. And he would sign whatever piece of paper put in front of him!

What about the Vice President?

The Vice President! Nobody could stand to be in the same room with the Vice President!!! [He laughs again and rolls his eyes.]

Team Science usually kept the Vice President occupied with photoshoots for glossy fashion magazine covers and junkets as far away from the rest of us as possible! The Vice President could never be bothered to do any real work, heavy thinking, or be involved with whatever we were planning! 

As I said, attendees at the meeting were all the important people who actually ran the country and could be fully trusted to keep secrets! Everyone else would receive their marching orders to play their parts in our drama. All that needed to be determined was the script and the storyline. [He smiles.]

Anyway, Dr. Sickle was the first person to speak at the conference. He immediately went into a lengthy discussion about the science and theories surrounding nDNA immune system theory and nDNA vaccines. Then Dr. Sickle droned on about MAGICal Happy Syringes, vaccine “backdoors,” adaptive or synthetic immune systems, auto-immune disorders, and antibody-dependent something-a-rather. Then he talked about something that sounded like cryonic storms, Myocard something-a-rather, and just on-and-on with the dry science and medical jargon. 

Honestly, most of us did not have the foggiest notion of what the hell he said. Why all of these scientific or medical details mattered to those of us in the room was beyond me. [He frowns.]

Finally, the head of the FIB started to grow impatient and interrupted him by saying, “Can you cut all the science and medical gibberish and just give us a summary of what all of it means for us?” [He pauses for a moment and frowns again.]

What he was about to tell us, which I had taken detailed notes of, was frightening. It was the worst possible scenario for Team Science and the country:  

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After the tech mass exodus from the San Francisco Bay area, many surviving techies have chosen to set up shop and create new mini-Silicon Valleys around the country in cities not so associated with big tech. Or they work from home and have never set foot in an office again.  

Meanwhile, most Americans have mostly stopped using social media altogether - opting only to use messaging apps that leave no record behind. Or they have rediscovered the joys of face-to-face communication and real rather than online friendships. 

The Great Die-Off also seemed to hit millennials, the heaviest users of social media, the hardest. Many traumatized millennials and especially vaccinated survivors have become even more reliant on surviving social media platforms as their frail health confines them at home for the remaining few years of their lives. However, as this advertising pool continues to shrink as they pass on, how long social media platforms can survive remains much debated. So far, none have found a way to regain the lost trust of now-former users, and online advertising rates are in a freefall.      

I had to exchange many emails with the lawyers of the mild-mannered and now former social media mogul Clark Fickerberg before sitting down for a chat with him at his opulent estate overlooking the San Francisco Bay where he has remained based. Clark's lawyers had warned me to stay clear of asking any questions concerning any direct role he or his social media company may have played during the violent purges conducted by the Federal Investigation Bureau (FIB). Nevertheless, that did not stop him from being open with me about other matters, as the COVID amnesty is now firmly in place. 

And as with Will Doors, I thought it was rather odd how all of Clark's burly security people seemed to be watching him more closely than his estate. They, also rather oddly, all wore black uniforms and fur hats...

My college buddies and I started our social media site back when we were still undergraduates. At first, it was not clear to any of us just what we were creating because it did not replace anything already in existence. But we knew that we had an information network that could be extremely valuable to the right people. We just needed to find the right people or have them find us. That was what ended up happening. The right people found us. [He smiles.] 

First, we were approached by Madison Avenue together with their friends on Wall Street. They said our platform was perfect for advertising to a targeted audience. All we needed to do was add an algorithm. Then we could target our users with ads tailored-made for them based on their usage of our platform. That would be what they wrote, clicked on, read, liked, and forwarded. We already captured all of this activity as raw personal data. We just needed to create some tools to mine and sell this gold mine of personal data that our users gave us for free.  

After we gave Madison Avenue and Wall Street what they wanted, we got approached by political consultants. They wanted targeted voter data and new ways to identify and reach hidden voters. The latter were unreachable because they lacked landlines, never answered their phones, or were never at home when they canvassed for votes. We provided the political consultants with access and tools to help them find and reach these unreachable voters – naturally for a price.

Once the politicians, through their political consultants, got a taste of what we could offer them, we senior people in the government approached us…

Senior people in the government?

Yes. Senior people in the government… [He smiles.]

But politicians and senior people in the government are the same people…

No, they are not… [He smiles again.] Politicians mainly made speeches, attended fundraisers, and showed up on Capitol Hill to make more speeches or vote. They would come and go from Washington DC as they had to run for reelection, and sometimes they lost. When they lost elections or got too old to be politicians and wanted to cash out, they would rotate into big business, Wall Street, or Silicon Valley in more recent times.

The careerist public servants who worked in the government in Washington DC ran the government in Washington DC. They never left the government or Washington DC… [He scratches his head for a moment.]

Well, I take that back… [He pauses in thought.] The most senior people who were the political appointees might rotate out of the government to do lobbying or work directly for big business, Wall Street, or Silicon Valley. They did this to feather their nests and retirement accounts. Some of these people were washed-up ex-politicians known to the public, while others were largely nameless and faceless to anyone outside the beltway. 

The people one-rung directly below the political appointees were the ones who ran the agencies and did the day-to-day managing or work. They were largely nameless and faceless career public servants who stayed in the shadows and their jobs until retirement when they became government contractors or lobbyists.  

All of the key people who ran the government had an interest in our platform and its data for reasons that were a little different from what Madison Avenue, Wall Street, and the political consultants wanted out of it. Most businesses and political consultants just wanted or needed large amounts of aggregate data or data sets. They wanted to look for patterns to target specific groups of individuals or place individuals into groups targeted for ads or votes. They were not interested individual user data beyond the aggregate and beyond selling them something or gaining their votes in elections. 

But we also had all of this largely unused granular data on individual individuals that someone could use for more than just advertising and marketing purposes. And since the government had very different needs or interests, this granular data interested them…

In what ways or for what purposes did it interest the government? 

Well, the global war on terror, for starters. 1 Government intelligence agencies began to effectively use our platform to identify and monitor whoever might be terrorists or their sympathizers based on what they wrote, clicked on, read, liked, and forwarded. They could even pinpoint the location of these terrorists for elimination by drone strikes based on our location data for where they were accessing our platform. All of this, of course, required the use of supercomputers and artificial intelligence (AI). But the government already had access to or had created such tools on their own.

As time wore on and the global war on terror waned, our enemies at home grew. The government became very concerned about domestic terrorists and white supremacist groups, along with the possibility of a domestic insurrection as the electorate grew more polarized and angrier with Washington DC. 2

How did the COVIDsteria pandemic impact your social media platform?

We first got wind of something going around Bianfucheng in December before the start of the first full year of the pandemic. A few messages or posts got flagged for review on our social media platform from the foreign residents there. 

I immediately called Fun Fun, a friend of mine who was also the China News Bureau representative in Washington DC. She told me it was “absolutely nothing to worry about,” and everything was under control. However, she asked me to flag any mentions on our platform and to forward them to her for follow-up, which we did. 

By early January, we became aware that a large contingent of Global Health Organization (GHO) personnel had arrived in Bianfucheng based on where they were logging in from and the volume of messages they were sending from there. I once again called Fun Fun for comment, and she once again reassured me there was “absolutely nothing to worry about” in Bianfucheng. She also asked me to monitor anyone on our platform based there, and to forward any inappropriate content to the appropriate Chinese authorities to deal with, which we did. 

By now, though, I noticed how the American media had picked up on and were talking about a SARS-like virus in Bianfucheng on their private media discussion group. However, they wanted to publicly play up the virus to bait the President and his supporters into talking about it being a "Chinese virus" to frame them as racists. That led to some sleepless nights for me… [He frowns.]

Why? Were you afraid the Chinese might get angry with you or your social media company? 

[He laughs.] No! I kept getting lots of late-night calls from a very upset Fun Fun pleading with me that I needed to stop all talk on our platform about the virus being a "Chinese virus." She said this talk was causing China to lose face on the world stage. 

I promised her that we would do our best to contain such talk, but it got beyond our ability to control. I mean, we could not censor our racist President every time he said “China Flu” or “Kung Flu” nor censor the media every time they gleefully reported it.

Fortunately, Fun Fun eventually went back to China for a while. I finally got some sleep when she did – until the Chinese developed their nDNA vaccine. Then she was once again constantly calling me at all hours of the day and night demanding that I do something about posts and messages concerning bad coincidences and people dying from their vaccine! [He rolls his eyes.]

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With liberal mainline Protestantism and the cult of science now thoroughly discredited, surviving devotees of both have sought answers from more traditional religions. This search for the truth has led to a great reset in American religion and a boom for Orthodox, Catholic (especially Traditionalist Catholicism and Eastern Catholic Churches), Mormon, and evangelical Protestant churches. At the same time, Jewish people have flocked to conservative or orthodox Jewish synagogues while other religions (including Islam and Buddhism) have expanded their footprints. 

But as with conservative pundits, former celebrity Pastor Francis Austin has struggled after the great reset in American religion. Christians now read the bible themselves rather than read or listen to reinterpretations of it. They have also proved unwilling to fund the lavish lifestyles of celebrity pastors or attend their impersonal megachurches to be constantly solicited for donations.

I visited Florida to interview Pastor Joe. It turned out that he also happens to live in the same trailer park where former Conservative pundit Ann Lamia now resides. But unlike Ann, though, Pastor Joe can at least afford a double-wide - still a far cry from the mansions, Gulfstreams, and yachts he once owned...

As with former Ostrich News Network (ONN) correspondent Fredo Ratto, I was surprised by Pastor Joe’s aged appearance in person; and without all the pancake makeup televangelists or celebrity pastors usually wore on stage. However, I had to keep my sunglasses on during our chat by his carport as his teeth glistened so much in the Florida sunlight, I was afraid of getting blurry vision...

I come from a long line of pastors. My father, grandfathers, and some of my great-grandfathers were pastors of community churches with small congregations.

However, I was born slightly dyslexic with a bad stutter when I am in front of an audience or speaking in public. I also had crooked teeth that no dentist could fix. There seemed to be nothing any earthly power could do to fix these problems. It looked as though my destiny was to be the handyman at my father's church or to find another path in life outside his ministry. After all, how can a pastor with crooked teeth give a sermon if he has trouble reading the bible and speaking in front of a crowd?

But God Almighty had bigger plans for me than my parents or I could ever have imagined! My destiny was to become a bestselling author and the pastor of one of the largest ministries in America who also had the best teeth in the country! [He smiles, and his teeth glint in the sunlight.]

And how did all of that come about?

One day, as a young man, while up on a ladder cleaning out the gutters at my father’s church, I came upon three frogs. And one of the frogs started speaking to me. The frog told me…

I am sorry to interrupt you... A frog started talking to you?

Yesss…  

As the son, grandson, and great-grandson of pastors, you did not find it a bit odd for a frog to just start talking to you? 

God often works in mysterious ways! [He smiles, and his teeth glint in the sunlight.]

But I would think you would be leery because, in the Book of Revelation, the three frogs turned out to be…

[He interrupts.] Yes, I am aware of the Book of Revelation! I am a pastor! [An annoyed look appears on his face.]

But what difference does it make? The least I could do was listen to the frog to hear what it had to say!

And what did this frog say to you?

The frog told me, “My son, it is me, God Almighty! I have a new gospel to reveal to you! And if you learn this gospel, you will become a best-selling author and the richest pastor in America with the biggest congregation in the country!”

“But I cannot give sermons!” I told the frog, or rather God Almighty. “I have a bad stutter when I speak in public or when in front of an audience! I am also slightly dyslexic, making it hard for me to read the bible, and my teeth are all crooked!”

“What difference does it make?” the frog, or rather God Almighty, replied. “I have a deal to make with you. As long as you preach the gospel that I will reveal to you and people listen, do not worry about your teeth, stutter, and dyslexia. I will also shower you with prosperity! Now go find a mirror to check your teeth and a book to read out loud!”

I got off the ladder and ran into my father's church to check my teeth and find a book. And guess what? God Almighty had fixed my teeth and my dyslexia! [He smiles, and his teeth glint in the sunlight.]

Hmmm... and what about the rest of the deal?

The rest of the deal involved God revealing a vision to me! And not the kind of vision Catholic maidens or Shepard children on hills or in caves receive! God revealed to me something much bigger than the Virgin Mary mirages Catholics always seem to get! [He smirks.]

God gave me a revelation that allowed me to build one of the largest congregations in the country! The revelation was the prosperity gospel! [He smiles, and his teeth glint in the sunlight.]

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Few parents also miss sending their children to overpriced universities. Many have discovered how trade schools provide better training options for a new economy focused more on advanced manufacturing, agriculture, and resource extraction - not the shrunken public sector, high finance, and so-called knowledge industries.    

I tracked down Karen, a surviving (unionized) public school algebra teacher, to gain her perspective on school anal swabbing mandates. I also wanted her thoughts about the initial COVIDsteria pandemic and the Great Die-Off. Given the state of her immune system and overall health, though, she never leaves her home in a Northern Virginia suburb that is now a ghost town.  

I interviewed Karen via video conferencing. However, and as with Snowflake, we were interrupted a couple of times as her wi-fi kept dropping our call...

Before we begin, I will tell you that my preferred pronouns are “she,” “her,” and "they." But I expect you to address me only as “the educator” because I was an educator! [The educator frowns.]

Ok, no problem. As a public school teacher…

[She interrupts.] Educator! I was a public school educator! [The educator coughs and frowns angrily.] As an education professional who holds graduate-level degrees in math education and diversity studies, I did not merely teach young minds full of mush. I educated, shaped, and transformed young minds until they were no longer full of any of the mush their parents might have put in them! 1

But being a public school educator in a country that does not appreciate education and learning was always a thankless job. [The educator sighs.]

Do you know how little I earned as a public school educator for providing such a critical public service? I barely cracked the six-figure mark if you counted my fully funded pension and guaranteed pay raises that were only a few percentage points above the rate of inflation! And yet, I was expected to work my rear end off from 8 AM to 3 PM every weekday, except during public holidays or school breaks, for eight months of the year! [The educator shakes her head angrily.]

In public education, though, we always had a saying. The saying was, "What difference does it make?" We showed up to class and did what we could with the limited resources greedy taxpayers gave us, our low salaries, and our underappreciated status in a country full of racist know-nothing types. 2 3 4 5 6 [She frowns angrily.]

My apologies then… As a public school educator, how did the COVIDsteria pandemic impact you, your school, and your profession?

As if being an educator in a systemically racist, sexist, and homophobic country ruled by a racist Fascist totalitarian dictator could not get any harder… [The educator coughs harder and frowns.]

Millions of Americans were dying every month from a disease that was an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that required a great reset to contain.  

And with no treatments available until you needed a hospital ventilator, what do some of the selfish parents of my school district start demanding? They demanded that I return to the classroom to risk my life babysitting their kids so they could sit home and smoke pot! 7 8

We educators could not believe the nerve and gall of the parents of my school district who expected me to teach their little minds full of mush during a pandemic when millions of people are dying every month! [The educator shakes her head and frowns angrily.]   

We educators were so frightened of selfish parents and pandering politicians forcing us back into the classroom that we all wrote our wills and obituaries!

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I interviewed Snowflake via video conferencing software to get the millennial perspective of the COVIDsteria pandemic, vaccination, and the Great Die-Off. However, we were interrupted a couple of times as her wi-fi kept dropping our call... 

Let me start by stating my preferred pronouns are she, her, and hers. My precious Chad’s preferred pronouns were always they, them, and theirs because those words were gender-neutral, and he was always an ally to the feminist and LGBTQ communities. 1

Hmmm... ok. I got that. How did the COVIDsteria pandemic impact your life as a millennial living in a West Coast city?

As if life for a millennial in a systemically racist, sexist, and homophobic country ruled by a racist Fascist totalitarian dictator could not get any worst… [She sighs.]

Millions of Americans were dying every month from a disease that was an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that required a great reset to contain. Since there were no treatments until you needed a hospital ventilator, my precious Chad and I, along with all of our friends, were terrified. Many of our friends still living at home with their parents locked themselves up in their basements and refused to come out at all.

My precious Chad and I were not as fortunate as we had moved to the West Coast to study. We did not live with our parents and would somehow have to survive the worst pandemic ever all on our own. We had to go out on our own to wait in long lines to stockpile as much toilet paper, hand sanitizer, and masks as we could get our hands-on.

But going out of our apartment was so terrifying and such a huge hassle. To protect ourselves from the deadly COVIDsteria virus, we had to put on masks, face shields, and disposable gloves to go out and then thoroughly decontaminate ourselves, our clothes, and anything we purchased once we got home. Since this process could take hours, we almost stopped... [The video call drops. I spend a few minutes trying to reconnect...]

I am sorry! The wi-fi and internet have been so unreliable since before that horrible Great Die-Off! [She shakes her head and frowns.]

As I was saying, we almost stopped going out altogether and tried to order everything online as much as possible.  

Our real problem during the pandemic, though, was our ability to obtain proper and healthy nourishment. My precious Chad was a full vegan, while I am just a vegetarian who still eats seafood, dairy, and sometimes poultry depending on how they were caught, raised, or prepared. We only ate non-GMO certified organic and farm-fresh fruits and vegetables to avoid putting the dangerous pesticides or chemicals used by big corporate farms into our bodies.

When we had to buy something processed, like our soy milk or wheat germ, we read all the labels carefully. We would then search online for any information about any product ingredient that sounded like it was not natural, certified organic, or might be a GMO. We then checked the packaging to avoid plastics made from fossil fuels as we did not want to contribute to climate change or harm endangered sea turtles. Finally, we had to make sure the product manufacturers supported the right causes and politicians.

Even after doing this careful research, we still could not fully trust food and beverage corporations or big restaurant chains. We would go so far as to skip eating a meal altogether to keep our bodies safe from being harmed by big greedy corporations. 2 [She coughs and starts breathing heavily.]

As you can imagine, my precious Chad and I were both relieved when Team Science defeated the racist Fascist dictator. We finally had hope that we might somehow survive the pandemic… 

What did you think of the new Administration’s COVIDsteria anal swabbing mandate? 

Let me state that I was not homophobic, and I have always had many gay male friends. But I was also born into a society with deep systemic homophobia. My subconscious homophobic white American mind told me that anal swabbing for COVIDsteria was unnecessarily invasive - making me swabbing hesitant. I also suffered from irrational subconscious homophobic fears that swabbing would make me walk like a penguin afterward.  

Fortunately, I had my precious Chad to help me overcome my swabbing hesitancy and put to rest any systematic homophobic fears buried deep within my white American subconscious mind. Like nearly all of the non-gay students one met in Graduate School, my precious Chad was bisexual. He had plenty of experience with men of all races when it came to being hmmm… [She pauses to cough.] Well, he was more of an expert about this sort of swabbing than I was.

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I caught up with Becky Incel, a San Francisco native and former community activist for the homeless, over fish and chips at Fisherman's Wharf where parking and food are now affordable for the average person. I wanted to talk with her about how the campaign to vaccinate the city's homeless led to their extinction...

I am a sixth-generation proud Californian whose ancestors came to the state during the Gold Rush and settled in San Francisco. That was where I was born, and I spent decades working as a neighborhood community activist who advocated for our iconic homeless population. My homeless advocacy through the years included managing, working for, or sitting on the boards of numerous city homeless advocacy groups or homeless programs. 

So when the COVIDsteria pandemic started, I did not want members of my extended homeless family to get forgotten about amid all the lockdowns and pandemic deaths. After all, the media told us 24/7 how COVIDsteria was an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that required a great reset to contain. The media also said there were no treatments for COVIDsteria until you needed a hospital ventilator.  

My community activist instincts kicked in immediately. I lobbied tooth and nail to get the city supervisors to vote for and approve my homeless community activist organization’s pilot “Safe Slumbering Spaces” program to protect members of my extended homeless family living in my neighborhood. 

The city also awarded my organization a contract to manage this pilot program. They also guaranteed us the right to run the program citywide should it be expanded beyond the pilot stage. Not that any other organization would be able to muscle us out of managing our program. My lawyer had written all the administrative rules to make sure that no other organization would be able to follow them correctly! [She smiles.]

Under our pilot “Safe Slumbering Spaces” program, my homeless community advocacy organization set up 250 tents in safe village-like spaces. We offered members of my extended homeless family living on the streets of my neighborhood access to bathrooms, round-the-clock security, and three meals a day. They also had access to all the alcohol, needles, syringes, methadone, and medical cannabis they were medically entitled to receive. My organization managed to do all of this for a mere $5,000 a month or $100,000 a year per tent. [She smiles again.]

Hmmm... How much did you say per month and year?

Just $5,000 a month or $100,000 a year per tent! [She smiles again.]

That sounds like a large amount of money for just one tent per month and the entire year!

Maybe it sounds like a large amount of money if you are from some cheap flyover country city! 1 2 3 In San Francisco, where garbage city cans were $20,000 each, our program was one of the more cost-effective homeless programs as we were a community activist-type organization! 4 5 [She laughs.]

In pre-Great Die-Off days before most of our overpaid tech workers died with the rest moving away, a starter house that was a fixer-upper in a high-crime neighborhood would sell for a minimum of seven figures. Heck, renters would be lucky to find a small room or space in a garage in such a neighborhood for $5,000 a month.

Then there were all the other expenses of living in San Francisco, like hourly parking costs higher than the minimum wage in every other part of the country. Even a simple grilled cheese sandwich at my neighborhood deli would cost $25 before counting sales taxes and any tip! And do not even ask how much a simple cup of coffee would cost! 6 7

But you said $5,000 per month. At 12 months, that adds up to $60,000 a year - not $100,000 a year. 

The extra $40,000 per tent went towards administrative expenses! [She smiles.]

What sort of administrative expenses could cost $40,000 a year per tent?

Again, it was pre-Great Die-Off days in San Francisco – not some cheap flyover city that no one wants to live in! [She sighs and rolls her eyes.]

The administrative expenses included salaries, retirement benefits, and consulting fees for me and about two dozen program administrators and staff. Then we had all the other office and administrative overhead. Finally, we had to make some political campaign contributions to some city supervisors and other politicians. 

Given that San Francisco was one of the most expensive cities in the world to live and advocate for the homeless in, all of these costs would quickly add up. We had to operate on a shoestring!  

Nonetheless, $5,000 a month or $100,000 a year per tent was a bargain compared to what it was cost the city to house our iconic homeless in hotels or apartments or the amount spent by federally funded homeless programs.

The problem my organization soon encountered was when Congress started passing COVIDsteria relief bills. That was when the Federal government began picking up most of the tab for rival federally approved and funded COVIDsteria homeless programs managed by organizations with close and personal political connections to politicians in Sacramento or Washington DC. It triggered a new Gold Rush for homeless advocacy in all West Coast cities and especially in California. [She shakes her head and frowns.]

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I spoke with a Queens nursing home worker to learn more about what had happened in New York nursing homes during the COVIDsteria pandemic and in the aftermath of the vaccination campaign. She wished to remain anonymous given what she had to say...

I was born in Manila. My family was poor, and life was hard for all of us. There was often not enough food to feed the whole family. So my siblings and I would go hungry. Nevertheless, I studied hard in school because I was determined to make a better life for myself and my family by working in America – the land of freedom and opportunity.  

The fastest way I could legally work in America was to work as a caregiver on what they called an H-1b visa. Since I was young and did not have any close relatives in America, I was a little naïve. I did not understand what working on an H-1b visa would mean. I just wanted to go to America and earn money to help support my family in Manila.

And so that is what I did. I got an H-1b visa to work in a New York state nursing home. But I found out the hard way that if you held an H-1b visa, America was not a land of freedom or opportunity. My colleagues and I who had H-1b visas were treated no better than slaves by our employers. We often had to work 18-hour shifts changing bedpans and giving sponge baths to our nursing home residents. And little did I realize just how bad the job would become… [She sighs.]

What happened at your nursing home when the COVIDsteria pandemic started?

[She sighs again.] The media kept saying that COVIDsteria was like an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that required a great reset to contain. They also said there were no treatments for COVIDsteria until you needed a hospital ventilator. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened during that initial COVIDsteria pandemic in our nursing home. [Tears form in the corners of her eyes.]

New York never could provide us with enough gloves and other personal protective equipment to help keep our nursing home residents safe. But they were always good at sending us plenty of extra body bags as they never ran out of them! [She frowns.]

And it was a good thing that New York State had unlimited amounts of body bags. Once any of our elderly residents got COVIDsteria, it quickly spread like wildfire throughout the nursing home. Our residents started dying all around us! [A tear rolls down her face.]

But we could not send the bodies of our dead nursing home residents to the New York morgues right away. The morgues were already full of other New York nursing home residents. So we had to stuff our dead residents into state-provided body bags. Then we had to stack our dead and bagged up residents into neat piles in my bosses' offices until there was more space available at the New York morgues. This bagging and stacking went on for several months, and it was exhausting! [Another tear rolls down her face. and she shakes her head.]

And all that bagging and stacking work was so depressing. But being Catholic and from the Philippines where family is so important to us, Sundays were always the worst for me at our nursing home… 

On Sundays, the granddaughters of our Italian American residents would come by to bring spaghetti and meatballs to their nanas. They also wanted their nanas to meet their new boyfriends in the hopes that they would like him… [Tears roll down her face.]

But it was inevitable that these granddaughters would never again eat spaghetti and meatballs with their new boyfriends and their nanas… That was because I had just bagged and stacked their nanas in my bosses’ offices with all the other nanas! [She wipes the tears away from her face.]

But we could not tell the granddaughters what had happened to their nanas. You see, when you work in a nursing home, you learn that the family members of our residents often have an undocumented psychological condition we called NDS or Natural Defiance Syndrome… They do not want to hear that there is something wrong with nana… They will not listen to you… They certainly would not want to hear that their nana was now bagged and neatly stacked in my bosses’ offices! [She pauses for a moment to wipe away all her tears.]

The saddest story in my nursing home involved poor sweet little old Ann… You see, Ann was a Holocaust survivor who had just arrived at our nursing home. She always managed to be happy and have a big smile on her face – like us Filipinos! [More tears form in her eyes.]

Ann told me how she had been born in Poland before the war… When Hitler invaded her country, she, her family, and her entire village got rounded up by the Nazis. They were all taken to a forest, forced to dig their graves, and shot… But somehow, Ann was the only person to survive this massacre unscathed…

Ann then was forced to live in the Warsaw Ghetto all alone. She had to eat rats and pieces of leather to stay alive… But Ann survived those horrors too…

Then the Nazis destroyed the Ghetto, put Ann in a boxcar, and sent her to the Auschwitz concentration camp. Almost everyone else with Ann in those boxcars ended up being gassed immediately upon arrival there… But not Ann… She was sort of “lucky” because she was chosen to be a slave laborer for the Nazis and managed to survive…

When the Soviet troops neared Auschwitz, the Nazis force-marched Ann with no shoes on in the dead of winter to Germany. She ended up in the Buchenwald Concentration Camp. She nearly died of typhoid and almost starved to death… But Ann still managed to survive until the Americans liberated her at the end of the war… [Tears stream down her face.]

After surviving all those horrors of war and the holocaust, do you know what holocaust poor sweet little old Ann could not survive??? [She pauses as more tears start to stream down her face.]

Poor sweet little old Ann could not survive the New York nursing home COVIDsteria holocaust for just one lousy month!!! [She begins sobbing uncontrollably. I stop the interview for a few minutes so she can regain her composure before continuing.]

Do you know what bothered me the most about all of this?

What?

I was new to the job and America, but all of my colleagues acted liked this level of death was perfectly normal for a New York nursing home! 1 [She frowns.]

They all casually explained to me, “What difference does it make? Whether it is COVIDsteria or a Norovirus going around our home or another bad flu season, we always have these big die-offs in New York state nursing homes! However, this amount of die-off seems much bigger than normal because all the city morgues are full. Come to think of it - we have not had to bag and stack this many residents in our bosses’ offices since that 2009 swine flu!” 2 [She shakes her head with a look of disbelief.]

My colleagues then explained the strict OSHA and union rules for bagging and stacking dead residents in New York nursing homes. Our employee handbook even had a chapter that explained how to properly bag and stack our dead nursing home residents to comply with these complicated workplace rules. [She shakes her head again.]

Our handbook said that we must always stack dead nursing home residents according to their weight and size. The heavier ones had to go on the bottom of the stack to form a solid foundation.

Then lighter dead residents like Ann… Poor sweet little old Ann… [A tear rolls down her face.] Ann, who had survived the war and the Nazi holocaust... But who could not survive the New York nursing home COVIDsteria holocaust… [She blows her nose into a handkerchief.] Must always go on top of a stack of dead residents… [She wipes the tears from her face again.]

And we cannot ever make a stack of dead nursing home residents higher than four residents in height. A stack higher than that might tip over and injure a living person walking by and lead to lawsuits… 

It was all explained in our employee handbook - complete with graphics, measurements, and weight calculations for the stacks of bodies… [She shakes her head and frowns.]

Those of us on H-1b visas could never complain about anything without the fear of being fired and deported. So our bosses made it our job to stuff all of our dead nursing home residents into body bags and then to stack them into neat piles in their offices where they would hopefully go unnoticed by residents or State inspectors. Not that the State inspectors were looking very hard at how many of our residents were dying. 

We had to do this bagging and stacking all day and all night to the point where we were utterly exhausted… [She takes a deep breath and exhales.] I worked 18-hour days just stuffing our dead residents into body bags. Then I had to carry them to the offices of my bosses. They had to be neatly stacked into piles along the walls and desks with enough space for the living to get through. Many of our nursing home residents were also very heavy, and I was afraid of suffering a back injury!

And then sometimes our bosses would complain that our dead residents were not stacked neatly or properly, and that OSHA might come and cite us for it! [She frowns.] So we were forced to take apart the stacks of dead residents in our bosses’ offices, take them out into the hallways, resort them according to size, and then bring them back into their offices where we restacked them into neater piles…

What was even worst was how as soon as a nursing home bed became available because the prior occupant was now bagged and neatly stacked in my bosses’ offices, the State would send us a new resident for the empty bed! It was just like the stories Ann told me about being in Auschwitz when the Nazis just kept sending new victims by the boxcar load to be gassed in the gas chambers! [A look of anger appears on her face.]

Did the media ever look into what was happening at your New York nursing home?

Yesss, but not the way you would expect! [She frowns.]

That stupid clown Fredo Ratto came into our nursing home. He did a primetime Ostrich News Network (ONN) story about the “wonderful job” our governor was doing to keep New York state nursing home residents alive and safe during the COVIDsteria pandemic. He also said during his segment that there was “absolutely nothing to worry about” for any resident or a family member of a resident of a New York nursing home. 

I had just worked an 18-hour shift bagging and stacking up our dead nursing home residents. Many were stiff because we were far behind with the bagging, sorting, and stacking as so many residents dying all over the place. And since the media would be coming, my bosses were even more anal than usual about the stacks being nice and neat in their offices. Not that stupid clown Fredo and his crew of newshounds were going to be snooping around their offices looking for hidden stacks of bodies. That did not fit their narrative of “absolutely nothing to worry about” in New York nursing homes… [She frowns even more.]

What bugged all of us the most was when his newshounds turned the news cameras off, that stupid Fredo immediately took off his mask and started coughing everywhere without making any attempt to cover his mouth! My colleagues and I were all livid that he might have COVIDsteria and kill even more of our residents!  

Then we heard later that Fredo probably did have COVIDsteria when he visited our nursing home for his primetime news story! He had also refused to properly quarantine himself or wear a face mask when not on TV! [Another angry look appears on her face, and she shakes her head.] 

What happened when the nDNA vaccine became available and did you take the vaccine?  

[She sighs.] At first, the policy was to vaccinate vulnerable and essential workers like those who worked in nursing homes. So I was excited to get vaccinated to protect our residents from getting sick and dying of COVIDsteria.

However, my colleagues explained that we should all wait for others, such as our residents, to go first and be… [She sighs again and lowers her voice.] And be the guinea pigs or lab rats so we could find out what the nasty "coincidences" might be. They explained that in America, you should never trust anything the media and especially what the Ostrich News Network or Coyote News said about a new drug or vaccine. That was because most advertising during the nightly news or on the 24-hour cable news networks was paid for by big pharma companies or bedding makers.

They also explained that if something goes wrong with a drug or vaccine, the medical community and public health authorities have a code of silence or an omertà. You never break the medical community or public health authority omertà. If you do, there will be vendettas and reprisals.

At least my employer did not mandate us employees to get that vaccine – unlike with that stupid anal swabbing! [She frowns.]

What do you mean?

My employer mandated that all of us non-management staff undergo mandatory daily anal swabbing for COVIDsteria!

At first, I thought there would be exemptions for marginalized people just like that Chinese woman thought before getting dragged off the plane and treated like Rosa Parks. After all, I am Asian. And unlike that Chinese woman, I was working as a slave on an H-1b visa!

But there were no exemptions for Asians like me! The stupid government did not consider Asians as marginalized people! [She frowns angrily.]

What I never understood was why you would even look for a respiratory virus down there! It was not how we tested our residents for COVIDsteria! 

But boy, our bosses sure seemed to get a thrill out of personally anal swabbing us staff every day! And we could not argue with them thanks to all the media COVIDsteria hysteria as we would have gotten accused of being homophobic racists who wanted to kill all the country's grandmas or so-called marginalized peoples! Plus, they would have fired and deported me since I was on an H-1b visa! [She frowns and shakes her head angrily]

By now, the media was saying there had been a so-called “elderly holocaust” in Florida and just some “elevated numbers” of deaths in New York nursing homes. I do not know what was going on in Florida, but I cannot believe more elderly were dying down there than were dying in our New York nursing homes.  

At least New York State started insisting on vaccinating elderly nursing home residents. So I thought that would mean the end of long days of bagging and stacking residents. But that was not exactly what ended up happening... [She frowns.]

Were there side effects or deaths among your residents after they got vaccinated with the nDNA vaccine?

[She sighs.] Yesss! I would say that 4 out of 5 residents vaccinated had some sort of noticeable coincidences" within days! The most common coincidences were pain at the injection site, headaches, fevers, skin rashes, temporary loss of smell, eye problems, coughing, difficulty breathing, and elevated blood pressure. I guess these sorts of reactions to vaccines were the norm, but they could be life-threatening for the elderly with comorbidities. So we had to observe our residents very closely. Many were very sick for a few days after being vaccinated.

What was odd, though, was how many of our residents behaved after they were vaccinated. They all wanted to hug us or each other! We also had to watch some of our male residents as they got a little frisky with both us and some female residents! 

My colleagues and I attributed this strange behavior to our residents being happy they would not end up bagged and stacked in my bosses’ offices. I mean, it was not like the residents did not know what was going on in our nursing home with so many beds opening up as their prior occupants ended up bagged and stacked in my bosses' offices! [She frowns.]

Even odder was the fact that most of our residents craved salty junk food after being vaccinated. They cleaned out all the vending machines in our home!  

And then some of our vaccinated residents suddenly dropped dead of sudden heart failure while others got sick with COVIDsteria. It started happening within weeks of getting either the first or second nDNA vaccine shot. Those deaths were all ruled to be “fortuitum est” or just “a coincidence.” But I do not know. There were sure a few too many coincidences happening within weeks of being vaccinated. [She shrugs.]

When your residents were vaccinated, do you recall what syringes got used?

What syringes got used? [A perplexed look appears on her face.]

In nursing homes where Medicare, Medicaid, or another government program is often footing the bill, we always used expensive so-called MAGICal Happy Syringes. But these syringes were not so magical to use as they were difficult to load, and they often broke when giving someone an injection. In hindsight, those who had syringes break or maybe improperly used were probably the lucky residents in our nursing home.

Did you take the nDNA vaccine? 

[She sighs.] No… I never ended up getting vaccinated because the new Administration or so-called Team Science came in and quickly changed all the priorities of the vaccination program to focus on vaccinating marginalized people first. Even though I was born poor in Manila and came to America legally on a slave visa, I ranked at the bottom of the priority list above or at the same level as white people! So even if I wanted the vaccine, I would have to wait.

But by the time they got around to vaccinating most Asian and white people, more and more of our vaccinated residents were getting sick with mysterious colds, the flu, and other ailments. They all started to… [She pauses and sighs.] They started to die off or drop dead… First, it was only a few residents… Then it was a few more… And next thing you know… [Tears form in the corners of her eyes.] It was like the first several months of the COVIDsteria pandemic all over again… [Tears start streaming down her face.]

The weirdest thing was that many of our vaccinated residents had somehow turned magnetic after they had died. They would stick to metal like refrigerators magnets, making it harder for us to remove them from their beds. 

Then our bosses would complain that the staked bodies were somehow interfering with their mobile reception or wi-fi! I mean, of all the ridiculous things our bosses could complain and worry about with our nursing home residents dying all around us! [She shakes her head and frowns again.]

By now, though, we were all experts on quickly bagging and stacking our dead residents, including the magnetic ones, into neat stacks in the offices of our bosses! So at least they no longer complained about our stacking abilities [She wipes the tears from her face.]

But then that stupid clown Fredo Ratto came back to our nursing home with his crew of ever-hungry newshounds. They did another big primetime Ostrich News Network story about the “wonderful job” our governor had done vaccinating New York state nursing home residents for COVIDsteria. He also said that there was “absolutely nothing to worry about” with the nDNA vaccine and that everyone needed to “trust science!” 

I had just worked another 18-hour shift bagging and stacking all of our dead residents into neat stacks in my bosses’ offices. I just felt like punching him in the face on live TV! Of course, I could not do that because I was working on an H-1b visa. I would have been fired and immediately deported back to Manila! [She shakes her head.]

At least this time, that stupid clown Fredo was not coughing all over the place when they turned the news cameras off, and he took off all three of his masks! [She frowns again.]  

It was not long after that news segment of his aired that I was practically tripping over dead bodies of homeless people who were half-eaten by rats every time I walked to and from home to work every day! And then other people started dropping dead or dying everywhere else! And then you had all the gruesome pictures, videos, and goofy cat memes being shared in social media messages and on messaging apps! [She shudders.]

I will never fully understand how the start of the so-called Great Die-Off went unnoticed for so long by the American media, like the Ostrich News Network and that stupid clown Fredo Ratto, along with the government! I guess the media and the entire government were all part of the medical community or public health authority code of silence or omertà my colleagues had warned me about! [She shakes her head and sighs.]

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I headed to the now booming Downstate Illinois, where many ex-Chicagoland residents like Sheila Jackson, the former ChicagoCounty Coroner, have fled. I wanted to talk to Sheila about what it was like to be a Coroner during the COVIDsteria pandemic and the Great Die-Off...

When I was growing up on the South Side of Chicago, I could not avoid being surrounded by death. There were often multiple fatal shootings a day in my neighborhood. Then there was the constant stream of deaths from drug overdoses, suicides, the lack of good health care, and the stress of living in urban poverty! 

I guess you can say being surrounded by death made me fascinated by it! It was why I decided to become a forensic pathologist and a coroner.  

When I finished my studies, I took a job in the Chicago County Coroner’s office. I worked my way up and was eventually appointed County Coroner by the County Board of Commissioners.

What was the impact of COVIDsteria on your Coroner’s office?

I was expecting our morgues to be overflowing. The media kept telling us that COVIDsteria was an airborne Ebola and a Black Death with some Spanish flu mixed in that required a great reset to contain because there were no treatments until you needed a hospital ventilator. But that never happened. 

By late spring and into the summer months, there was a noticeable increase in deaths – mainly elderly living in nursing homes or those with comorbidities. Deaths were in line with a bad flu season or what you would expect with a contagious respiratory virus going around and sickening or killing off the weakest members of the population. Most of the bodies in the Coroner’s office were still full of bullet holes because it was Chicago. We were also seeing more and more drug overdoses and suicide victims due to the stress of being under lockdowns. 

But then that stupid national news correspondent Fredo Ratto came to Chicago and the County Coroner’s office saying he needed dead bodies for a news story. Well, if you need dead bodies for a news story, Chicago was the #1 place in America to find them! Of course, most of the dead bodies were full of bullet holes, stab wounds, or drugs. But that never mattered to that stupid Fredo and his crew of hungry newshounds. He still did a big primetime story about how poor black folks in Chicago were dropping like flies due to COVIDsteria and a racist President who did not care at all about it! [She rolls her eyes.] 

What bothered me the most was what happened as soon as they turned off the news cameras. That stupid Fredo immediately took off his mask and started coughing all over my bodies without making any attempt to cover his mouth! I mean, show a little respect for the dead, man! And not everyone in a Coroner’s office is already dead! I was livid that he might have COVIDsteria and make my colleagues and me sick! [She frowns.]

And sure enough, I later heard he probably did have COVIDsteria when he had visited Chicago for his story! And not only that, he was refusing to properly quarantine himself or wear a face mask when not on TV! [She shakes her head and frowns again.]

By autumn, though, the overall death rates in Chicago began to fall back down to normal seasonal levels as clearly the worst of the pandemic was over. However, I found myself under tremendous pressure from the county commissioners, the mayor, the governor, and all the public health officials to keep the COVIDsteria death numbers high.

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After a mass exodus from devastated traditional financial centers, many have chosen to set up shop and create new mini-Wall Streets around the country in cities not so associated with high finance. From these new financial hubs, they finance and speculate on booming energy, natural resource, or infrastructure companies and projects; or they fund the many new manufacturing start-ups that have blossomed since COVID Spring.   

I visited Birmingham (Alabama), the "New Wall Street of the South" that was largely untouched by the Great Die-Off, to interview short trader and hedge fund investor Jordan Lagarto who recently set up shop there. I wanted to find out what Wall Street was like before COVID Spring and the Great Reset of the new Administration. I also wanted to know what Wall Street insiders like him had known about the vaccine and when they knew it... 

I have always been greedy! Even when I was a child and my parents took me trick-or-treating, I did not want just one piece of candy from my neighbors. I wanted ALL the candy in the neighborhood! And if I did not get all the candy, I would throw a temper tantrum until I at least got a few extra pieces out of everyone!

The problem was that as a small child, I did not yet know how to manage risk – that is, the risk that comes with being greedy for candy because I got cavities! [He laughs.]

A few painful cavities from being greedy for candy is the best lesson you can have in risk management - short of losing a ton of money!

And being greedy by nature while having some painful first-hand risk management experience would serve me well for a career on Wall Street where there are all sorts of creative ways to make money and painful ways to lose it!

On the Street, we had two simple sayings when it comes to making money. The first saying was, “What difference does it make!” Go long or go short - so long as you go home with tons more money than you lose and never get caught doing anything that is so illegal that it is punishable by more than just a fine! Even then, you wanted to make sure that any fine is not bigger than however much money you just made! That was what people on the Street called risk management! [He laughs again.]

The second simple saying on the Street was always, “Wash, rinse, and repeat!” Investing for Wall Street was always the same as operating a washing machine! Sure, you might have a bunch of confusing cycles on a washing machine, and you do need to wash the right set of clothes with the correct cycle. A novice who does not understand how a washing machine works and washes their clothes using the wrong cycle could easily ruin all of their clothes. 

But that rarely happened when Wall Street ran a washing machine. We always knew what buttons to push so that our clothes almost always come out nice and clean. That was because when we operate the washing machine, it was always "wash, rinse, and repeat" for us no matter what! [He smiles.]

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However, China's Great Die-Off has led to a great reset in Chinese thinking. Instead of blindly copying the Americans and other gweilo ("foreign devils"), the Chinese are rediscovering their innate ability to innovate without the help of "borrowed" American or gweilo technology. This great reset in thinking has led to a renaissance of Chinese innovation that is making China great again - albeit it will take years before the country's manufacturing sector fully recovers and can compete with the newly invigorated American one. 

Former Chinese research scientist Dr. Jǔbào Rén, who had created their first inactivated COVIDsteria vaccine, is not helping to make China great again as he is now part of America's Great Reset. He had defected to America before the Great Die-Off and now owns a chain of successful hotpot restaurants in the booming state of Florida. 

I caught up with Dr. Rén at one of his restaurants, but I should note that he is not fluent in English. Below is the unedited raw transcript of our conversation...

I always want to be scientist who makes new discoveries and comes up with new medicines. So I always study very hard in school. I get scholarship to study at prestigious Beijing Science and Medicine Research University to become research scientist.

However, it's 1989 – year of June Fourth Incident or what you call Tiananmen Square massacre. I don’t take part in protests but I secretly sympathize with protesters. I see what happens to them. So I vow to focus on my studies and keep quiet about politics.

I like science and medicine because both are very rational. Before you make a decision, you ask many questions. You do research studies. You analyze data. Only then do you make decision. And decision is based on data, research, and analysis. There is no politics.

But in China to get good job as scientist or in medicine, you must join the Party. Otherwise, you don’t get good job. I don’t like the Party. But I want good job. So I join the Party and keep quiet about my true feelings.

When something involves the Party or politics in China, things work differently than in science or medicine. You don’t ask questions. You do what you are told. You still do research studies, but correct answer is already given and final decision already made. Nothing is rational. Everything is politics.

So I try to stay out of Party politics. I focus all my energy on doing science and medicine research. As long as my research not political, the Party don’t care. So I become very successful medical researcher and make many groundbreaking drug discoveries. Again, the Party don’t care as my discoveries not political and don’t threaten them.

What happened when COVIDsteria broke out in China?

When COVIDsteria hit, my research institute sends me to Bianfucheng. I work with Global Health Organization (GHO) and Dr. Biānfú Nǚ, famous Chinese batology expert, to come up with first vaccine made from inactivated COVIDsteria virus.

Dr. Biānfú Nǚ is truly amazing woman. She knows everything about bats and teaches me so much. She knows how to purée bats. She knows how to stir fry bats in wok. She knows how to do deep fry bats. She knows how to sauté bats. She knows how to bake bats. She knows how to roast bats. She also knows all about bat viruses and diseases that bat chefs must be careful about.

And let me tell you something else about her… [He casts a wide glance around us, leans closer to me, and says in a low voice...] Nice rack and nice ass for Chinese woman! Like racks and asses you see on beaches in Miami or Southern California - not in some provincial bat city in middle of China! [He winks and grins widely.]

Me and bat woman work together non-stop 18 hours a day for months to come up with simple inactivated vaccine. With this simple vaccine, you could still get sick with COVIDsteria. But this vaccine would keep you out of hospital. Life could go on almost as normal. It would just take long time to make large amounts of it to vaccinate everyone. That is only problem.   

But then the Party comes to me and says: “We have important secret COVIDsteria research project. Because you already help make COVIDsteria vaccine, we want you to lead project!”

I do not want to do their secret research project because they probably already know answer to their question. But in China, you don’t say no to the Party. If the Party wants you to do secret research project, you must do secret research project - or else.

So I go to project briefing. The Party tells me that China has copy of secret American COVIDsteria vaccine using revolutionary nDNA technology. They want copy to produce cheap Chinese knockoff vaccine version.

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