You know, the comfortable ole do nothing but watch TV and eat terrible food, napping between yelling at sports?  As I slowly get ill from the toxicity of the modern human diet, I am honored to look forward to quickly losing my common sense by injecting a fallacy based on a mistake inside my body, when the COVID vaccines finally begin to roll out.  I think I can handle a little prick of my skin as well as all the peer pressure, massive ignorance and stupidity of which is about to be released outwardly and eternally; with the endless strains and mutations, and masked shaming ever present, the lowly covid is an incredibly intelligent fiction, not unlike the pervert Boogeyman who seems to stay lurking just out of notice, ready to pounce on the innocent and unthinking hordes whenever politics decrees it must, especially in times when necessity demands fraudulent solutions to dumb down the masses and hinder the many different folk of the world to remember as little as possible until eventually there will be no one alive who understands the real truth of it's origin, it's very makeup; or who will even dare to think or guess it's initial intended purpose was as a political weapon of terror.

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WTF? SMH.  Do people accept this as any type of "proof" that Dr. Fuckface was injected with anything?  Obviously it's a setup.