From my experience you can talk truth to the powerful or the powerless, they just won’t listen. The worse case was already written in the Burstyn letters by Ono, leperizing the victims as part of a cruel plan of malice to mandate contagion spread, during the first attack, morphing into distancing at last with the bonus attack, ick-ick she wrote, pummeling a child for not wanting to be sexually molested by grim, armed, rancid, pervert men, her equity squad. Now she wants to shove your scholar’s face in Flint water, too, for sonny Sean. No one who knew bothered to even try to warn, full knowing the text as I was screaming for dear life from the social machine Obama uploaded to thrill killers.
In covid, Obama was up to his old tricks, smothering virological warfare in race battles, the sophistry attending tragedy. Man they howled when I tried to do circulate and respiration therapy. The New Supremacists have no “underlying issues.” They don’t scare seniors, they do wey with them; and they call themselves, “US”