By now it’s no longer news that the clot shots are toxic and deadly, that the new supposed health emergency of monkeypox is neither, but the vaccines for it also are.
It’s not contentious that the US is a banana republic where the rule of law is a sham and the out of control federal apparatus is the country’s version of the secret police, department of truth, and population reduction agency combined.
It’s no surprise that all data out of the government’s mouth is a lie, the markets are rigged, and Congress does nothing but self-deal and funnel money to its favorite special interests, foreign and domestic.
Nobody’s arguing that the apparatus represents the will of the people in any way. Few believe that the elections are anything but rigged travesties where the chosen by the country’s uniparty are offered as supposedly vastly different options to a tribal mob.
The press is nothing more than propaganda, and anyone of note who tells the truth will suffer the fate of Julian Assange, whether a citizen or not. That’s pretty much universally understood at this point, except among the dimmest. Just as is the established fact that the government feels it’s its right to try to overthrow any regime that dares to reject the US’ directives.
The IRS just got funding for 87,000 more employees to audit the average Joe. It is part of the public record that the revenuers have over 5 million rounds of ammo, for undisclosed reasons. But only a moron can’t do the math on the likely explanation.
In the midst of all this, I’m trying to write a new JET that isn’t nearly as preposterous and unbelievable as current reality, but it’s tough. If I tried to write a world where 20%+ inflation was accepted as being 8.something, where the most corrupt nation in Europe with actual card carrying Nazis was receiving tens of billions of US taxpayer dollars and weaponry while millions of Americans starve, where risking nuclear war was a daily occurrence the population was being gaslit into believing was somehow not only winnable, but survivable - and ultimately a fine idea - it would receive nothing but 1 star reviews. And yet here we are. Likewise, my Day After Never series, set in a future dystopia where a killer virus is released globally by a coterie of elites with the intention of killing most, and the US is plunged into pre-industrial revolution primitivism, is a tough sell to write given that it reads more like a forecast than fiction - and I started it about six years ago, so either I’m psychic or the luckiest guesser on Earth.
All in all, seems like I should have stayed on vacation and watched it all burn from afar. That said, the bar tab doesn’t pay for itself, so I’m back to the ink mines, tapping the keys, working my digits to nubs, conjuring up worlds where the good ultimately triumph and fairness is remotely possible, much less probable.
Wish me luck.
DO wish you luck. Reality ‘s acceleration is certainly a challenge to keeping fiction ahead of it. Read Day After Never series. Would seem you have some intuitive future sight. I Should’ve moved to Mexico long past and gotten the Hell out of here.
LIKE :-)