In recent news, a man killed a police officer who tried to stop him from shooting up the headquarters of the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, then killed himself, or was himself killed by law enforcement.
Or he accidentally killed himself. If you shoot a concrete and steel structure with a gun, the chance of a ricochet from it coming back and killing you is remote, but not nonexistent. You’re better off bulleting a standard, wood-frame and siding house, the kind that you and your neighbors probably live in.
The shooter was not angry with his neighbors, though, although many people are and one of them may be shooting at his neighbor as I write this, although it is Sunday morning and he may wait until after church to start blasting away. Or Monday, when he fulfills his dream of killing everybody else who works at the loading dock. Or any other day of the week or location. This is America, and while we may still get upset when a teenage boy manages to find a gun and shoot up a school, the average deranged adult is assumed to possess one by default.
No, this particular guy was pissed at the CDC, because he took the Covid vaccine and blamed it for making him depressed. He blamed his lack of enthusiasm for life on getting shot up with mRNA, with the Internet later convincing him that that was the sole reason he couldn’t go on living, even though he was an unpleasant guy whose family regarded him as mental and avoided him as much as they could, his friends were guys with names like Irk and Butch who borrowed money from him and then started hanging out at a bar from which he had been eighty-sixed, and he hadn’t gotten laid since the Spice Girls were a thing.
I may be wrong. For all I know, the guy was a popular, well-to-do citizen, with a beautiful wife, children that inspired pride, a discreet side chick that was a former Miss Something, was a leading figure in the Rotary Club, or the Kiwanis, or some other force for civic good until, in an effort to save himself from a world-wide plague, he took a Covid shot and was plunged into a mental morass, and the only way he could figure a way out of it was by shooting up a building.
That could have been the way it went, but I doubt it.
The guy could have sought treatment for his depression, but depressed people often don’t, especially ones that scour the Internet seeking proof that every single form of medical care is an effort by the Deep State to spy on and control its citizens, without providing any reason why these globalists would want to wallow in the near-infinite swamp of boring human thoughts and deeds. Much of that info was inspired by our current Secretary of Health and Human Services, RFK, Jr., who got his job by dropping out of the Presidential race and telling his voters to switch over to the Yelling Yam, and is currently busy firing anyone in his employ who can be undeniably identified as a scientist or a doctor.
Some of the remaining, and presumably shell-shocked employees of the CDC have put together a nice petition asking that Kennedy resign before any more of them are shot it. He likely won’t pay any attention to it. A stronger worded petition, perhaps inviting him to eat a bowl of brain worms with chopsticks, strap himself to the roof of a car like a whale’s head, and dump himself in Central Park, will probably not be drawn up.
What good would it do, anyway? Another purple-faced conspiracist would be appointed by the Mango Pedo to take his place, and the process of making sure existential public health threats are faced down by someone who used to do ivermectin informercials on Fox will continue.
I’m sorry to have to say this. In fact, I’m depressed about it.
Or he accidentally killed himself. If you shoot a concrete and steel structure with a gun, the chance of a ricochet from it coming back and killing you is remote, but not nonexistent. You’re better off bulleting a standard, wood-frame and siding house, the kind that you and your neighbors probably live in.
The shooter was not angry with his neighbors, though, although many people are and one of them may be shooting at his neighbor as I write this, although it is Sunday morning and he may wait until after church to start blasting away. Or Monday, when he fulfills his dream of killing everybody else who works at the loading dock. Or any other day of the week or location. This is America, and while we may still get upset when a teenage boy manages to find a gun and shoot up a school, the average deranged adult is assumed to possess one by default.
No, this particular guy was pissed at the CDC, because he took the Covid vaccine and blamed it for making him depressed. He blamed his lack of enthusiasm for life on getting shot up with mRNA, with the Internet later convincing him that that was the sole reason he couldn’t go on living, even though he was an unpleasant guy whose family regarded him as mental and avoided him as much as they could, his friends were guys with names like Irk and Butch who borrowed money from him and then started hanging out at a bar from which he had been eighty-sixed, and he hadn’t gotten laid since the Spice Girls were a thing.
I may be wrong. For all I know, the guy was a popular, well-to-do citizen, with a beautiful wife, children that inspired pride, a discreet side chick that was a former Miss Something, was a leading figure in the Rotary Club, or the Kiwanis, or some other force for civic good until, in an effort to save himself from a world-wide plague, he took a Covid shot and was plunged into a mental morass, and the only way he could figure a way out of it was by shooting up a building.
That could have been the way it went, but I doubt it.
The guy could have sought treatment for his depression, but depressed people often don’t, especially ones that scour the Internet seeking proof that every single form of medical care is an effort by the Deep State to spy on and control its citizens, without providing any reason why these globalists would want to wallow in the near-infinite swamp of boring human thoughts and deeds. Much of that info was inspired by our current Secretary of Health and Human Services, RFK, Jr., who got his job by dropping out of the Presidential race and telling his voters to switch over to the Yelling Yam, and is currently busy firing anyone in his employ who can be undeniably identified as a scientist or a doctor.
Some of the remaining, and presumably shell-shocked employees of the CDC have put together a nice petition asking that Kennedy resign before any more of them are shot it. He likely won’t pay any attention to it. A stronger worded petition, perhaps inviting him to eat a bowl of brain worms with chopsticks, strap himself to the roof of a car like a whale’s head, and dump himself in Central Park, will probably not be drawn up.
What good would it do, anyway? Another purple-faced conspiracist would be appointed by the Mango Pedo to take his place, and the process of making sure existential public health threats are faced down by someone who used to do ivermectin informercials on Fox will continue.
I’m sorry to have to say this. In fact, I’m depressed about it.
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